In the early morning, the bright sun shines through the curtains on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah..." Yan Bing woke up from her deep sleep, and her chest still felt a faint pain, but there was a masculine aura in her nose, and her body was warm, and she felt much more comfortable. However, the warm touch of her skin immediately woke her up. When she opened her eyes, she saw a thin and sexy lips. She realized that she was naked and was hugged in her arms. She immediately pushed Yan Feng away in shame and anger. She was about to pull out a dagger from her feet and kill him, but there was no trace of the dagger set, and the clothes she was wearing were scattered in every corner of the room.

Seeing Yan Feng wake up, he hurriedly wrapped his back and stretched out his right hand to greet him on his face, with a crisp "pop" sound:

"Beast!"

The scorching pain made Yan Feng wake up completely. Seeing her glaring at him, as if she wanted to eat people, she knew what she was thinking at this moment without guessing.

"I did nothing except take off your clothes last night." Yan Feng said, getting up and taking out a set of clothes from the closet and throwing them towards her.

Yan Bing's black leather uniform was already broken and could not be worn out by him last night. When she found that except for the internal injuries caused by the breathing in her chest, she did not feel strange in her lower body, so she calmed down a lot, but she was still very angry at his invasion.

"You said you didn't do it, why did you take off my clothes? You're thrown it all over..." After all, she is a pure and innocent girl, so how can she be embarrassed to say such things?

"I can't control the blood poison attack. You should be glad that I can still stay awake." Yan Feng ignored her and walked directly into the bathroom.

When she came out, Yan Bing had already changed into his clothes. Because the size was too big, she obviously didn't fit well when wearing it, which made her look slim.

Before Chen Jie came out, Yan Feng walked into the kitchen and cooked a pot of egg porridge.

Yan Bing stayed in the room for nearly an hour and was about to leave quietly, but saw him walking in with a bowl of hot porridge.

"It is easy to reveal traces during the day, so stay here today," Yan Feng put the porridge on the desk. He stopped when he walked to the door and turned around and said softly, "Thank you last night."

Seeing his handsome face of Gujing Wubo, Yan Bing's anger dissipated a lot. After hearing his footsteps leave the dormitory, she stared blankly at the bowl of hot egg porridge. She smelled the fragrance of hot porridge. She hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but pick up the spoon and taste it.

The porridge tastes very light, but it does not lose its rice fragrance, and it has a sense of home. Yan Bing's heart feels warm. When she was young, she entered the Mingyan organization with the old man Yan and never experienced the care of her relatives. This is the first time she has experienced this feeling.

"I didn't expect the porridge he made was so delicious..."

Yanfeng left Jinlongxuan and entered the artificial woods.

In order to fully implement the first three steps of the Shadowless Art, he deliberately removed some shrubs. After he practiced several times, the soil on the ground had been stabilized.

Although the heat in his body had just subsided and would have some impact on his cultivation, he did not interrupt his practice, but instead reduced the consumption of internal force while making the movements faster and smoother. It is not easy to do this well. The Shadowless Art emphasizes the ultimate speed. When exerting it, it requires injecting all the internal force into his legs. What he is doing now is somewhat contrary to the Shadowless Art Outline, only taking advantage of its tricks and not doing all its strength.

It was just because he had been eroding blood poison in his body, which forced him to master this technique. If he could use the Shadowless Technique with less internal force in future battles, the impact of the blood poison attack would be much smaller.

"It's still a bit forced..."

After more than half an hour of luck running among several trees, he began to feel a heat energy surge from his body. However, when he stopped to regulate his breathing, he found that this heat energy was obviously different from the heat of the blood poison. Not only could it not be suppressed by internal force, but it would instead prompt it to intensify continuously. After stopping luck, this heat energy would slowly fade away by itself.

"This is not a blood poison, nor is it like the backlash of internal force..."

With the idea of ​​trying it out, Yan Feng used the Shadowless Art again and concentrated on feeling the flow of this heat energy in his body. Of course, he did not dare to make a rash move. The taste of blood poison attacks was not good, and his internal injuries had not fully recovered yet, and stimulating blood poison was a very dangerous move.

As the internal force traveled throughout his body, the heat energy spread from his chest to his limbs, but he didn't feel stinging at all. He even had a desire to explode, as if his whole body was full of destructive power.

"Last night, this heat energy should have driven blood poison, why does it feel like there is no strange feeling when it runs now?"

After thinking for a long time, he could only attribute this question to the blood crystal with magical power. He practiced for two hours, recovered for a quarter of an hour, and then continued to walk from the wind step, the ghost step and the Yixiang step. Although this method of cultivation was even slightly effective, he still insisted on his judgment.

It is precisely because of his persistence that he merged the wind step and the ghost step into the "critical step method" and took the first step on the road of taking a different path in the Shadowless Art.

This practice lasted for a whole morning, and he stopped practicing the Shadowless Art until he felt weak.

"It's time to try the thunder and lightning ability."

Yan Feng stretched his right hand flat, facing a tree the size of a bowl. Unfortunately, he stood for a long time but couldn't find the feeling of electric shock in the bathroom that day.

"Well? It seemed that I was touching the blood crystal at that time. My arms were slightly numb. When I stretched out, I released lightning... Do I need the blood crystal to be a medium? But now the blood crystal has dissolved into the body, how can I re-energize that power?"

Thinking of this, he gently pressed his right hand against his chest. At this time, the heat energy in his body that had not yet dissipated was attached to his right hand like a magnet.

"Hiss..." A small stream of current penetrated out of the chest cavity and connected it with five fingers. Although it was subtle, it could barely see the silver lightning on the fingertips, and there was a slight paralysis. However, the paralysis this time was weaker than the last time.

"That's how it feels!"

Retrieve the breakthrough again, and waved the wood ahead without hesitation with his right hand. When he deliberately released it, the tiny lightning emitted by his five fingers fuses into a lightning as thick as a little finger and flashes forward, but fails to hit the wood, but falls onto the small shrub several meters away behind.

"Hiss..." In just a moment, the originally green branches and leaves turned directly into gray carbon.

"So powerful?" This time the lightning effect was much stronger than the shattering of the bathroom glass.

"Try it again."

With his first experience, he has now found a way to release lightning, but as the number of lightning is released increases, he feels more and more tired.

"It seems that this lightning is quite exhausting."

You know, after practicing for five or six hours, he only felt insufficient physical strength. Now he has released more than ten lightnings and felt weak in his body, which shows the degree of consumption of lightning. What makes him most depressed is that before releasing lightning, he must do a "breast touch" action, which must arouse the numbness of the electric shock to complete the release of lightning.

"Gulugulu--" After not eating for most of the day, my stomach finally started to get angry.

Seeing the artificial sun dimming a lot, Yan Feng remembered that Yan Bing might still be staying in his room: "I forgot her..."

On the way back, Yan Feng went to the restaurant to get a few fast foods. When he saw the waiter looking at him with a strange expression, he realized that he must be embarrassing to see his current appearance.

There are handprints on the right cheek and handprints on the left cheek from Yanbing. Although they are asymmetrical, they are very eye-catching. How can you not be embarrassed?

It was already past six o'clock in the evening when I returned to the dormitory.

Yan Feng left a lunch box on the table for Chen Jie, and then walked into the room, but did not see Yan Bing. When he closed the door, Yan Bing walked out of the bathroom. Yan Feng was extremely impressed by her way of hiding her breath, and she still couldn't detect her breath at such a close distance.

"You're hungry." Yan Feng handed a lunch box casually.

"Don't be hungry." Yan Bing's pretty face was still as cold as frost.

"Gulu..." The voice was very light, but it also made her extremely shy, and a blush appeared on her face.

"If you haven't eaten for a day, there is no one who won't be hungry." Yan Feng smiled awkwardly.

Yan Bing looked at the two handprints on his smiling face, and saw that the big handprint on his right cheek was left by himself, and a special feeling lingered in her heart. At this time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the two charming red glows on her pretty face were as soft as dreams, which made Yan Feng's heart ripple slightly.

"Thank you." Yan Bing's lips moved slightly and took the lunch box from him.
Chapter completed!