Uncle Tian looked at the direction of the quiet room and muttered silently in his heart: "Is it an illusion that there are strong people in the God Refining Stage in Yancheng?"

"...If it were that young man." Uncle Tian was also a little amused by his thoughts. He had personally investigated the young man's injuries. Even if the young man could survive, he would probably have to lie in bed for the rest of his life. Despite this, Uncle Tian still felt that he had forgotten something, and he had no clue after recalling for a long time. Finally, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Zuo Feng's state at this time was a bit like self-empty, allowing his consciousness to float in a state of existence and vagueness, and not deliberately do anything. The consciousness that had already dissipated suddenly recovered. If someone else had changed, he might now try his best to connect with his consciousness and let himself escape from this crazy half-death as soon as possible.

But Zuo Feng was not like this. He had already struggled hard to persevere before his consciousness dissipated. So now that he has improved a little, why bother to hurry up for a while? Moreover, his current state makes him feel indescribable, as if he is moaning comfortably in the depths of his soul.

The silver energy in Zuo Feng's sea of ​​thoughts was like living water, slowly flowing along the outer wall of the sea of ​​thoughts. The trace of consciousness in the sea of ​​thoughts was also floating and wandering. Finally, this trace of consciousness began to slowly and solidify. Zuo Feng didn't realize all this at all, and his heartbeat and breathing were now more than ten times slower than that of ordinary people.

The nights in Yancheng are already very cool, and this secret room is even more terrifying. Zuo Feng breathed out a breath for a long time but could see a faint mist. If this cold environment was changed to an ordinary person, let alone sleeping, he would easily catch a cold and get sick even if he stayed here. But for martial artists practicing, it is the most suitable. The cold environment can make people more likely to eliminate distracting thoughts and better feel their own changes.

Zuo Feng slowly undergoes some transformation that he himself does not know in such a good environment. This transformation process requires strict objective conditions, that is, he cannot be disturbed by the outside world at all. Sound, light, smell, etc. As long as it is disturbed, it will inevitably lead to a complete collapse of the transformation. At this time, all the conditions in this quiet room are fully met.

The first ray of morning light in the morning fell on the city lord's mansion. On a large open space in the southeast corner of the city lord's mansion, groups of strong men had already started morning exercises. This is the guards of the city lord's mansion. They go to this square for daily training at a fixed time every day. Even if the noise here is noisy, it has no effect on the three quiet rooms in the forbidden area in the mansion.

A trace of consciousness in Zuo Feng's sea of ​​thoughts has now gone from gray fog, nourished by mysterious energy for a night, and has become a substance like gray silk threads. This consciousness that has transformed like silk threads has two lines, which are sometimes gathered and dispersed in Zuo Feng's sea of ​​thoughts, sometimes entangled, sometimes dispersed, and sometimes dispersed to wander.

The original large area of ​​silver energy in the sea of ​​thought no longer exists. At this time, the original dark space has been restored to the sea of ​​thought. Only the gray silk thread evolved from consciousness will emit white light while wandering, illuminating the dark space of the sea of ​​thought to the darkness.

Zuo Feng has not yet recovered his consciousness. All of this is the spiritual energy produced by the combination of his only remaining wisp of consciousness and mysterious energy. This kind of self-generated spiritual energy is the dream power of all warriors on the continent.

There is generally only one way to form the power of mind, which is to "concentrate". When the cultivation and realm reach a certain level, they are qualified to "concentrate". However, this kind of concentrating mind power entirely by relying on their own abilities also has considerable risks. Also corresponding to the significant risk, once the mind power is condensed, there will be many covetable abilities, such as mind power exploration, medicine refining, and other benefits.

In addition to "concentration", there is also a way that has been almost forgotten on the mainland, which can also generate thought power, which is "cultivation of thought".

As the name suggests, "Yu" means to nurture the power of thought through a special way, but this method requires a lot, and people who educate thoughts will die for a lifetime. Only a few of the major forces on the mainland have heard of this method, but they have never heard of anyone who has generated the power of thought through "Yuanqing".

So Zuo Feng generated the mental power through "cultivating thoughts". If it spreads it, the entire continent would probably go crazy. Imagine that a teenage warrior in his body-strengthening stage could have the mental power that all warriors coveted, which force would not want to obtain such secret techniques?

Sadly, Zuo Feng didn't know how he produced his mind power at all, and even Zuo Feng didn't understand what mind power was now. Judging from his current state, he probably hadn't noticed the changes in his body. This amazing change in his body was destined to plant even more chaotic seeds on this already uneasy continent.

A pretty and charming figure walked quickly along the winding path towards the forbidden area. Although the secret whistle on the outside was very familiar with the girl beside the lady, she was still observing vigilantly. When the girl walked to a rockery position, a tall and sturdy figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

"It's Miss Xiaowen, I don't know..." The big man rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly. This look was obviously inconsistent with his tall and mighty appearance.

"Hmph." The woman named Xiaowen pouted her mouth and glanced at the big man in front of her with a little dissatisfaction, took out an exquisite jade token and shook it in front of him.

When the man saw the jade plaque, he immediately took a small step to the side to make a "please" gesture. The woman walked by quickly without saying a word. When she walked past the man, she looked up and glanced at the man who was lowering his head and silently from the corner of her eyes.

After the woman quickly walked away, the man sighed slightly. He was responsible for the guard duty here, but he did not dare to offend the girl beside the lady at all. Seeing the woman turn around and gradually disappear, the man quietly retreated back to the shadow under the rockery.

The woman was very familiar with the complicated path here. She came to the stone room where Zuo Feng was, and was still muttering in her heart, "When he brought the boy back two days ago, Mr. Yan had confirmed it. He was afraid that even if he didn't die, he would have lifelong disability. Why should the lady be so concerned about this boy?"

But she didn't know that the lady was particularly concerned about it, but Zuo Tiantian kept pestering Miss Anya to come to see her brother. Anya had no choice but to ask Tiantian, so she ordered Xiaowen, the most striking person, to come and take a look. However, she had never thought that Zuo Feng's serious injury would recover from such a short time.

When a woman named Xiaowen came to the stone room, she was surprised to find that there was a faint stench floating in the air around her. Although she was very confused, she didn't think much about anything else, so she reached out and gently pushed open the thick stone door.

This stone gate is very heavy. Even if it has some small mechanisms that are easy to open, it still weighs about seventy or eighty kilograms. This little close-fitting girl pushed the stone gate open very easily. She obviously has the strength of level 3 or 4 of the strong body stage, so the strength of the entire city lord's mansion can be seen from this.

The moment the stone gate was pushed open, a clear stream of light black gas came from the face, mixed with a strong and spicy smell. The little girl, who was almost unprepared, fainted on the spot. After retching for a few times, she slowly stood up straight. But this moment made the girl named Xiaowen burst into tears.

Such a strange and strong stench made Miss Xiaowen stand outside the door and pant for a long time before her mind recovered a little. Then she was surprised to find that the entire stone room was completely filled with the black and gray gas, and the scene inside the stone room was completely unaware of it.

How could a little girl not be surprised and dare not stay any longer in this situation, but turned around and left in a hurry several times faster than when she came. I'm afraid that the lady would be able to tell her immediately for such a strange scene.

Miss Xiaowen left in a hurry and did not close the stone door. The stone door was open like this, and the black and gray gas inside seemed to have found a catharsis port, slowly pouring out the stone room. After the black and gray gas floated outside the stone room, it immediately melted into the fresh air, gradually thinning and then completely dissipated.

About a quarter of an hour later, several panicked figures flew towards the stone chamber from a distance. The figures walked in front of Uncle Tian in white robe, followed by Anya in light yellow clothes, and behind them was the little girl Wen with a slightly ugly face.

Several people quickly came outside the stone gate before they stood still. Several people had already heard the article briefly describe the black and gray gas in the stone room. So when they arrived in front of the stone gate, although they were still so angry that they were almost vomiting by the pungent smell, fortunately they were mentally prepared, but their faces turned a little ugly.

At this time, the black and gray gas in the stone chamber had become very light. You can see Zuo Feng's figure on the stone bed at this time, lying calmly on it, and you can even hear Zuo Feng's uniform and powerful breathing. This clearly shows signs of recovery, and the shock of everyone at this time can no longer be described in words.

Especially Uncle Tian opened his mouth wide because of great shock, and then he inhaled a large mouthful of black and gray gas because of his mouth wide open. He coughed violently, and tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably.

Anya was also surprised at this time. When she saw Uncle Tian next to her, she had no urge to laugh.

"Uncle Tian, ​​do you know what's going on?"

After hearing the lady's words, Uncle Tian rubbed his eyes, which had turned red due to tears and spicy smell, looked at Zuo Feng in the room carefully, and then said carefully: "Miss, this turbid air is a bit unusual, just wait outside and I'll go in and check it out."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!