Apocalyptic Dark Age

In order to improve himself, Gao Feng summed up the benefits of this kind of perception, but this kind of perception must be unintentional, just like the chirping of insects in autumn. If you look for it deliberately, you will not hear it. Inadvertently, it is always everywhere. As Gao Feng accumulates As the number of times increased, he gradually understood that it was the contact between his mind and the invisible membrane in his heart that allowed him to continuously improve.

Understanding is one thing, achieving it is another. Peak is like a gold digger in the quicksand river, washing the sand over and over again, just to find one grain of gold sand among ten thousand kilograms of sand. Gold bricks cannot be cast, only countless grains of gold sand can be gathered together. This is the source of the difficulty in reaching the peak.

Jia Luo Zhong is different from Xian Feng. Jia Luo Zhong does not even need to deliberately improve. It only requires accumulation of time. It is not difficult to become Xian Feng if you are lucky, but it is difficult to go further. When it comes to Xian Feng, every time Promotion is equivalent to a qualitative change, just like a power, doubling and accumulating. But when it comes to Xianjun, even if it is accumulated, it will not be enough. You need to recognize your own heart and find your own path.

In the past, Gao Feng had to repeatedly refine various raw materials and reuse abilities in order to occasionally find a grain of gold sand to increase his accumulation of qualitative changes. But after getting Uncle Cheng's Qi training technique, everything became simpler.

Breathing again and again, you find the golden sand buried in your soul again and again. One hour of breathing is equivalent to a whole day's hard work of refining yourself. When one hundred and twenty breaths are completed, two long arrows of white air emerge from it. Gaofeng's nose sprayed out and dissipated across a distance of two meters.

Gao Feng opened his eyes without being surprised or happy, and his heart was calm, like a calm ancient well. His ears moved slightly, and the various chaotic noises became clearer. Many of them made him feel as if he were listening close to his ears. Feel the distance between the two sides.

After a few breaths, the peak returned to normal. This feeling of amplified perception would only be reflected at the moment when he finished practicing Qi training. It was only a few seconds. The enhanced perception in a few seconds allowed him to experience a higher level. The first-level power, although short-lived, is very real. This is why Ye Kui can't help but pump his fist every time after practicing Qi training, enjoying the joy of increasing strength.

After sitting quietly for a while, Gao Feng woke up from the quiet feeling and let out a long sigh. This time, he took advantage of it. Uncle Cheng's qi training skills were more powerful than expected. If he were an ordinary person, he would have taken advantage of him at first. It may be difficult to connect, after all, not everyone can bear to breathe once a minute.

Breathing once a minute and breathing continuously for 120 minutes without making any mistakes requires strong control. However, this breathing method cannot feel its own changes at the beginning, which will cause doubts and cause fluctuations in the mind. Once fluctuations occur, , something will go wrong, and once something goes wrong, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Only by developing this way of breathing into a habit and not pursuing so-called changes or delusions can you change yourself naturally, just like planting. Check the growth progress every day. The plant may never grow. If you don't care whether it grows or not. If you water it on time every day, you will suddenly find that the plant will grow beyond expectations after a period of time.

Gao Feng is different from ordinary people. In his previous life, he would stare at a place motionless for a whole day for investigation. What he lacked most was patience. After becoming Xianfeng Jialuo, he has stronger control over himself, not to mention his control over his own. I know every place very well and can spot even the smallest changes.

In this way, Gao Feng could complete Qi training in the shortest time. Unlike others who were doubtful and struggled internally, thus wasting time, he did not waste even a second, but because he found that it was good for himself. , and become more confident, the more he believes, the more focused he is. Even if this is his third time practicing, he is much stronger than the average person who has been practicing for several months.

Three days of training gave Gao Feng a surprise every day. If it weren't for the fact that Qi training could only be practiced for two hours at a time, Gao Feng might have practiced all night.

In the early morning, the chaotic noise that had lasted all night finally calmed down. Ye Kui suddenly opened his eyes and punched hard, turning another piece of animal skin tent into ashes.

"Oops, I have to be told by Uncle Cheng again..."

His heart suddenly tightened, and Ye Kui subconsciously had a headache. Every time after practicing Qi Technique, he would always punch subconsciously. This was an uncontrollable behavior, and he couldn't stop it, so Ye Kui would regret it every time.

When this company leader flashed through Ye Kui's mind, he heard a loud voice like a broken gong on a pole outside. The next moment, Ye Kui's heart sank. Uncle Cheng was still a hostage in the camp, and now he is no longer arrogant. The leader of the tribe, but the prisoner of Gaofeng. Thinking of this, Ye Kui suddenly clenched his fists, making a slight crunching sound.

"Just wait, one day I will defeat you and make you lie on the ground, as powerless as I was before..."

Ye Kui swore bitterly in his heart and stepped out of the room.

The outside of the camp was very lively, with countless people walking back and forth in the camp, like a noisy vegetable market. Barren warriors, tribal warriors, storm warriors, anxious women, crying children, and frustrated men were all staged in the camp. A series of joys and sorrows.

The men squatted on one side, watching their women and children being driven to the other side. Many practitioners had angry and resentful eyes, but they did not dare to make a mistake. Some people had begun to cooperate, and under the assignment of the Storm Warriors, the tribe could use All supplies are gathered together.

At the edge of the tribe, piles of grain were piled up like mountains. Next to the grain were various weapons, bundles of throwing spears, like the dealer's swords and guns, and crossbows that were captured before they could show their power. Two trebuchets were parked majestically. The largest open space in the morning was waiting to be demolished. In the end, hundreds of domestic animals crowded together were anxiously swarming and making various anxious roars.

Looking around, there were people everywhere, and it was hard to tell who was who. The camp that could originally accommodate nearly ten thousand people had become too small. A large number of supplies, personnel and livestock were crowded together. The air was filled with the stench of livestock excrement and urine, and the human body's The smell of sweat and burning smoke mixed together to form a strange smell that was inexplicable and made people irritated.

Screams, cries, noises, scoldings, and triumphant laughter resounded throughout the camp. Bloody corpses were hung on wooden shelves to intimidate the conquered tribes. The corpses were dripping with blood. No one cares, just like irrelevant furnishings. Here, the cheapness of life is once again reflected.

Some children who had lost their parents were like abandoned kittens, trembling and hiding in various corners, looking at the crowds outside in horror, but no one cared about them, whether they were Deserters or Stormtroopers, even if they used Looking at the mountains of food with eager and begging eyes, no one would throw it to them, but instead guarded them with swords and guns.

After giving orders, both men and women, driven by sticks, carried piles of supplies on their backs, mixed in with the crowd and walked outside the tribe, taking away everything they could. The primitive cart There were piles of furs, tents, utensils, food, weapons, cooking utensils, farm tools, tree-cutting tools, and all kinds of strange living utensils.