In the cave, Ding Feng took out a drop of blood.

This was extracted by the roots of the World Tree after absorbing the immortal flesh and blood. It was a piece of fist size, which was divided into one thousandth of the size of a fist and handed it to Niu Xiaoman.

"This is……!"

Feeling the huge breath inside, suppression from the original source, Niu Xiaoman immediately breathed rapidly and his face turned red.

"This is what is extracted from the peach tree. I have purified the violent will inside, leaving only the purest bloodline, which is just right for you!"

Ding Feng smiled and explained that the violent factor and bloodthirsty will have completely dissipated, leaving only the purest bloodline.

"Brother Feng..."

Niu Xiaoman was excited and licked his lips. He could hardly bear the desire from his bloodline, but he forced to stop it.

"I have a lot more, don't worry!"

Ding Feng knew what he meant and hurriedly said.

"Okay Brother Feng!"

As soon as Niu Xiaoman took it, his blood melted into his body, making him stunned and confused, but then his face turned red and his body began to swell.

"Hurry up and use your skills!"

Ding Feng warned.

Niu Xiaoman reacted and used his skills to suppress the sudden surge in his body, but his body still expanded, his skin cracked, and blood flowed out, as if he would explode at any time.

Ding Feng frowned, and with a pinch of the seal, a large cauldron appeared in the air, including Niu Xiaoman, activate his magical powers, suppressing the surge in Niu Xiaoman's body, and then he remained silently stable.

"What a domineering power!"

After half a month, Niu Xiaoman stabilized, recovered from his body and was intact, but he kept practicing with his eyes closed and showed no sign of waking up. But his breath kept soaring. Every moment, there was probably a month of increase in mana, which made Ding Feng stammer.

Niu Xiaoman was no longer in danger. He also felt relieved and came to the side to sit cross-legged.

"First temper your body, then condense your magic power!"

In Ding Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, under the World Tree was a stone gate. A ball of blood floated next to the stone gate. If it weren't for the suppression of the World Tree, this ball of blood would have burst his head long ago.

Distribute one thousandth of it and integrate it into the body.

Rumble...!

Blood flows, muscles are ferocious, and every cell is cheering and swallowing the powerful power contained in the blood. His body has unlimited potential, so he can absorb as much as he comes.

Ding Feng's aura sky surged faster than Niu Xiaoman's.

Time flows, and months and months pass unconsciously.

On this day, Niu Xiaoman opened his eyes, two faint lights flashed away, and then he showed an extremely excited smile.

"The Ninth Level of Taoist Priest, Medium-grade Magic Power!"

Niu Xiaoman murmured, as if he was a dream, "I actually reached this point in a short time?"

Clench your fists. The force surges. With a slight sway, the air will shake like a tide.

"That kind of blood is so terrifying. It not only greatly increased my cultivation level, but also stimulated my bloodline and released my potential. I can now...!"

He looked at Ding Feng, showing a look of gratitude, and could feel the mighty aura emitted from Ding Feng's body. He was shocked again.

"Brother Feng is worthy of being Brother Feng!"

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the turbulence in his heart, Niu Xiaoman looked down and was suddenly stunned. He picked up the book next to him.

"Physical Technique!"

Looking at the three words above, Niu Xiaoman was shocked and couldn't help but smile. He knew that it must be Ding Feng who was placed beside him, so he asked him to practice and immediately opened it.

At the realm of Taoist priests, you can temper magic weapons and use magic weapons, but Taoist priests cannot fly.

Only by practicing extremely precious sword-controlling techniques and other a few magical powers can you control the air, and there is even no such technique in the entire Chonghua Academy.

The art of controlling objects in Niu Xiaoman's hand can use magic weapons in the world for me to fly in the air.

This is even more precious.

Niu Xiaoman did not seem lonely when he understood the art of controlling objects. He was immersed in it and adapted to his own strength at the same time.

Bang……!

On this day, a ball of energy suddenly exploded from Ding Feng's body, knocking Niu Xiaoman away directly, knocking the cave open and landing outside.

"The power that Brother Feng dispersed actually drove me..."

Niu Xiaoman was shocked and couldn't believe that before he was promoted, he might have been shaken into blood mist under this force.

"Xiaoman, is it okay!"

Ding Feng flashed and landed beside Niu Xiaoman, saying apologetically.

"I'm rough and thick-skinned!" Niu Xiaoman didn't care, but looked at Ding Feng with a burning gaze and said excitedly, "Brother Feng, have you reached the level of Taoist Master?"

He was the ninth level of Taoist priest, and his body was also very powerful because he stimulated the power of his blood, but he could not stop the power radiating from Ding Feng, which forced him to think deeply about whether he had broken through to the Taoist priest and reached the level of Taoist master?

Taoist master is a higher level.

Ding Feng shook his head, "No!"

Niu Xiaoman was a little disappointed and then excitedly said, "Brother Feng, but your power is a special bloodline, otherwise there would be no such violent power?"

"That's right!" Ding Feng was stunned and said vaguely.

After a little activity and looking at the vast world, Ding Feng calculated the time, "It has been two and a half years since we left the academy!"

"It's been two and a half years?" Niu Xiaoman was stunned, "It's so fast!"

"Yes, it's so fast!"

Ding Feng sighed, "How has the practice of the Object Control Technique?"

"It should be able to fly!" Niu Xiaoman scratched his head, "Why should I try it? What are the shortcomings? Brother Feng, please give me some advice?"

"good!"

Ding Feng stood aside with a smile.

Niu Xiaoman swung his hand and the big stick flew out. He pinched the mark with his hand. The big stick drew an arc and fell in front of him, floating in the air, but kept swaying.

He jumped up and stepped on the big stick. Fortunately, he was strong and quickly mastered stability. He flew crookedly in the air, making Ding Feng laugh.

A big stick.

Niu Xiaoman, two meters tall.

When you cooperate, it will be awkward no matter how you look at it.

After a few more days of stopping, Niu Xiaoman completely controlled the flight, the two left and flew towards Chonghua Academy.

One is holding a sword, the other is stepping on a big hammer.

A kind and elegant person who walks freely.

A tall and mighty person, like a glaring Vajra.

They were together, very inconsistent.

It took a long time to come, but it was very fast to go back. In just one hour, I crossed nearly a thousand miles, returned to the academy, and landed on the peak where Yuwen Canghai was secretly cultivating.

Feeling two powerful auras approaching quickly. Yuwen Canghai immediately walked out of the stone house. When he saw the two people in the air, he immediately opened his mouth wide.

"You, you are not dead, and you still...!"

Yuwen Canghai was very excited.

"Master, how can you curse people?"

After Niu Xiaoman fell, he muttered dissatisfied.

Ding Feng's eyes flashed, and he thought of Scarlet Valley. What Yuwen Canghai said then was exactly what he thought.

"Oh...! Not long after you left, a sudden change occurred in the Scarlet Valley. All the disciples who entered were lost, and there was still a senior who did not come out. I thought you... Fortunately, you are back, by the way, how did you escape the disaster?"

Yuwen Canghai was full of curiosity.

Niu Xiaoman looked at Ding Feng.

Ding Feng smiled slightly and said, "When I entered the Scarlet Valley, it was too dangerous and there was no chance. So I came out with Xiaoman, wandering around in the Lanshui Mountain, getting the opportunity and improving my strength! Old Man Yuwen, how about this technique?"

As he said that, he threw a swordsmanship over.

Compared with the art of controlling objects, the art of controlling swordsmanship is obviously much lower.

"Is this... sword-controlling technique?"

Yuwen Canghai was just beginning to be confused. After reading it, he was shocked and couldn't help but look at Ding Feng.

“Sent to the college.”

Ding Feng arrived generously.

"Okay, okay, I really didn't read it wrong," Yuwen Canghai carefully put it in his arms and said, "You will miss the competition later! Ten days later, the college will open the competition. As long as you enter the Taoist realm, you can participate. Ten disciples will be selected to participate in the Tiange City Martial Arts in half a year!"
To be continued...