As soon as Nan Chen said this, Uncle Jiu and Taoist Simu were both stunned.

He looked at Nanchen in surprise.

Because in their perception.

If turbid qi appears in the dantian, it will not be controlled by the host at all.

Nanchen, how can we control the turbid air?

But since it can be controlled, is this "turbid air" still a turbid air?

When I thought of this, Uncle Jiu's eyes suddenly shone:

"Nanchen, the turbid air cannot be controlled. Can you control the turbid air?"

Taoist Master Simu widened his eyes and looked at Nanchen.

As for Qiu Sheng Wencai, he didn't understand these at all.

I could only stand beside me and look at everyone.

Nanchen nodded firmly when he heard Uncle Jiu speak:

"Yes, I can control this mysterious energy."

Uncle Jiu and Taoist Master Simu gasped.

"Can you control the turbid air?"

Taoist Simu expressed his disbelief.

Because in his cognition, there is no concept yet.

But Master Ikki smiled:

"Since that's the case, Nanchen, you can use it.

If you can control it, then my guess is right…”

"Master, what are your guesses?"

Uncle Jiu was puzzled and asked.

But Master Ikki kept it a secret and did not directly explain it.

Instead, he signaled Nanchen and signaled.

Nanchen nodded, and without any hesitation, he had to display his luck.

However, Master Ikki suddenly interrupted:

“Nanchen.

In order to distinguish the two mysterious energy, you first use the mysterious energy that accounts for a relatively large proportion.

In this way, I can make a judgment."

"Okay, Master Ikki."

Nanchen spoke.

Then he groaned and his luck dantian.

Immediately afterwards, a strong mysterious aura began to riot in Nanchen's body.

The next moment, a very strong mysterious energy emerged from the dantian.

With Nanchen as the center, there are also fluctuations of mysterious energy around it.

Like ripples, it surging around in waves.

The seventh level of the yellow level.

Nanchen's luck hit his right hand.

Finally, I saw a tree as thick as a thigh in front of me and suddenly raised my hand.

He slapped it on with one palm.

As a result, there was only a "bang" sound.

The mysterious energy of the seventh level of the yellow level hit the tree stalk along Nanchen's palm.

The trees swayed, and the next moment I heard a few "clicks".

The tree pole as thick as a thigh collapsed instantly and fell down with a "clang".
Chapter completed!