Just as Zhao Rong was in a daze, feeling the strange body.

"Hey, are you still in a daze? What did I tell you? Don't be obsessed with understanding all the scenes in this lake of mind. Oh, don't be immersed in it. You will never come back..."

Someone suddenly shouted in his ear.

Zhao Rong suddenly came to his senses.

Suddenly, in his field of vision, it was as if his soul had been pulled out of this pure green glaze.

Zhao Rong fell on his back and fell into the abyss where the evil dragon was serving him below.

The posture is like a helpless person falling off a cliff.

I opened my mouth, but there was no sound...

…

Late at night.

The wasteland under the Moon Festival Mountain.

It was pitch dark inside a spacious tent somewhere.

In front of an extinguished candle, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up on the dark figure sitting upright.

Staring hugely...

"Ah...huhu!"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes suddenly, pressed his chest with one hand, supported the ground with the other, and panted violently.

After a while, the suffocating and claustrophobic feeling of falling into the abyss faded away.

"Damn it, I was almost eaten by those beasts..."

Even the young Confucian scholar who always adhered to the principle of gentleness and elegance couldn't help but curse her.

Mainly because the 'dream' just now was too real, even if he kept reminding himself that it was just a dream, and it was still in his own conscious mind, and he was the boss.

However, I still immersed myself in it subconsciously...

Zhao Rong took a breath and looked left and right inside the dark tent. There was no sound.

And his body was soaked with cold sweat.

After a while.

Zhao Rong changed into a clean and warm robe and lit the candle in front of him.

While wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel, he calmed down and said in his heart:

"Come out, what happened just now?"

"What's going on?"

The returning chuckle came as promised.

"Didn't Mr. Zhao just want to fight eighty-one evil dragons in the abyss of the Heart Lake? Well, to be honest, in all my years of living, I have never seen a monk as powerful as Mr. Zhao who dares to dive into the abyss of the Heart Lake.

I will fight hard against the evil creatures in the pool."

It thought for a while and said, "Well, I guess even you Confucian saints don't dare to do it, so you have to avoid its edge and choose other ways to cultivate your mind, and Mr. Zhao is indeed extraordinary."

Faced with the admiration and praise from the sword spirit, Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.

Sure enough, the next moment, the conversation changed.

"But Mr. Zhao's behavior just now seemed to be a bit conscientious. Why were you so hesitant? He went straight down to Qianyuan and had a good fight with them. It made me boring to watch upstairs."

The poisonous sword spirit is sarcastic.

Zhao Rong ignored him and frowned, "Did you throw something down? Is it you who did it?"

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his five fingers, looked at the palm of his hand under the dim candlelight, and his expression became strange.

The changes in his body at this moment made him a little surprised and happy...

"Oh, didn't I see that you were cowering and couldn't hold back, so I was kind enough to help you, and then I poured some... the dragon energy I collected into it."

"Dragon Qi?!"

"Well, you drank so much Zhengguan Well water before. To be honest, it was too wasteful. A lot of it was not absorbed and transformed."

Sword Spirit curled his lips, "But this time I taught you this set of extraterrestrial skills, which are very consistent with your body's transformation into a dragon. In the future, there is no need to waste extravagant water and dragon energy. I will help you put it all into the inner lake."

Just go to the pool."

"Tsk, tsk, judging from just now, the martial arts skills of the outsider are indeed very suitable for you at this time."

Zhao Rong frowned and stared at the candlelight in front of him, digesting Gui's words.

There was no words for a while.

It was quiet inside the tent.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then clenched his fists and said, "What happened when he fell to the ground..."

Gui said lazily: "Drink those three glasses of well water first, and then we'll talk."

Zhao Rong shook his head and reached out to hold down the three bamboo tubes in front of him.

"No, you say it first. I've just... reached the early stage of Fuyao."

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Chapter completed!