A stone chamber.
Qin Feiyang sat cross-legged on a futon.
Three meters in front, there is a stone pillar. At the top of the stone pillar is a transparent spar the size of a palm.
Feng Cheng, the old man in black, is standing next to the stone pillar.
Feng Cheng asked, "Jiang Haotian, do you know what this spar is?"
Qin Feiyang recalled a little carefully and asked, "Is it a meditation stone?"
"Yes."
Feng Cheng nodded and said, "Since you know about the meditation stone, then this old man is not talking nonsense. Calm down and slowly gather your spiritual power. Lao Mo, let's go out and protect him. Don't let those stinky boys come in and make trouble."
The two walked out of the meditation room, one behind the other, and closed the stone door.
Qin Feiyang retracted his gaze, looked at the meditation stone on the stone pillar, and tried to search for the memory deep in his soul.
Although he has never been involved in alchemy before, he still knows the basic common sense.
Mental power is divided into two forms.
The first, invisible.
It's the same as his current mental power, which can't be seen or touched.
The second type is tangible.
Tangible spiritual power is a substance like airflow.
You can see and touch.
And to transform invisible spiritual power into tangible, you need meditation stones!
The way to use the meditation stone is to look.
But in advance, it is necessary to get rid of distracting thoughts, be like still water, and enter a state of ecstasy where people and stones are one.
A little bit of distraction can't be successful.
"Whoo!"
With a long sigh, Qin Fei held his breath and slowly dissipated the distracting thoughts in his mind.
Outside the meditation room.
There are dozens of people gathered at the moment.
They are all disciples of the Pill Hall.
"Two elders, can you tell me what level of mental power Jiang Haotian possesses?"
"Is it similar to Senior Brother Cheng Yi?"
"I estimate that he is stronger than Senior Brother Cheng Yi, because when Senior Brother Cheng Yi gathered his spiritual power, neither of the two elders personally protected the Dharma."
"This treatment can be regarded as unprecedented, and no one has come since!"
"If you say that, doesn't Jiang Haotian have a seventh-level spiritual power?"
A group of teenagers surrounded Feng Cheng and the two of them, chatting non-stop.
There is a strong curiosity in their eyes.
Ling Yan was also in the crowd.
Feng Cheng laughed and scolded: "You bastards, don't play tricks here, the old man will never reveal half a word to you."
In the eyes of everyone, a trace of disappointment suddenly crept up.
Ling Yan frowned, hid in the crowd to fan the flames, and said, "Elder Feng, we and Jiang Haotian will be brothers in the future, do we need to hide and tuck like this?"
"No way!"
"Elder Feng, your bias is too obvious!"
"I still don't believe that Jiang Haotian's mental power can reach the eighth level."
People are dissatisfied.
The old man in black frowned and shouted, "Is there nothing to do? Get the **** out of here!"
A group of disciples shut their mouths one after another, and the scene instantly fell silent.
Feng Cheng patted the old man in black on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Oh, Lao Mo, don't be so serious, it will frighten them."
The old man in black said angrily: "You still talk about me? If it wasn't because you were always used to them, would they dare to smile here?"
"I don't agree with this. They are still just children. We should give them enough care to make them feel at home in the Pill Palace, and not be stern and reprimand them all day long…"
"Forget it, you're an old stubborn, and you don't understand even if I tell you."
After Feng Cheng finished speaking, he waved his hand, took out a table from the Qiankun bag, placed it on the ground, and then looked at the group of disciples, hehe smiled.
"The old rules, the old man sits in the village, and you place your bets."
"Let's bet that Jiang Haotian will be able to gather spiritual power in a few days."
"One day, ten for one."
"Two days, one loses five."
"Three days, one loses two."
At this moment, he looks like a gambler.
A group of disciples grinned and surrounded Feng Cheng.
"Feng Cheng, you are enough!"
Elder Mo drank violently, his face darkened and his veins throbbing violently.
Those disciples looked stiff and wanted to go up to make a bet, but they didn't dare to go up.
Feng Cheng turned his head to look at Elder Mo, frowned and said, "If you don't like it, you can skip it, no one is forcing you, understand?"
"You…"
"You are really disrespectful to the old man. If you continue like this, their future will be ruined by you sooner or later!"
Elder Mo strode to the other side, his body trembling with anger.
As the elder of the Pill Hall, but not the slightest elder, what kind of decency is this!
It's a shame!
"Come, come, leave him alone, let's continue!"
Feng Cheng waved to those disciples.
Those disciples looked at each other in dismay, but in the end they couldn't resist the temptation, and they all gathered around and started betting.
There is laughter and laughter here.
On the other side, Elder Mo stood alone in front of a flowerbed, sulking.
"Jiang Haotian, you must condense your spiritual power within one day."
He muttered to himself.
There is another rule in this game.
That is, if the bettor can complete it in advance, then everyone loses.
And all bets will fall on the bet.
In other words.
If Qin Feiyang can condense spiritual power in one day, then everyone's bets will go into his pocket.
As for the banker Feng Cheng, don't even try to get a dime.
However, the spiritual power was condensed in one day, and the Pill Hall of Black Bear City has never appeared.
Time flies.
Half an hour later.
With a bang, the stone gate slowly opened.
Qin Feiyang strode out, full of energy and high spirits.
Feng Cheng turned around and wondered, "What are you doing here?"
"Not because you are too noisy."
Before Qin Feiyang could speak, Elder Mo snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Qin Feiyang, and said with a smile, "I'll tell them to get out of here immediately, and you continue to gather your spiritual power."
Qin Feiyang glanced suspiciously at the two of them, then looked at Ling Yan and others, suddenly realized, and cupped his hands: "Thank you Elder Mo for your concern, but it's no longer needed."
Elder Mo frowned and said, "Why not, did you give up?"
Qin Feiyang was stunned for a moment, his expression a little weird.
If I let this person know that the person I care about now is the madman who robbed the medicine field, I don't know how I would react?
Maybe kill him on the spot!
So now, the real identity must not be exposed.
Concentrating, Qin Feiyang cupped his hands and said, "Elder, I'm not giving up, it's because I've gathered my spiritual power."
"Oh, so it was."
Elder Mo nodded, turned around as if he was about to leave, but turned back suddenly, stared at Qin Feiyang and said, "What did you just say? Say it again right away!"
Feng Cheng and Ling Yan's group, like Elder Mo, didn't pay much attention at first, but the next moment, they all stared at Qin Feiyang with great surprise!
"Am I accidentally setting a new record?"
Qin Feiyang grumbled.
I didn't realize it at all, how amazing it is to condense spiritual power in half an hour!
"Cough!"
He put his fist to his mouth and coughed a few times, soothing the little excitement in his heart, then stretched out his hand and directly proved it with his actions.