68 Fireballs, Wind God Seal Complete

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  Wu Rong heard that Ye Chen also decided to stay in the Hao Zhu Lin, a look of disdain and contempt appeared on his thin face.

  There are over a dozen cultivator members in the Wu family, owning dozens of spiritual fields. In addition to the Wu family's cultivators, there are also dozens of low-level Qi-refining cultivators and warriors employed by the Wu family.

  Although it can't compare with those powerful immortal families, it's still far beyond what ordinary cultivators can match.

  Among the dozens of Qi-refining cultivators, only Yuan Hong, a young master from the Yuan family, is qualified to be my opponent. The Yuan family has been mainly engaged in alchemy for generations and runs a medium-sized elixir workshop. The family's manpower and financial resources are almost on par with those of my Wu family.

  "This surname Ye is just a small scattered cultivator with no family background, even if he's a second-layer Qi Refining cultivator, what qualifications does he have to compare with us two?! Treating him as an opponent will only lower one's own status."

  Wu Rongxin thought to himself, humming a soft tune, and loudly said to Yuan Hong, "Yuan Hong, let's have a competition to see who can kill the highest level of demonic boar first! How about it?!"

  "Alright! Adult You Hao pigs have the strength of three layers of Qi refining period, and the difficulty of hunting is extremely high. But it's precisely because of this that the thrill of the hunt is satisfying. Let's make a bet, see who can take down the first You Hao pig within a month."

  Yuan Hong said with a relaxed tone.

  The two of them talked, and didn't even count Ye Chen in on the action of hunting and killing the demonic boar.

  Ye Chen's face was expressionless, his waist belt holding a spiritual knife, he turned around silently and headed alone to the Bao Zhu Lin, searching for a suitable place to cultivate.

  Wu Rong held the reins of Lie Yan's spirit horse, glanced at Ye Chen's departing back, and sneered, "He knows his place, he knows he's not worthy to be with us! A mere Qi Refining stage two commoner cultivator, doesn't even consider his own identity, yet dares to stand alongside us! If he dares to have designs on Yun Xin, I'll make sure to teach him a lesson and let him know his place!"

  "You and I, in the end, no matter who wins or loses, will be convinced. What can he use to compete with you and me? Don't mind him, go kill the demon warthog."

  Yuan Hong nodded in agreement.

  Two young masters of the Xiancheng Xiao family set off separately towards the demon-infested Pig Forest.

  The area on the edge of Hog's Back and Sunset Plateau is relatively safe.

  Ye Chen silently activated his magic, conjuring a fireball and sending it hurtling forward. After releasing dozens of small fireballs in one breath, his magic was almost completely depleted. "There should still be some residual magic left inside me, squeeze them out and cast the last fireball!"

  Ye Chen desperately squeezed out the extremely small amount of magic power remaining in his body's meridians, his body slightly trembling as he gathered all his magic power together, condensing a final small fireball above his palm.

  Boom!

  Ye Chen threw out his last fireball and finally exhausted himself, falling to sit on the grassy ground, starting to meditate, taking a sip of low-grade Chen Sang Ling wine.

  The Chen Sang wine moistened his large and small meridians, and the exhausted Fa Li inside the meridians gradually came out. Such cultivation has a great help in expanding the capacity of Fa Li.

  A small bottle of Chen Sang Ling wine, the price in Xian City is three blocks of Ling stone, but it's only enough for a Qi Refining stage one cultivator to use for a short hour, and that's being frugal. Ye Chen himself can brew it in the winery pavilion of the immortal mansion, saving more than half the cost.

  However, even if he could brew it himself, with Ye Chen's crazy rate of consuming spiritual energy, the amount of spiritual wine consumed daily was still astonishing, exceeding over a dozen pieces of spirit stones.

  In the Tianyun Xianyuan City, there are very few Qi-refining cultivators who dare to waste precious spiritual wine on cultivating techniques. They usually only use spirit stones to recover their spiritual energy, and spiritual wine is only used in emergency situations to recover their spiritual energy.

  Mana restored, Ye Chen immediately jumped up and started practicing fireball technique again.

  Ye Chen didn't have the mind to care about what Wu Rong and Yuan Hong were thinking.

  He never intended to go hunting for demonic boars with these two from the start. Staying near the Boar Forest was just for the convenience of cultivation.

  "Cultivate your primordial spirit, cultivate your magical techniques!"

  This was Ye Chen's only thought. The powerful pressure of Guoshi Zhengyuan, an eighth-level cultivator in the Refining Qi stage, forced him not to relax for a moment.

  Time passed day by day in such diligent practice.

  Three days later.

  "The ninety runes of Huo Qiu Fa Yin have finally all lit up!"

  Ye Chen's divine consciousness swept past the fireball spell seal next to his primordial spirit, carefully examining all the runes. A hint of delight flashed in his eyes as a faint smile appeared on his face.

  Wow!

  Ye Chen raised his hand, and a plump, round fireball appeared above his palm. This fireball, originally the size of an egg, had grown to the size of an adult's palm, its power increasing by several times.

  He pushed forward with one hand, and the fireball flew out with a whoosh.

  Boom!

  A giant tree in front, its hard trunk was directly blown to pieces and burst into flames, the giant tree crashed down, burning to ashes in the fierce blaze.

  "The explosive force is almost equivalent to a thousand pounds of force, with additional fire-based flames burning damage, affecting an area of three meters. This is the limit of the small fireball's power! The runes inside the Fireball spell are all lit up, and the power cannot be increased any further."

  Ye Chen quickly estimated in his mind the power of the small fireball at this time.

  To be honest, the power of a small fireball is almost the same as the sixth move of "Tiger Leaping Knife Method", Whirlwind Slash, both are range attacks. However, the small fireball has an additional terrifying flame burn and a wider range.

  The most important thing is that the cultivators of the Refining Qi stage can use small fireballs to attack enemies more than ten zhang away, an advantage that the sword energy and saber energy of martial artists cannot compare with.

  With a fireball like this, even a national-level warrior would have to lie down.

  "Next is Wind Style!"

  Ye Chen was in a small grove, wildly riding the wind at high speed.

  A figure flashed by extremely quickly, almost turning into a gust of wind, a shadow that was hard to catch. One hour, two hours...... Sweat had almost soaked through his clothes, waves of intense fatigue came over him, and his body seemed to have reached its limit of endurance.

  Ye Chen gritted his teeth and endured the tremors of every inch of muscle.

  A few days later.

  "Wind Style: Rasengan, sixty percent!"

  "...seventy percent!"

  "...ninety percent!"

  "...One hundred percent! Over a hundred glyphs of the Wind God's Seal are all lit up!"

  Ye Chen's divine consciousness swept over, and he was delighted to discover that each of the symbols on the Wind Control Seal was emitting a dazzling red light.

  "Ride the wind, bursting with extreme speed, flashing ten yards away in the blink of an eye. Can float low in the air for several feet, lasting a relatively short period of time."

  Ye Chen rode the wind at a rapid gallop, feeling an astonishing speed, with the shadows of trees flashing by quickly on both sides.

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