Chapter 20: Divine Bead Transmission

& Immediately stood up, Meng Fan hurriedly supported Xin Lan, and carefully explored Xin Lan's body, only to find that her body felt cold. It seemed that the cold was more fierce than before.

"Mother, how could you be serious again?"

Xin Lan raised her head and grinned reluctantly, but there was a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "It's okay. It's probably because I've always been a little tired from picking medicine recently.

Meng Fan was taken aback, and immediately knew that he was negligent. While practicing hard, Xin Lan, in order to exchange for gold coins, must have been collecting medicines near Yanlang Mountain. Just like himself, he would get tired if he went out early and returned late.

A second-grade elixir may be able to temporarily suppress the injury in the heart orchid, but the cold energy that has been in the heart orchid has been too long and has penetrated into the bone marrow. Unless it is a real elixir, the heart orchid must continue to bear it. The suffering of this cold illness.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan gritted his teeth and couldn't help but seriously said, "Mother, don't worry, there will be bloodstones in the first clan, and I will definitely help you get bloodstones!"

Seeing Meng Fan's resolute look on her small face, Xinlan smiled and said with relief, "Number one? Okay, mother is looking forward to it!"

Although I didn't believe it very much in Xinlan's heart, there was a mother who didn't want her son's success. Just what Meng Fan said made Xinlan extremely happy.

Helping Xinlan back to the room, Meng Fan returned to his room.

Sitting quietly, Meng Fan knew that the burden on his shoulders was definitely not light. He wanted to excel in the clan comparison and overwhelm everyone, but Meng Fan did not dare to imagine. Although Meng Fan is making rapid progress now, but above the clan ratio, it is extremely troublesome to have Thunder Tiger and Leo Leopard alone, but it is a stumbling block of the seventh rank.

In addition, Gu Qing, who has always been the proud child of heaven in Wuzhen, is extremely powerful.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan couldn't help but laughed bitterly. It seemed that his hope of winning the first place was extremely slim. He took out the black beads and prepared to repair his body. When the palm of his hand moved, Meng Fan was taken aback. Under the moonlight, the black beads were like hard stones, but at the center of the beads, Meng Fan suddenly noticed that there was a ray of light gathered and not scattered!

what is this?

Meng Fan's brow furrowed and he looked at it in confusion. Meng Fan never understood the origin and identity of the black bead. He gently grasped the black bead and directly used his vitality to feel it.

When the vitality gathered in front of the halo of the black beads, Meng Fan's small face suddenly changed, as if he was slapped fiercely. There was a violent energy in his mind, and the painful Meng Fan almost fainted. .

"Damn, what the **** is going on!"

Under the intense pain, Meng Fan's small face was distorted, and it took only half of the time for Meng Fan to relax, rubbing his eyes, and the sound in his mind continued.

The pain just now made Meng Fan dare not touch the beads easily, and grabbed the beads in a daze. However, in the next moment, in Meng Fan's mind, he could feel a special mark, and at the same time a smart voice came out. .

"Save me, son, I can only talk to you once with my energy right now. Only after forming the sea of ​​consciousness can I talk to me. This mark is given to son by me, and it will be useful!"

The voice was very nice, but it was a bit intermittent, but it seemed to be a woman talking. It faintly appeared in Meng Fan's mind, and it seemed that he had never had it before. Meng Fan was a little hesitant to see if the scene just now was an illusion.

Someone is talking about this black bead!

The palm trembled, and when Meng Fan used his vital energy to sense again, he found that he couldn't communicate with the black beads anyway.

Frowning his brows, Meng Fan thought. If it is an illusion, then why is my head still hurting now? If it is not an illusion, then there must be some secret in this black bead, even some of them!

Thinking of this possibility, Meng Fan couldn't help but shocked his whole body. He didn't feel that it was because of his lack of strength. If according to that voice, the one who can communicate with it is to have real spiritual power and step into the gate of the realm of refining qi.

The so-called spiritual power, ordinary people have only one point. Even a vitality practitioner in the realm of body refining is only slightly turned on. If you want to truly use spiritual power, only when you reach the realm of refining and form a sea of ​​consciousness can you be officially Step into the threshold of spiritual power.

According to Meng Fan's knowledge, there are many people who have cultivated vitality to become strong on the mainland, but there are very few people who are truly proficient in spiritual power.

Once you break through the realm of body refining, you will open a sea of ​​consciousness in your mind, and only then will be able to store weak mental power. This is also a major gap between the realm of body refining and Qi refining.

It is rumored that once the sea of ​​consciousness is formed, all changes within a hundred meters will be sensitive, and it will not help cultivation and combat at all.

It seems that if you want to get in touch with the person talking inside the black beads, you must reach the realm of refining energy. Just as Meng Fan was thinking about it, his brows suddenly frowned, because Meng Fan already felt that there was something more in his mind, this thing seemed to be a mark left by a black bead.

how is this possible!

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Meng Fan concentrated all his energy towards the imprint in his mind. The imprint was like a seed. The moment Meng Fan’s consciousness came into contact with the sea, his whole body was shocked, and a mysterious message was directly sent. Stabbed into the mind.

The imprint behind him is like a symbol, but Meng Fan’s mind can’t fully accommodate it, but just seeing the impact in it creates a feeling of admiration in Meng Fan’s heart, as if he was before this imprint. , Even smaller than an ant, Meng Fan's mental power between the electric light and flint has been bounced out.

Opening his eyes, Meng Fan found himself wet in a cold sweat. Frowning, the information in Meng Fan's mind has begun to unfold like a movie.

"The method of body refining...refining patterns!