Village Doctor's Magic Hands

"Eh?"

Zhao Sankin was startled.

Although he didn't open his eyes and didn't see the strange shape of the demon smelting pot, when the light blue glittering light projected onto him, somehow, the position where the glittering light covered his skin suddenly felt itchy.

What surprised him even more was that the originally scarce aura around his body seemed to become full in an instant, especially where the light blue yingmang covered, the concentration of aura increased rapidly, and those pores became more active in an instant.

"What happened?"

Zhao Sanjin's eyebrows twisted, and his heart was shocked and confused. After he came back from the army, he didn't practice at home once or twice. Why had such a situation happened before?

If you practice at this speed, it is estimated that in one night, Zhao Sanjin can restore the Xuanjin in the Dantian to about one-third, while in normal times, it will take at least more than half a month.

According to Zhao Sanjing, the content of aura in the air is actually relatively uniform. In an ordinary environment like Qingshui village, it's good if the content can reach one thousandth. In contrast, the concentration of aura in famous mountains, rivers and dense forests will be relatively high, which can reach five thousandths to ten thousandths, This is why Zhao Dengxian liked to travel around before settling in Qingshui village.

But now, Zhao Sanjin feels that the Reiki concentration around his body must be at least 20 thousandths!

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

More and more he felt something was wrong. Zhao Sankin couldn't help but quietly narrowed his eyes and looked around. It didn't matter. When his eyes fell on the demon smelting pot next to him, his face turned green.

"Shit, isn't it?"

The pupil widened in an instant. Zhao Sankin widened his eyes and immediately took a breath of cool air. Almost out of instinct, he scolded. It was like a spring sitting under his ass. the whole person jumped up and almost fell off the wooden bed.

At the moment when Zhao Sanjin jumped up, the light blue glittering light from the demon refining pot disappeared, and it was restored in the blink of an eye.

When Zhao Sankin ran to the other end of the wooden bed and looked back at the demon smelting pot again, the demon smelting pot was quietly placed at the head of the bed. There was no difference. Huang Xiaoyao lay at the mouth of the pot, the bee mouth like pliers moved, and the bee ass twisted, as if laughing at his ignorance and uncertainty.

"Am I dazzled?" Zhao Sankin wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

No way.

Zhao Sanjin's eyes have always been good. Just now he clearly saw a light blue yingmang jetting from the mouth of the demon smelting pot. Because there was only a dim light bulb in the main room, the light blue yingmang looked particularly dazzling.

Buzz! Buzzing

Suddenly, Huang Xiaoyao's wings vibrated a few times and made a familiar sound. Then he flew into the air, came to Zhao Sanjin and turned around him. It seemed that he wanted to find an easy place to mouth and take a few bites of him.

"Get up, you little beast!" Zhao Sanjin waved his big hand and quickly stretched out his hand to protect his vital point.

Zhao Sanjin has seen the almost terrible power of Huang Xiaoyao more than once. Now, he is empty and naked like a corn mallet. It would be great if Huang Xiaoyao stung him.

Moreover, Zhao Sanjin remembered very clearly that Lin Qingqing told him last time that Huang Xiaoyao was actually a female bee

After several rounds around Zhao Sanjin, the "buzzing" sound made by Huang Xiaoyao has a sense of rhythm. It sounds like a bee specific language, but Zhao Sanjin can't understand it.

One person, one bee, really can't communicate.

A moment later, Huang Xiaoyao seemed to be tired of playing. He landed on the demon refining pot again. The bee's ass tilted up and went in.

Zhao Sanjin was relieved.

"This little beast seems to have something to say to me." since knowing the relationship between Huang Xiaoyao and Zhao Dengxian, Zhao Sanjin has always suspected that Huang Xiaoyao can understand human language. Therefore, a psychic little guy like him will never make such a fuss for no reason.

"What are you trying to say?"

Zhao Sankin couldn't understand it. He simply didn't think about it. Instead, he timidly returned to the head of the bed, sat down again, and stared at the demon refining pot for a long time. For a moment, a bold idea suddenly came into his mind: was it... The sudden increase in the concentration of aura in the room just now because of the light blue glittering light?

This idea is really bold enough. Even Zhao Sanjin was startled by himself.

It's strange that when Zhao Dengxian forced Zhao Sanjin to go to the army to find the whereabouts of the demon smelting pot, he didn't tell him the specific function of the demon smelting pot, let alone how to use it. He only said that he could break the curse of the bone touching formula. Yesterday, he and Lin Qingqing went to bed in the room of Furong Hotel. Although they were only half full, from the current situation, the bone touching formula It seems that your cultivation has not been affected. Does this mean that the damn spell has really been broken?

What's more, if the demon smelting pot can really break the curse of the formula for touching bones, it means that there must be a special connection between the two. Since there is a connection, does it mean that the light blue glittering awn sprayed from the demon smelting pot just now can greatly increase the concentration of aura in the air and assist the formula for touching bones Your practice?

Or is that light blue glittering and translucent awn itself a high concentration aura?

A series of questions hovered in Zhao Sanjin's mind and lingered. His eyebrows frowned more and more tightly. After thinking for most of the time, he couldn't think of a reason. He sighed and whispered: "whether it's a mule or a horse, pull it out first and talk about it..."

Thinking like this, Zhao Sankin didn't hesitate, wrapped his legs, put his hands on his knees and wrists, concentrated and calm his Qi, sank into the Dantian, and entered the state of practice again.

However, he didn't close his eyes this time. On the contrary, he stared as big and round as a coin, stared at the demon refining pot around him, and didn't even dare to blink for fear of missing any key details.

"Where's the blue light? Come out, your grandmother has legs. Come out quickly." Zhao Sanjin's face was silent, but the bottom of his heart was crying out.

He looked forward to the light blue yingmang appearing again, because after he settled down again, he was surprised to find that the surrounding aura returned to the previous thin state.

Dida Dida

The wall clock kept ringing, and Zhao Sanjin's small heart kept beating. To be honest, he had experienced so many life and death tests in the army, and he had not been so nervous for a long time.

"Am I really dazzled?" the time passed minute by minute. After watching for ten minutes, the demon refining pot was as usual without any movement. Zhao sank little by little when he mentioned his voice.

When he was about to sink to the bottom of the valley, suddenly, there was a flash of light at the mouth of the demon smelting pot. Then, the long-awaited light blue yingmang finally appeared again, scattering out like a light, wrapped Zhao Sanjin's whole person, and made him bright in front of him, which immediately felt like a spring breeze.

Followed by a very high concentration of aura

……

It was a sleepless night.

Zhao Sankin didn't sleep all night, but until the next morning, the sky in the East was white with fish bellies, chickens and dogs barking outside the window, but he was still energetic and didn't feel sleepy at all.

excitement!

Zhao Sanjin's excitement lasted for a whole night, which made him very excited than watching those ginseng grow rapidly the night before yesterday, because in his eyes, these high concentration auras hidden in the demon refining pot were obviously more important than making money.

Throughout the night, Zhao Sanjin's pores were wide open, and he was constantly swallowing the aura released from the demon refining pot. These auras seemed to be inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and there was no sign of weakening from beginning to end.

As Zhao Sanjin thought before, the concentration of aura directly affects the accumulation speed of Xuanjin. High concentration of aura can achieve twice the result with half the effort. In just one night, the Xuanjin he accumulated occupied about one-third of the space of Dantian.

One third, even if I go to the town hospital today, it's more than enough to instill a round of Xuanjin into Mo mo.

"Demon smelting pot, it's really a rare treasure!" when he was excited, Zhao Sankin put on his clothes and directly put the demon smelting pot into his arms. He suddenly understood why Zhao Dengxian had to force him to find the whereabouts of the demon smelting pot. The emotional demon smelting pot is an artifact. It can not only break the curse of bone touching formula, but also make the practitioners of bone touching formula go thousands of miles every day.

Had known this, Zhao Sanjin hesitated at the beginning.

For the practitioners of the formula for touching bones, Reiki is very important, because Xuanjin is transformed from Reiki, and the amount of Xuanjin is directly related to a practitioner's accomplishments and abilities. Only when Xuanjin fills the elixir field, can the practitioners be promoted to the next level.

Take Zhao Dengxian and Zhao Sanjin for example. They also practice the formula of touching bones. Why can Zhao Dengxian do bone fortune telling and even find dragons and acupoints, while Zhao Sanjin can only touch women and treat diseases?

The difference is Xuanjin!

Zhao Sanjin has heard Zhao Dengxian mention it more than once before. After the practitioner fills the Dantian with Xuanjin, he can condense a core in the Dantian. What is the core? It is equivalent to the CPU of the computer, the human heart and the engine of the machine... With it, we can give play to the power hidden in the formula for touching bones.

As for what the so-called "power" is, Zhao Sanjin has not personally experienced it. However, it can be seen from considering Zhao Dengxian's terrorist strength.

It's exciting to think about it