Dizzy. Gan Jing dragged his tired body back to the shore, and the coldness of the lake seemed to be emanating a chill.

  Bì luò has already cooked the roasted fish meat, and Qián jìn also ate several catties of fish meat to replenish his consumed physical strength. After getting used to the Lava Lake, his body was even more unaccustomed to the Extreme Ice Lake, and after a day of practice, the physical strength he consumed was much greater than before.

  The three people sitting there stared blankly at Qian Jin, who had just swept away the four servings of dinner that Biliu had prepared, and only then did they hear him say: "Not bad, I'm 80% full."

  Bì luò was busy again making dinner for the other two, while Qián jìn crouched beside the dead fish, running his hand over its sharp and hard scales, replaying the thrilling scene in the water.

  "This thing," not bad. Gan Jing forcefully pulled off a hard and light fish scale, his fingers lightly flicking the edge of the scale: "It's almost a natural flying knife, if it's polished it would be even better! Although it can't compare to real iron flying knives, it wins in being unexpected and more convenient to carry."

  With a firm grip, he continuously pulled out the fish scales from the dead fish's body. He casually found a stone to use as a whetstone and ground the palm-sized fish scales into a more suitable conical shape for holding in his hand. Then, he carefully applied the fish meat onto the fish scales to prevent them from being exposed to air for too long and drying out, losing their original firmness and becoming brittle.

  Three people finished a dinner, and Qianjin's hands had already added sixteen rough fish-scale flying knives. The quality of these flying knives was extremely poor, and there were many places that needed to be modified and polished. Qianjin planned to return to the cave and carefully decorate the flying knives again.

  Taking advantage of Bìluò's collection of fish meat, Qiánjìn carefully sharpened a not-so-excellent but still decent flying knife with fish scale pattern. According to the explanation in "Shénshè", he began testing the performance and flight trajectory of this flying knife.

  A truly top-notch marksman can tell the general performance of a weapon, especially in terms of flight trajectory, as soon as they touch any firearm.

  Qianjin thought he was just a mediocre shooter, having only practiced for a few days with the "Divine Shooter". To fully grasp the capabilities of the fish-scale flying knife, much more testing was still needed.

  Bang! The fish-scale flying knife left a faint golden mark in the air, accurately stabbing into a tree thirty meters away from Qian Jing. The exposed part of the fish scales outside the tree made a continuous humming noise due to the vibration.

  "Huh?" missed the mark" Gan Jing looked at the fish scale flying knife that was originally intended to hit the branch, but ended up being nailed to the trunk of the tree. He scratched his head: "It seems that its flight trajectory is quite different from a stone."

  Shui Lianying walked closer to the tree trunk, and Momo took a closer look at the flying dagger that was half-inserted into the trunk. The web-like flight was extremely swift, yet almost made no sound of piercing through the air, making it perfect for stealthy assassinations on a dark night.

  The old man watched Qianjin leave, his eyes narrowed into a slit as he smiled: "You must study that divine shooting technique well. Today I brought you to this Extreme Ice Lake, not just to temper your Dou Qi and Feng Yun Jin Shen, but also to let you adapt to the cold environment even more. The vast snowy plains, quietly lying in wait for several days, one arrow through the throat! This is what it means to be a shooter!"

  The night fell again, Qianjin sharpened the last fish-scale flying knife, picked up a new piece of Dou stone from the mine and started practicing to absorb Dou energy and transform it into Dou Qi.

  In just three short hours, the dull and gloomy Dou Shi lost its last bit of luster, and another piece of Dou Shi's Dou ability was absorbed cleanly, evenly distributed among the 108 Dou orifices.

  She opened her eyes to see Huang Quan sitting cross-legged, meditating and concentrating his spiritual energy into magical power. In her heart, she felt a faint sense of admiration. This woman had already reached the critical moment of condensing her spiritual energy into magical power, but without the help of an array, even if she held a magic core to complete it, it would be a record-breaking achievement. However, because the magic core belonged to her sister's private property, she never took one to use.

  Concentrate spiritual power and transform it into magical power! Take a step forward to enter the ranks of great magicians! What a tempting thing this is? No magician has ever withstood this temptation! Qian Jin's evaluation of Huang Quan, unknowingly rising higher and higher, admiring not her terrifying magical talent, but for protecting her sister's dream, firmly resisting the shortcut temptation of the magic core.

  The spiritual power fluctuations in the air grew more frequent, Huang Quan's body trembled slightly, and even the weeds and cloak she sat on seemed to be summoned, shaking along with her.

  The flames burning in the stove, although they were sealed, seemed to be blown by some strong wind, making a whooshing sound.

  Qianjin also saw for the first time someone condensing spiritual energy to transform into a key moment of law, both fists clenched tightly, Huangquan's vast spiritual mansion had almost reached its true peak, just like boiling water that was about to boil but couldn't quite boil.

  Qian Jin quietly took out a magic core and lightly tossed it onto Huang Quan's Moon Blade. The massive spiritual power instantly extracted the magical energy from the magic core! The simmering water that had been at a rolling boil but not overflowing suddenly erupted like a volcano in this instant!

  Spiritual power is constantly transforming into magical force, Qianjin feels another magic core stored in his clothes, which is constantly vibrating. Having just entered the realm of great mages, he showed a good appetite. Although he couldn't move the magic core of Biliu, for Qianjin, who was not exactly a friend, there wasn't much politeness. The magical force repeatedly extracted everything from the magic core.

  The half-hour-long transformation of Xiao Huangquan's magical powers was complete, and she slowly opened her eyes, which were clearly the same as Bì Luò's but always seemed to be filled with a cold intent. She lightly nodded at Qián Jìn: "Thank you."

  "No need to be polite."

  Huang Quan slowly got up and walked to Qian Jin's front. She directly performed a 90-degree bow, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, following the curve of her waist as if it was about to flow onto the ground.

  The Yellow Spring remained hunched over, without the slightest intention of straightening up, and spoke again with an icy tone: "Thank you."

  His body stiffened slightly, the same "thank you", but with a completely different degree of chill. Compared to the first thank you, this second one was icy, yet equally full of emotion.

  That's not because of the help of a magic core to become a great magician, Huang Quan is confident that even without the help of a magic core, it would be okay to succeed a few months later, just a bit more hard work, nothing big deal.

  "Bì luò, thank you for your trouble." Huáng quán remained in a bowing posture: "I... In this situation, I can't repay you with anything, thank you."

  "It's really nothing." Qian Jin, facing the woman who had always been cold as ice and even a bit condescending, suddenly found himself acting like this for his sister, and felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head, trying to break the atmosphere that made his eyes moist: "I can understand her feelings."

  The cave was quiet, with only the crackling sound of burning wood. Huang Quan suddenly straightened up and walked to Qianjin's side like a ghostly cat, his soft waist bending down again.

  wave

  A gentle kiss on the cheek sounds like a thunderclap in a dry and rigid world, the hand that was scratching its head froze in place for an instant.

  Huang Quan's lips were icy, cool, soft and fragrant, with a temperature that was unlike any ordinary person. Gan Jing couldn't help but touch the place where he had been kissed, and this icy Huang Quan, who was colder than the Arctic ice lake, was really too difficult to figure out.

  The yellow spring gently and quietly returned to its original position, lightly lying on a large cloak, the soft material of the magic robe immediately outlined her delicate yet not impoverished figure, another large cloak slowly covered the figure outlined by the magic robe.

  The cave returned to a thorough quietness, with only the fire crackling and popping as it burned the wood.

  Dryly rubbed the kissed cheek, lightly shook his head and smiled, put on the magic hat to re-enter the "Endless World".

  In Black, as usual, he had been stuck for twelve hours and opened his status bar.

  Wan Ying: Level 1, proficiency 105,732.

  Sharpness +18, Durability: 2, Proficiency: 25 True, 3977.

  "It seems like it will take a long, long time for me to truly and thoroughly master this 'Gan Jing Xian' in these days. The number of times I shake my head is more than the total of the past 15 years: 'How can I learn faster?' Hard practice is indispensable. But one must find the right learning method. A wrong method will slow down the learning process, while a correct learning method can speed it up."

  Standing once again in front of the mysterious medicine shop, Gan Jing felt an urge to turn around and leave for the first time. Yesterday's medicine had indeed brought him extreme benefits, but who knew what kind of treatment he would receive today? And that medicine was a hundred times more overbearing than the Extreme Ice Lake!

  The strongest fortresses in the world are always breached from within. The mysterious potion wreaks havoc directly inside the body, with a force that produces an attack power that is vastly different from the pain it inflicts.

  "Are you here? Come in quickly, don't waste time."

  The queen-like voice of Orlala, from the deep courtyard, pierced through the counter and into Gan Jing's ears, once again giving him goosebumps as he faced the demonic beast Xiong Fengyu with an unchanged expression.

  Qian Jin had just entered the room when he suddenly felt the floor beneath his feet collapsing. As he jumped back in an instant, a black special silk net fell from the air behind him, lightly touching and automatically wrapping around him. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen nets pounced on him, wrapping him into a dumpling.