This time the improvement was relatively easier than before. When Chen Qian stepped onto the third level again, his feet easily fell on the light ball and did not encounter repulsion.

Or, because he had seen through the foundation of the strange aura, the repulsive force disappeared inexplicably.

"When my sense of smell improves, the strange aura I smell from others is not related to my cultivation, but is directly related to his qi and blood! The stronger the qi and blood, the stronger the aura will be, and the weaker the qi and blood, the more ethereal and weaker that aura will be!"

Qi and blood have two meanings. One refers to the realm of martial arts and Qi and blood.

After practicing the light and dark power of the whole body, a warrior in the mortal realm will advance to the Qi and Blood Realm. From then on, he can refine the internal organs and six internal organs, boil blood and form qi outside, and further master the true qi and strengthen the spirit.

The second meaning of Qi and Blood refers to the vital energy and flesh and blood of the human body. This breath that Chen Qian concealed is this second type.

"The higher a person's cultivation level, the more solid his muscles, bones, skin and flesh, the more vital his internal organs and internal organs in his body, the more vigorous the qi and blood will become. This aura will naturally rise, and vice versa. So it's good that I judged at the beginning that the breath is proportional to the cultivation level."

To put it bluntly, this breath comes from the vitality of the human body and flesh and blood. The combination of the two is the foundation of a person.

If the qi and blood are strong, it means it is strong, and vice versa, it means it is weak.

"But there are exceptions..."

Chen Qian's eyes fell on a knife in the corner of the room.

Rust knife.

"The body of the Immortal Guard is obviously different from that of ordinary people, so his qi, blood and breath are also opposite to that of normal people. I guess this is related to the word "Immortal", which makes sense, but what happened to Zhao Ting? Why is she a weak woman whose qi, blood and breath is much purer than that of ordinary people?"

There seems to be no answer to these questions at the moment, and Chen Qian does not intend to delve into them. He has already stepped onto the third level of the second level of the Tower of Knowing the Tower, with nearly half of the progress, and his help and improvement are obviously obvious.

When he concentrates on specific senses, the corresponding senses can be increased several times, reaching an amazing level, and discovering delicate mysteries that ordinary people cannot detect!

Continuous concentration of mind and perception for a long time will overdraw your energy and cannot be used too much. But even if you are just ordinary taste, smell, and listen, the sensitivity is not the same as before.

You should know that Chen Qian was originally a time-traveling person, and was not sensitive enough, so he had half the effort to practice martial arts with twice the effort. But now, as he stepped onto the steps step by step, his senses became more and more sensitive.

You must be sensitive to practice. The more sensitive you are, the more you can achieve your skills!

"Now my sense of smell, taste and hearing have improved significantly compared to the original one, and the rest is..."

Recalling the remaining three balls of light on the second floor of the Tower of Consciousness, Chen Qian had a guess in his mind, and he basically understood the meaning of this second floor.

"I just don't know what is hidden in the empty seventh staircase."

There are seven steps on the second floor of the Identification Tower, six of which have a ball of light on it. Chen Qian has already stepped through three, and there are still three left, but the highest step is bare and there is no ball of light.

Chen Qian, who has experienced the first seven steps, certainly would not think that this is just a normal step.

"What must be hidden inside. Huh?"

Just as Chen Qian was thinking, a pain suddenly came from his left palm, as if his flesh had been torn apart.

He lowered his head, pulled off the handkerchief wrapped in his left hand, spread his palm, and looked at him with a scar on his palm.

The scar has dried up and seems to be about to fall off.

Chen Qian's eyes twitched: "What's going on? This injury has only been four or five hours now. I just tightened my muscles on my hands to stop the bleeding. After I came back, I applied some swelling cream and treated it quickly. At most, it would prevent it from worsening... But when did my body shape get so good?"

Immediately, a picture flashed through his mind, which was a long sword. The two sides of the blade had different colors, one was as scarlet as blood, and the other was as dark as ink.

"Yes, I have always ignored the abnormality at that time, thinking it was an hallucination caused by energy exhaustion," thinking in my heart, Chen Qian's eyes fell on the rust knife against the wall, "But think about it carefully, the rust knife was inserted on the stage, and no one touched it when the landslide was collapsed, and it was clearly flying out of the air, but what was the strange changes on the blade? Red and black? Even if it was an illusion, the scars on my hands are now..."

A series of questions appeared in my mind, and somehow, Chen Qian felt a little alert in his heart.

Of course, with the lessons of the tower's knowledge, although the current wound is strange, it will not panic, so he can keep the spiritual platform clear. He reached out to pick up the rust knife, stroked the rusty blade, and carefully recalled some details when the rust knife flew over.

"The knife came very suddenly at that time, as if it was aiming at me, with great strength and extremely fast speed. If I didn't choose to resist but dodge, Zhao Ting would be... wrong!"

Suddenly, Chen Qian's expression changed.

"When the rust knife flew over, although the blade pointed at me, according to its flight trajectory, it could only hurt my side at most, and it was not fatal. Instead... In this way, the point of the blade is really pointed at... Zhao Ting!"

"If I don't stop it in the middle, this knife will definitely stab Zhao Ting, and it will penetrate the vital points of his lower abdomen! It will break through the Dantian!"

"This knife was for Zhao Ting."

Thinking of such a possibility, even though Chen Qian was always calm and not surprised by external objects, he felt more or less surprised and confused. He thought of the special features of Zhao Ting's body's qi, blood and breath.

"What is this woman's identity? It seems that it's best to ask Sister Qian for a clear question."

Just as he was thinking about how to see Ma Qian'er again, the door was pushed open.

Bai Nan walked in with a tray on his back.

There were two plates of side dishes and a few white flour buns on the tray, and the aroma of the meal wafted.

"Young Master, you came back too urgently last night. You used medicine and washed and changed clothes. You didn't even eat much. I guess you should get up now, so I brought the food to you. You taste it... Hey? Why is the table cracked in half?"

Bai Nan said, looking surprised, and saw the wooden table chopped in half by a rust knife.

"It's nothing, don't care." Chen Qian waved his hand, took the tray, held it in his hand, and started eating it in a big mouthful. Last night, he was exhausted in both his mind and his body, but he was mentally exhausted, and was anxious to check his gains, so he lay down and fell asleep.

"You are not in charge of the family and don't know that the firewood and rice are expensive. This table also costs money." Bai Nan was frowning. After joining the Chen Family Escort Agency, he and his father had read books and had fewer people in the escort agency, so Wang sometimes asked the father and son to help calculate the accounts, so he had some understanding of the escort agency's finances.

Click!

A sound of shattering discs recalled Bai Nan from his sorrow. He looked in the sound and his face was filled with shock.

"Master? What are you doing?"

Next to Bai Nan, Chen Qian was spitting out food, while the ground was filled with pieces of dishes and food.

After vomiting, Chen Qian raised his head and said with a serious expression: "Who made this meal?"

"What? The food is not to your taste?" Bai Nan looked confused. "It was made by a newly hired cook. Our yard is full of big men, but I don't know how to hold the spoon. If it's not delicious..."

"No," Chen Qian shook his head, "It's not about the taste, but about some more 'material'." As he said that, he got up and went out, and walked straight to the kitchen.

Chen Qian smacked his lips. His taste is too sensitive now. He can tell if he wants more or less in the meal.

"Don't touch any of you for breakfast today!"

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