Chapter: 4398

"The so-called Yunmeng Art..."

Zhang Han told him what to pay attention to, and then the spiritual power in his body circulated in the direction of the meridians in Zi Yan's body, and suddenly hesitated:

"Why are your meridians devouring my spiritual power?"

"You mobilize that energy."

Following Zhang Han's words, Zi Yan closed her eyes and felt it carefully. She knew where the Nascent Soul was, but she couldn't use it. After a while, Zi Yan shook her head:

"no."

"Try this meditation method again."

"Or not."

"Uh, try this set..."

Tried a dozen approaches in succession, with dismal results.

Zi Yan pursed her lips:

"What's going on? I'm a fake immortal cultivator? Why is that Nascent Soul useless?"

Fancy or not? I was so happy!

Zhang Han also has a big head.

"What can I do?"

"Don't worry, let's start from the beginning, because Mengmeng and I are going to the Kunlun Immortal Realm. We are immortal cultivators, and our strength is getting higher and higher. I only leave you at home, and then you are in a bad mood and a little bored. Did you still feel uncomfortable a few days ago? Yes, uncomfortable, it means that your thoughts have played a role. A few days later, when a certain breath is brewing to a certain extent, as you shout and vent, the mutation will emerge, You directly become an immortal cultivator!"

Zhang Han suddenly had a hint of inspiration and said:

"Mind! Yes, you can try your mind! I didn't feel your sea of ​​consciousness, which should be the reason. Could it be that you are a special cultivator? In this way, my wife, calm down your emotions first, and then mind... It's just a psychological idea, try to communicate with the Nascent Soul, and experience that kind of understanding, maybe you can gain something, such as launching an attack and exerting a breath of spiritual power."

Speaking of these, Zhang Han told Zi Yan patiently.

"Yeah, let me experience it."

Zi Yan nodded obediently, closed her eyes, for one second, two seconds...

Until a minute passed, Zi Yan suddenly opened her eyes:

"Honey, am I dreaming?"

Zhang Han: "..."

Good guy, after brewing for a minute, it turned out that I was thinking wildly.

"It's not a dream, it's all real." Zhang Han said dumbfounded: "Don't think about it, you can feel the dantian carefully, and then try to run the energy, or hit an attack."

No matter what it is, as long as Zi Yan attacks or can use her spiritual power, Zhang Han feels that she should be able to see something.

Time passed slowly.

One minute, two minutes... five minutes.

Zi Yan's breath suddenly became mysterious, she opened her eyes: