Chapter 1197: Variance (1)

The elves of the Spirit Tower are obsessed with cultivation. Shen Yanxiao raised his hand and tried to touch the fog. When the fog attached to the palm of his hand, Shen Yanxiao felt that a familiar force was being transmitted from her skin. The source of life in the body.
This feeling is unusually familiar. In Wen Xicheng, in the Emerald City, when she was tested twice, she felt the same breath in the test water.
This kind of powerful power, even if it is only a little bit, is very powerful.
This is the pure power of concentration, far more powerful than what she feels in any city.
"Follow me." Shen Yan Xiao blinked and said to An Qing, who was next to him.
Chel is observing the reaction of the elves. Suddenly, Shen Yanxiao and An Sing suddenly walked toward the corner of the first floor. He raised his eyebrows slightly and did not react. He just observed them quietly. Action.
Shen Yanxiao found a place where the fog was slightly thinner. She immediately sat down cross-legged, and An dye followed her and sat down.
"The power here is very strong. When you absorb it, you should slow down. Don't be too hasty."
An dye nodded. He did feel the strong atmosphere of the sacred tower. If it wasn’t for taking care of Shen Yanxiao, he was afraid that the first reaction after he came in, like the elves, took time to cultivate.
Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath and began to absorb the power of life around him.
Only her progress was slow, swallowing the power around, and after swallowing a part, she cut off the absorption, turned it into the source of her life, and carefully devoured it.
It has been said that too much rush to seek success will only have counterproductive effects.
Before Cheer’s words, he gave Chen Yanxiao an alarm, so she absorbed very carefully.
Although An Dian did not think so much, he also slowed down the rate of absorption according to Shen Yanxiao’s words.
However, in the face of the powerful life force that has never been seen before, it is a very difficult task to force down the instinct to slow down.
The whole room was quiet, all the elves were working hard, and Chel took out a sheepskin book, holding a feather pen in the other hand, sweeping the elves in front of them, and carefully checking their state. Recorded down.
After recording the state of Shen Yanxiao and An Ding, he showed obvious hesitation. He looked up at them several times and hesitated for a moment before writing a long analysis.
[Zhen Xiao and An Sing's mind are keen, good at analyzing unfamiliar environments, and will analyze them calmly in the face of unknown forces...]
No other elf knows what Chel is doing now, they just concentrate on absorbing power.
However, just ten minutes later.
In the quiet sacred tower, there was a painful cry.
An elf sitting in the center of the sacred tower suddenly fell down and twitched. He had already had a pale face. Now he is not even a little bloody. He is curled up in pain, and his slender limbs are shaking.
The elf sitting next to him opened his eyes and looked at him, but in the next second, he fell down and twitched, exactly the same as the previous elf.
Like a terrible infectious disease, the elves on the first floor of the Tower of the Spirit began to appear in large quantities of convulsions!