Every inch of skin felt like needles pricking it.
Although he was sweating profusely, there was a slight smile on his lips.
He ignored the old man's ridicule and looked stupidly at the clouds in the sky.
Others may not understand, but he is a talented student with double master's degrees.
"Boy, drinking this bowl of soup will speed up the recovery of physical strength."
Under Yuan Hai's ninth level, he can practice the Qinglian Sword Song completely.
Not only does it require strong physical control, it also requires strong perseverance.
Although it was only half a stick of incense, it was enough to prove his inner perseverance.
"Old man, are you sincere?"
"I'm struggling to talk, how can I have the energy to drink soup?"
His breathing gradually calmed down, and his speech gained some strength.
It was right to think about it. He squatted down and drank a bowl of soup directly and roughly.
"Old man! Just wait! When I surpass you in cultivation, I will push you to the ground and rub you."
"What? You still dislike the old man?"
The patriarch sat cross-legged on the ground without any scruples and looked at Lin Chen provocatively.
You look like you asked for it, do you want me to help you practice? Look at the way I torture you to death.
Seeing that he ignored me for a long time, he waved his hand in front of his eyes.
"What are you thinking about? So entranced?"
Pushing away the other party's calloused hands, he rested his head on his hands and stared at the white clouds above the sky.
He said slowly: "Looking at the clouds."
The old man also looked up in surprise and asked doubtfully: "Isn't it just a cloud? What's so good about it?"
Lin Chen rolled his eyes at the other party speechlessly.
"Isn't it just a cloud?"
"Do you know what a cloud is?"
"Bumpkin! Don't understand anything."
This time, the old man was completely confused. He really didn't know where Yun came from.
As powerful monks, they can turn their hands into clouds and rain. Who is thinking about that?
"You should tell me, otherwise I won't be polite."
Feeling the contempt in Lin Chen's tone, the contempt coming from deep in his heart, he was so angry that his beard became crooked.
What is your identity? What is the identity of the other party?
Look at that small cloud. Even though it is so small, it weighs up to 500,000 kilograms.
In other words, if Xuyang Mountain is uprooted, the cloud will be as heavy as five Xuyang Mountains.
The reason why it can float in the void is because the air in the void is relatively dry.
Clouds are less dense than dry air, so they float in the air.
"You're trying to say that if the clouds are so heavy, how much wind would it take to blow them away, right?"
Sensing the old man's expression of horror and confusion, and hesitating to speak, Lin Chen directly expressed his confusion.
"These are two different concepts. The density of water droplets or ice crystals in clouds is much greater than that of dry air."
"The difference between the two, one large and one small, creates a difference in strong air pressure, forming a delicate balance floating in the sky."
"When airflow or wind blows by, it can intensify the air pressure difference, thus pushing the airflow."
Looking at the still confused old man, Lin Chen simply ignored him. Isn't this playing the piano to a cow?
Can you still hope that the other person will understand?
To impose some unfamiliar logic on his original knowledge system is tantamount to making something out of nothing.
"Tch! So simple? I thought there was some secret, that's it? That's it?"
The old man walked back with a disappointed look on his face. If it weren't for his frown, he would have really believed the old man.
"Country hatter."
Lin Chen rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the white clouds above. A bowl of medicine entered his body, and he could clearly feel the pain dissipating.
His limbs can also feel much better. He respects the old man with a sharp mouth and a heartless heart from the bottom of his heart.
Although he occasionally took some advantage verbally, he was not right about the situation or the person.
Clouds can even take advantage of differences in air pressure and airflow to move with the wind.
Why can't he?
The clouds weigh hundreds of thousands of tons, but I only weigh a few kilograms?
But where does this air pressure come from? Or where does this force come from? To be as light as a feather.
Not to mention that Heaven and Earth cannot cultivate Yuan Qi, even Yuan Qi monks must reach the transcendent realm in order to be able to control the wind.
Shaking his head, he shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, cleared his mind, and recovered quietly.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and Lin Chen, who was feeling warm all over, stood up again full of life.
He picked up the long sword from the ground, drew it out, and could vaguely hear the wind of the sword.
The speed was a little faster than before, the strength also increased a little, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"What? The clouds are drifting, and you are drifting with them?"
The sleeping old man opened his slightly narrowed eyes and looked Lin Chen up and down. He could clearly feel that his physical strength had indeed increased a bit.
More than once, Wei Linchen was shocked that his unconstrained ideas had such obvious effects.
I would like to ask, who in the entire continent would have the luxury to use his momentum to suppress the cultivation of younger generations?
Isn't he afraid that a little carelessness will cast an indelible shadow on future generations, or that he is afraid of destroying the foundation of cultivation?
Maybe there is only the idle Jiang Taibai, and there is only the unique, free and easy Lin Chen.
"Haha, old man, I can't thank you enough for your kindness."
Lin Chen took back his sword, clasped his fists at the old man, and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.
At this time, you have to follow this old man and rely on him to squeeze the potential of your body.
"It's not just me who's drifting away, it's the clouds that are drifting away. I still know myself about my strength."
Before he could finish speaking, a huge coercion directly enveloped the entire world, and Lin Chen looked embarrassed.
"I hope your sister is ready!"
Facing the monstrous murderous intent, Lin Chen's hair stood up all over his body, and the old man in front of him seemed to have transformed into a peerless ferocious beast.
"On the battlefield, will the enemy give you time to prepare?"
"Start your show."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into a false sleep, as if this overwhelming murderous aura did not come from him.
"OK!"
He raised the long sword tremblingly and took Qinglian steps with difficulty, twisting his body like an earthworm.
Long You's move came out of the sea, but it was weak and weak. His center of gravity was unstable and he almost fell to the ground.
This scene almost caused the old man, who squinted his eyes, to suffer internal injuries.
Although the murderous intent was locked on him, as if he was trapped in a quagmire, he knew that the old man was angry in order to retaliate for mocking him for his lack of knowledge.
But he didn't think much about it. He practiced the Qinglian Sword Song with great difficulty, and gained a new understanding of it.
There is no need to care about the power of each move, but you should pay attention to its spirit.
The clouds weigh hundreds of thousands of kilograms and are like cotton petals, hanging high in the sky.
Is this monstrous murderous aura another kind of force?
Why not use this power and follow the sword with your heart?
In the Wuji swordsmanship, the moves have no permanent shape. The swordsmanship follows the heart, so why doesn't the heart follow the movement of the sword?
Thinking of this, I gave up the Qinglian sword move.
The hands holding the sword tightly tried to relax, and they swung it wildly with the weight of the sword.
Then a strange scene appeared. The young man seemed to be drunk, and the sword in his hand was limp and danced wantonly.
But invisibly, there was a tendency to stir up the murderous aura around him. The old man who was pretending to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes, with surprise on his face.
If you can't beat it, join.
Treat yourself completely as a part of it, act as you please, your heart moves with the sword, and the sword follows the trend.
The clumsy body gradually became flexible.
The difficult steps gradually became lighter.
"Have you gained any new insights?"
The mind follows its will, and the sword follows the trend.
The heart follows the opponent's will, and the sword follows the opponent's sword? Are you trying to break my killing power?
The old man's eyes flickered, wanting to look at the young man who was drunk and slashing with his sword, without any plan.
