"The top priority is not to deduce the immortality formula for the sixth-level true immortal realm. Soon after I break through to the late fifth-level, it will take a long time to accumulate mana and cultivation. These cannot be rushed.
It's not worth using martial luck to increase your cultivation, and it's not very cost-effective. It is only worthwhile to use merit to help, burn faith, and cultivate to the critical point of the sixth level on your own. It will only waste a little time at most. "
As usual, Yang Lin himself chatted with Yin Wenjiao for a while, letting the divine avatar monitor Jiangzhou's territory and protect the people.
He didn't pay much attention to the marching Sima sent by the imperial court, the fat and white eunuch.
You have to monitor.
I'll just let you monitor it.
Newly recruited county soldiers, it's up to you to infiltrate them.
Anyway, the incense network is spread all over the state. Even if you are given 10,000 soldiers or 100,000 soldiers, it will be of no use.
All soldiers and commanders believed in God and contributed incense.
Who leads the troops, what difference does it make?
He sat in the garden, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, and the sun was shining warmly on his body.
A cup of fragrant tea was steaming, but he didn't pick it up to drink.
Instead, he thought carefully about the way forward.
"Since there is no rush to deduce the sixth-level basic skills, then these 20.39 million martial arts points cannot be left alone, and they cannot have cubs. They must be transformed into strength as soon as possible."
"Although the upper limit of Fuhu Fist is not that high, it is the strongest boxing technique I have obtained at this stage. I can directly spend the martial arts value to upgrade to the sixth level of True Immortal or above. I understand the truth of it and just use my fists and kicks. , promoted from the fourth level.”
Just do what comes to mind.
Yang Lin thought about it and silently thought about promotion.
The martial arts value was consumed rapidly. This strange boxing technique originated from the inheritance of Fuhu Arhat suddenly flooded with endless insights. The past methods and all the tricks that had not yet been understood were all reflected in his heart one by one.
At the same time, the Chinese martial arts, Zhenyuan Martial Arts, and various fist and kick techniques that I have learned have turned into a rich foundation, and they have gradually been transformed into this boxing technique.
It is not limited to boxing, the body is boxing, the mind is boxing, everything is boxing.
With a thought and a punch, the world shakes.
The effects of entangling, tearing, and penetrating were revealed one by one.
In front of his eyes, another huge and muscular monk appeared. At the end of the sky, he tore off the tiger's wings, twisted the tiger's scalp, and punched the tiger down into the abyss.
That monk was so powerful.
Burning 100,000, pushed Fuhu Boxing into the middle of the fifth level.
Burn another 200,000 and push Fuhu Boxing into the late fifth level.
After burning 400,000 yuan, he directly broke through the fifth-level boxing method and understood the true meaning of the sixth-level immortal level boxing method.
When punching, Yang Lin vaguely understood the essence of the word "power". With one punch, as the consumption of true energy increased, it was blessed by the power of heaven and earth, increasing tenfold and hundreds of times.
In the governor's house, he saw an unpredictable and deep black hole being punched out in front of his fist. The power seemed to tear apart the space, and he saw the real world behind. There was a flash of white light, and all the power of the fist melted away. With a bang, The space was distorted and smoothed, as if there had been no movement just now.
"this……"
I see.
The Central Plains area of this world can only withstand power below the sixth level, and this is the fundamental reason.
It's not that the world space is so solid that it limits human power or immortal mana.
Rather, once I exceed this level of power, the space will suddenly shatter and release its force, and all the power will be absorbed by the unknown magic weapon in the hidden world.
I punched through the space, and the power melted away without causing any consequences. The harder I punched, the more useless it was.
After those immortals and Buddhas come to the world, as long as they cannot break through the restrictions of the hidden layer, no matter how powerful the magic power is, it will be in vain.
"It's better to clear things up than to block them, that's the truth."
Seeing through the truth about the repressive power of the Central Plains world, Yang Lin exclaimed and guessed that in the deeper areas of this world, there should be one or more extremely powerful magic weapons, and even a powerful host.
It is to prevent too powerful a force from erupting in the Central Plains of this world and damaging the Central Plains itself.
"Whose handiwork is this?"
Yang Lin had some vague ideas.
But he didn't think about it carefully.
We don't have enough information now, so we don't need to care too much.
Anyway, as long as you know that the destructive power of the gods in the sky will be controlled when they come down to earth.
All attack and defense, mana and spirit will be drained once it reaches level six.
Thus.
I'm still scared.
At the same level of strength, who wins and who loses is nothing more than a combination of tricks.
As long as the cat is in the Central Plains, I will have peace of mind. I don't have to worry about having more power than I can handle to deal with me.
The clone is good.
Yang Lin took a deep breath.
He thought of his paper man clone technique again.
If you have anything to do, do it for yourself, don't be afraid of danger, and work hard without complaining.
You can also practice independently and transmit your insights back to your true self. This paper-man clone magical power may seem very low-level, but in fact it is frighteningly useful.
…
Jinshan Temple.
Bamboo forest outside the temple.
Monk Faming's expression suddenly changed. He looked at his fist, grinned, and his white beard trembled slightly, calling to a little boy in the distance who was chasing a wild wolf and waving his fist.
"Jiang Liu'er, come here, stop playing around with Dahei. You've almost shaved off all his hair. Why don't you punch him to death?"
"Sweeping the floor may harm the lives of ants, but cherish moths and cover lamps with gauze. Master, my disciple never kills."
The little Tang Monk recited the Buddha's name seriously.
It's a pity that a little scholar in gray clothes has not shaved his head, his hair is smooth, his face is red and his teeth are white, his style of painting is really wrong.
Why not shave his head? Because the little guy hasn't become a monk yet, and he hasn't lost all hope yet. Yang Lin doesn't need to change this process. He just waits for him to be baptized and shaved when he becomes an adult.
"Ahimsa?"
Yang Lin glanced at him.
You don't want to kill any more, I killed them all.
These days, you eat more wolf meat, dog meat, chicken, mutton, and even tiger meat than I do.
I don’t know how to be a teacher, so I taught Tang Seng, who was simple by nature and strict in discipline, to become a complete hypocrite. What a sin.
"I didn't ask you to kill, Jiang Liu. Master sees that you have become proficient in the boxing technique. It just so happens that the second stage of training begins. The next task is to increase the power tenfold or a hundredfold. Try to hit it with one punch. The mountain collapsed."
"Master, I am still young."
The little Tang Monk opened his mouth wide and looked at the towering mountain opposite, somewhat speechless.
"What are you afraid of when you are young? Nothing is difficult in the world, but you are afraid of people who are willing. You are almost four years old. I heard that the Buddha was just born. He walked seven steps in each direction, pointed to the sky and the earth, and said, I am the only one in heaven and earth. Listen. , His courage and heroism, if you don’t compare with Buddha, you can’t be so unambitious, okay?”
Yang Lin said with hatred that iron cannot become steel.
"Come on, come on."
"Practice with me."
Little Tang Seng tilted his head slightly and thought for a while. He was indeed too weak. He didn't even dare to think about many things. This was not good.
"Yeah, then I'll learn."
Yang Lin was greatly relieved and said with a smile: "That's right. How high your heart is, how heavy your fist is. If you can do it, Master will believe it."
So, the little Tang Seng started a new round of hard training.
His body was very weird, with no upper limit. He watched his fist power increase day by day, from knocking down a small tree, to a big tree, to breaking a rock as high as a house, in only half a month.
This growth rate has not even slowed down at all.
Yang Lin was amazed when he saw it.
This kind of Tang Seng, when he is fully grown, his fists may be a bit heavy.
If you really digested and absorbed all the details of the ancient golden cicada, you don't know if the monkey can bear it with one punch.
