Chapter 503 Improve Strength

"The most urgent task is not to deduce the immortality technique of the sixth-level true immortal realm. I am shortly after I break through the fifth level and it will take a long time to accumulate magic power and cultivation. I can't come.

It is not worth increasing your cultivation with martial arts value, and there is not much cost-effectiveness. It is only cost-effective to use merit to help, burn your faith, and reach the sixth level critical point by yourself, and it is only a waste of time at most."

As usual, Yang Lin chatted with Yin Wenjiao for a while, allowing the Shenyuan clone to monitor the territory of Jiangzhou and protect the people.

He did not pay much attention to the marching Sima sent by the court and the fat eunuch.

You have to monitor.

I'll let you monitor it.

You must infiltrate the newly recruited county soldiers.

Anyway, the incense network is spread all over the state, even if you give you ten thousand soldiers, one hundred thousand soldiers is useless.

All soldiers and commanders believed in God and contributed incense.

Who leads the troops, and what's the difference?

He sat in the garden, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, and the sun shining on his body, warm.

A cup of fragrant tea was steaming hot, and he didn't pick it up and drink it.

Instead, he thought about the future.

"Since you are not in a hurry to deduce the sixth-level fundamental martial arts, then you cannot keep the 20390,000 martial arts value, and you cannot give birth to a baby. You have to quickly transform it into strength."

"Although the upper limit of Fuhu Fist is not that high, it is the strongest boxing technique I have obtained at this stage. You can directly spend the martial arts fortune value to level six of the True Immortal, understand the truth, just to improve the skills of fist and foot from level four."

Do it when you think about it.

Yang Lin's thoughts moved and his silent thoughts improved.

The martial arts fortune value was consumed rapidly, and this strange boxing technique originated from the inheritance of the Fuhu Arhat suddenly poured in endless insights. All the tricks that Faming Monk had not yet understood in the past were reflected in his heart one by one.

At the same time, the Chinese martial arts, the Zhenyuan martial arts they have learned, and the various boxing and kicking methods have been transformed into a profound foundation, and gradually turned into this boxing technique.

It is not limited to boxing, the body is boxing, the heart is boxing, and everything is boxing.

With a thought, a punch was blown out, and the world was shaken.

The effects of winding, tearing, and penetration are revealed one by one.

In front of him, a huge and strong monk appeared. At the end of the sky, he tore off the tiger's wings, twisted the tiger's scalp, and punched it down, hitting the tiger into the abyss.

The monk was so powerful.

Burn 100,000 and push the Tiger Fist technique into the mid-stage of the fifth level.

Burn another 200,000 yuan and push the Tiger Fist technique into the late stage of the fifth level.

Burn 400,000 yuan, directly break through the fifth-level boxing technique, and understand the true meaning of the sixth-level fairy-level boxing technique.

When he punched, Yang Lin vaguely understood the essence of the word "power". He punched it with one punch. As the consumption of true energy increases, with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, it increases by ten times and a hundred times.

In the governor's mansion, he saw a deep and mysterious black hole in front of his fist. The power seemed to tear apart the space. When he saw the real world behind, a white light flashed, all the fist power melted, and with a pop, the space twisted and smoothed, as if there was no movement just now.

"this……"

I see.

This is the fundamental reason why it can only withstand power below the sixth level.

It is not that the world space is so strong that it limits human power or immortal magic power.

Instead, once I exceed this power level, the space will suddenly break and unload the power, and absorb all the power by the hidden world and unknown magic weapons.

I punched through the space, and the power melted without any consequences. The greater the force, the more useless I did.

After those immortals and Buddhas came to the world, as long as they could not break through the hidden restrictions, no matter how powerful they had, they would be in vain.

"It's better to lose it than to block it, that's the reason."

Seeing through the truth about the suppression of the Central Plains world, Yang Lin exclaimed and guessed that in the deeper part of this world, there should be one or more extremely powerful magic weapons, and even a powerful host.

It is to prevent too powerful forces from erupting in the Central Plains of this world and damage the Central Plains itself.

"Whose work is this?"

Yang Lin had some thoughts.

But I didn't think about it carefully.

The information I got now is not enough, so don't worry too much.

Anyway, as long as you know, the gods and immortals in the sky will be controlled to destroy their destructive power.

All attacks and defenses, mana and spirit, once they exceed the sixth level, will be leaked.

This way.

I'm still afraid of being a little scared.

At the same level of strength, whoever wins and loses is nothing more than just a trick.

As long as my cat is in the Central Plains, wouldn’t I be at ease? I don’t have to worry about having the power to deal with me than I do.

The clone is good.

Yang Lin took a deep breath.

He remembered his paper man clone technique again.

If you have something to do, you will not be afraid of danger and work hard.

You can also practice independently and pass on your insights back to the deity. This paper man's clone magical power looks very low-level, but in fact it is very useful.

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Jinshan Temple.

Bamboo forest outside the temple.

Monk Faming suddenly changed his expression. He looked at his fist and grinned. The white beard shook slightly twice, and greeted a little boy chasing a wild wolf in the distance and waving his fists.

"Jiang Liuer, come here, don't mess with Dahei anymore. It's almost wiped out by you. Why not kill him with one punch?"

"Sweeping the floor may cause harm to the lives of ants. I cherish moths and gauzes to cover the lamps. Master and disciple never kill."

Little Tang Monk chants the Buddha's name seriously.

Unfortunately, the little scholar in gray clothes, with no hair shaved, smooth hair, blushing and white teeth, had a wrong style.

Why not shave your head? Because the little guy has not yet become a monk and is in a state of despair, Yang Lin does not need to change this process, just wait for him to baptize and shave after he becomes an adult.

"Don't kill?"

Yang Lin glanced at him.

You won't kill, I'm killing them all.

These days, you eat more wolf meat, dog meat, chicken, mutton, and even tiger meat than me.

Do I not know how to be a teacher? I have taught Tang Seng, who is simple by nature and strictly obeying precepts, to become a complete hypocrite. It is really a sin?

"You didn't let you kill, Jiang Liu. Master, you have mastered your boxing skills. Just in time, you started the second stage of practice. The next task is to increase the amount by ten times and a hundred times. You can try to hit it with one punch and collapse the mountain."

"Master, I'm still young."

The little Tang monk opened his mouth wide and looked at the towering mountain opposite, feeling speechless.

"What are you afraid of when you are young? Nothing is difficult in the world, but you are afraid of those who are determined. You are almost four years old. I heard that the Buddha was just born and took seven steps to each direction, pointing to the sky and the earth, and said, "I am the only one in the sky and the earth. Listen, people's courage and heroism, if you don't say you can compare with the Buddha, you can't be so unwilling to be so ambitious."

Yang Lin said with regret.

"Come on."

"Practice with me."

Little Tang Monk's head tilted slightly. After thinking about it, he was indeed too weak. He didn't even dare to think about many things. This was not good.

"Yes, then I'll learn."

Yang Lin's old man comforted her and smiled and said, "That's right. The higher your heart, the heavier your fists are. You can do it, Master believes it."

So, the little Tang Monk began a new round of hard training.

His body was very strange, as if there was no upper limit, and it only took half a month to see his fist strength increase day by day, from knocking down small trees, to knocking down large trees, and then to breaking the mountain rocks as high as a house.

This growth rate has not even been reduced at all.

Yang Lin was amazed at it.

This kind of Tang Monk, when he grows completely, his fist will probably be a bit heavy.
Chapter completed!