Tempered Immortal

Childhood Eagle Palace, a magnificent building with thousands of square meters of practicing air hall alone, is the place for spiritual disciples to practice, at a time when there are dozens of people standing in the spacious lobby.

It is still early, the foundational monks responsible for the teaching of kung fu have not yet arrived, and the disciples have gathered to talk about matters of interest.

Lin Xuanmei came to a small number of corners, sat down on the disc knees, intending to practise a little while there was still time, at this time, a sound of footsteps into the ear.

“Oh, isn't this Brother Lin? ”

“Heard you closed down a while ago and still haven't broken through the second level? ”

The sound of laughter, with ridicule, Lin Xuan slightly frowned, but there was no sound on the surface. In the eyes of mortals, the bones of the fairy wind tunnel of the true man, the spell is like a fairy who does not devour the fireworks of man, in fact, it is just an expression.

The real world is more cruel, more realistic and more powerful than the world!

But it's not about money, it's about power as the foundation of power.

Whoever is high, who is good, who has more dandruff, who is the boss, is the truth.

For three years, despite Lin Xuan's more painstaking cultivation than others, there was no defect in the spiritual roots. He was left far behind by the same door, which made him suffer from cold eyes.

“Humph, just a mortal without roots, no matter how hard you try, you can't be embarrassed compared to us by staying in the doorpiece, it's better to go down the hill of wisdom. ”

“Yeah, for three years, it hasn't broken through the second level of the psychic period, it's a piece of shit. ”

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In the face of the fall of the brothers, Lin Xuan's eyelids didn't blink for a second. He was just a few boring guys. He glanced at them coldly and Lin Xuan walked to one side.

Without anger, not cowardly fear, but for a few shallow guys, it is not worth it at all. Lin Xuan will not affect his mood because of a few words.

The disciples sat on their knees and began to absorb the spiritual energy. As such, about half an hour later, a bell went into their ears. The disciples who were still talking freely stopped talking. Stand in line and Lin Xuan came behind the team.

A middle-aged man walked in, ostensibly more than forty years old, but surely more than one, as the realm rises, life expectancy increases, and aging slows down.

“Master! ”

The disciples bow and bow, according to the rules of the Valley of Floating Clouds, so honor every coach who teaches them their skills.

“My name is Zhang Yu and I will teach you the mystery of the spiritual shield. ”

The spiritual shield, as the name implies, is to lay spiritual power on the surface of the body and form an air shield, which is the most basic protective spell of the practitioner.

The disciples got excited and whispered at each other.

Apart from Lin Xuan being an ordinary person, after three years of training, most of the disciples with spiritual roots have practiced kung fu to three or four levels. After entering the middle of the spiritual period, they can already learn some simple spells.

“What's the noise? Quiet!” Zhang Yu looked heavily when he saw the mess below.

The disciples immediately shut up when they saw the chairman angry.

Next, Zhang Yu began to explain in detail how to run the spiritual power, which required attention. Lin Xuan listened very carefully. In fact, with his current fixing, it is not enough to drive the spiritual shield, but first remember how to practice, then wait for the power to arrive before slowly practicing.

“Well, you practice yourselves.” Zhang Yu left the Palace of the Childhood Eagle after repeating the speech. The next step is to see if the disciples understand.

Lin Xuan also left. He first returned to his residence, a shallow cabin, and high-ranking practitioners all had their own caves, but low-ranking disciples like him lived in a very poor environment.

There was only one table and one chair in the room, and there was a wooden bed. Lin Xuan opened the drawer of the table, removed the paper and pen from it, and recorded the cultivation method of the spiritual shield heard today.

This is also his habit for three years. Because there are no spiritual roots and the practice speed cannot keep up with the same door, after every teaching of kung fu by the chair, Lin Xuan will hear and write down. Many things cannot be practiced now, so they will not be forgotten when they are written on paper.

After the silent writing was completed, Lin Xuan carefully put away the book of full kung fu, and then came to the refining road of the back mountain, along the passage down, to the place where he had practiced the previous two days.

Lin Xuan stopped and couldn't go any further. The deeper the refining path, the more horrible the hallucinations.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and it appeared in front of us in a bleak world, a thousand miles of ice, a thousand miles of snow, the Cold Wind Anger.

Snowflake drowned his ankle not long ago. The whole human room was like frozen. Lin Xuan's heart was frozen. Could the hallucinations change randomly? Last time it was the pain of the burning fire, this time it became endless cold.

After a moment of silence, Lin Xuan faceless sat on his knees on the snow plate and began to absorb the spiritual energy around him.

Soon people were frozen, Lin Xuan's hair condensed into ice columns, but he still sat motionless in the snow for more than twenty minutes before he escaped from the illusion and took a break, moved his body for a little recovery, and immediately reinvested in training.

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With the cold wind roaring, the snowflake condensed into countless sharp ice knives and flew towards Lin Xuan, but the teenager still sat on the ground like a rock.

Two days later, Lin Xuan stood up with no expression, hesitated for a moment, and continued to walk deep into the refining path. There was not enough spiritual purity here. In order to break through the bottleneck, he needed more refined spiritual energy, and he resolutely walked towards a more terrible illusion...