In the shade of a row of ancient trees, an old man in a sixtieth armor lay lazily on that chaise longue and dozed off.

The old man held an irregular trapezoidal bamboo fan in his hand, and then the old man put the hand of the bamboo fan on his stomach, and the other hand naturally drooped.

Lin Kun walked from the outside of the row of trees to the inside, turned an angle, and then stood on the old man's right hand.

And the old man didn't seem to notice that there was a person next to him, the old man was still dozing lazily, and the right hand with the bamboo fan would shake from time to time.

Lin Kun, who was standing next to the old man, smiled, and then put his hands behind his back.

A few months ago, Lin Kun had just come down from the Kunyun Mountains and was drinking tea in a small teahouse near the gate of Zhuye City, when he happened to meet an old man who had returned to his hometown, wasn't it the old man who was now lazily lying on the recliner!

Compared to that day, the old man seemed to be dressed up very much today, and his hair was not as messy as it was then, as if it had just been washed.

If it weren't for the fact that this Lin Kun has a good memory, I'm afraid he wouldn't have recognized it just now.

Seeing that the old man still didn't respond, Lin Kun didn't bother the old man who had just returned home, he looked around and found a good place to sit down and rest.

After sitting down on a stool that resembled a tree stump, Lin Kun calmed his mind and let himself be as quiet as possible, he closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

I don't know how long it took, but when Lin Kun finished this cultivation and his eyes fell on the recliner again, he saw that the old man didn't think much of it.

After the old man got up, the bamboo fan on his stomach was also changed to his knees, and then the old man stretched out his hand again and stretched out his waist.

Lin Kun smiled but did not move in the slightest.

A flying armor flew from nearby, buzzing around the old man, only to see the bamboo fan in the old man's hand raised, and then the flying armor disappeared, and it was estimated that it had gone into the canopy of the row of ancient trees.

This old man is also a big man with the strength of the Concentration Realm, how can he always do something shocking. No, the old man who just fanned a flying armor will have another humiliating and unmasterly demeanor.

The old man's demeanor provoked a pair of strange eyes.

Lin Kun suddenly put on a smiling face, but he didn't laugh at the old man, he just felt that this old man was quite interesting, unlike some big masters who like to pretend to be a fake face.

For this kind of octopus-like character, Lin Kun doesn't like it in his heart, let alone nag a few words. If you have to say hello or something, then only a pair of white eyes will be offered.

The old man turned around, his wrinkled face was filled with a slight smile, he looked very amiable, and he couldn't find the slightest temperament of a cultivator on his body.

In Lin Kun's opinion, such a talent deserves the name of a great master, and as for the others, it is naturally a little worse. To become a great master, the main thing to look at is not the realm and strength, but the degree of control of a person's power, as well as the heart.

This old man's realm is already very good, but judging from his current age, it is estimated that it will not be easy for him to go to the next level in the future.

After all, at the age of the old man, he is still stuck in the Void Phase of the Contemplation Realm, and he has not yet figured out the number of steps and the number of ways to act.

The contemplation realm has two phases: virtual and real. After completing the reality, the cultivator will be able to use the power of reality to break through to a higher level. But it's not a negotiable path.

For thousands of years, once a cultivator has reached the realm of contemplation, he will try his best to break through this barrier and explore the more desirable realm of mimicry.

As for this mimetic realm, the division is much more complicated than the previous realms, and it is more difficult to go up to this realm.

There are six small levels in the simulated pattern realm: the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, the consummation, the spirit rune, and the tattoo.

As a Xuan Array Master outside of Xuan Li, the highest level that can be reached is this Simulacrum Realm. The Simulated Pattern Realm is divided into six sub-levels, and the Great Grandmaster of the Xuan Array is also divided into six levels: mortal, Xuan, spiritual, earth, heaven, and saint.

The old man, with his hair groomed, came over from the chaise longue and sat down on a stool. Then the old man stretched out a fist and struck it slowly on his knee.

Lin Kun just watched the old man bang on his knee, he didn't deliberately bother the old man, about ten breaths later, the old man hit his fist on his knee, and then just put it like this without raising it, "The old man saw you that day." ”

Lin Kun nodded in a friendly manner.

Then the atmosphere became awkward again, and I couldn't hear any sound for a long time, as if this space was imprisoned.

Lin Kun, who was sitting opposite the old man, didn't feel anything, so he didn't feel uncomfortable because of the atmosphere. After a few more minutes, the earth suddenly shook.

Lin Kun's eyebrows furrowed, and he sat up from the stool, his eyes on a clearing a few meters away.

Although the old man was also a cultivator, he was obviously not as good as Lin Kun in terms of reaction and speed, after all, he was already old.

When the old man got up, the earth shook even more violently, and even the old man's cultivation was a little unsteady under that shaking.

Lin Kun next to the old man is okay, when he was a child, he didn't work his balance, and he didn't have a heart for kung fu, but he was the most stable in his current state.

An old man who almost fell down at his feet was held by Lin Kun. The old man gave the young man a smile, and then saw that he had a mysterious aura on his body and walked out, covering his clothes.

After doing these kung fu, it was not over, but the old man threw out the bamboo fan in his right hand, and the bamboo fan melted with the wind, magnifying it dozens of times.

Lin Kun, who ran out of curiosity again, looked at the bamboo fan, only to see that there were countless runes on the bamboo fan.

Those runes flowed on the bamboo fan, and they were very beautiful.

Then the old man tapped his toes on the ground, and he jumped on the bamboo fan. The old man sat cross-legged on the bamboo fan, and this old man who had no mastery style finally had a little appearance.

Lin Kun's balance is better, so he doesn't need to do it like an old man, he always stands on the ground, his hands naturally droop at first, and then he directly puts his hands behind him.

The old man and the young man in this place, in comparison, Lin Kun is a little too shabby, and the old man is like the luxurious rich man.

The old man sat on top of the bamboo fan, and the whole person looked extremely mysterious against the background of the runes, similar to the immortals in the sky. But this young man named Lin Kun lost the fairy-like style of the old man, and he was so depressed that he didn't even shine.