In terms of physique alone, Lin Ze should be relatively weak among the monks of the same realm.

After all, this body was once decayed to the extreme, and after breaking through the realm, the longevity increased, and it made up for a slight deficit, but it was not as good as the group of monks who had built a foundation in their prime.

It's just that so far no one has been able to really hurt him, and this disadvantage has not been exposed.

It wasn't until he experienced the sword tribulation that he realized how fragile this body was.

【End of Simulation】

Skimming hints on the panel.

Lin Ze opened his eyes, the fear in his eyes had not completely faded, and his palms trembled and stretched out to the teacup on the table, but he was never able to hold it up.

Taking a few deep breaths, he looked at the strange pill beside him, and subconsciously put it away...... No, it's the urge to just throw it away.

Thirty-six!

This thing is equivalent to the medicinal power of so many Dragon Bone Pills combined.

The Daoist had to go through four tribulations in a row in just three days, and he barely digested it with the help of the external force of the sword qi.

It even made him mistakenly find out the fastest way to cultivate the Nine Tribulations Sword Body.

Even if most of the previous three years were spent refining herbs and searching for medicinal materials, the time spent on cultivation would not be less than two months, and now it has been shortened by dozens of times.

First take the pill to strengthen the body, and then use the sword qi to stimulate the acupoints, which is called hard resistance.

Using sword qi to assist the body in digesting medicinal power is more like forging, and when this body resembles a sword embryo, it is tempered one by one.

The effect is several times that of the former, of course, the price is also heavy, the Taoist is close to a mental breakdown in the end, and his face looks stupid, and it took half a month to recover.

For this way of cultivation, Lin Ze refused.

The reason why he was still hesitant was because the two simulations ended up surviving four sword tribulations, but the endings were completely different.

In the first time, the Taoist easily resisted the four tribulations, and his physique was greatly enhanced, and there seemed to be no problem.

But the second time......

Lin Ze looked down at his body, if he remembered correctly, that frost sword qi was finally completely integrated with the Daoist.

The sharpness of his gestures is revealed, and it seems that a pair of fleshy palms alone can be comparable to sword qi.

In comparison, this time it is more like the posture that the spiritual product exercise should have.

“......”

No matter how difficult the process was, Lin Ze at least knew that the result was good.

According to common sense, if you have already experienced it once, you will naturally no longer be so afraid in your heart.

But the opposite is true.

The terrible pain still lingered in his mind, and he was even under more pressure than the Taoist in the simulator.

......

......

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

For the rest of Qingshan, it seemed that it was no different than usual, except that Master could not go into retreat.

At noon, a deacon of the south temple walked up the mountain road.

After listening to the other party's intention, Wang Yao looked back with a little hesitation.

Although he is not Qingshan's senior brother, he is relatively calm, and things like this are generally dealt with by him, and Su Bailu and others rarely ask.

Seeing that Wang Yao couldn't make up his mind at this moment, everyone gathered around.

"Elder Lin is in retreat. The deacon of the South Temple frowned.

"Did you say how long it would take?"

Su Bailu shook his head and smiled slightly apologetically, "Master didn't say it. ”

Hearing this, the deacon's face was slightly gloomy, and he sneered: "It's funny, Kong has been in charge of the South Hall for many years, and it is the first time that he has seen a mountain gate escape from the demon disaster in this way. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, even Wang Yao, who had the best temper, clenched his fists slightly.

Yang Mu almost lifted the coffin board of the other party's ancestor.

For Monk Aoyama, this is no different from pointing at someone else's nose and scolding a cartilage minion.

Su Bailu glanced at the moon pattern on the other party's robe, bit his lip, and stretched out his hand to stop the two junior disciples: "Please rest assured, Deacon, Qingshan has never meant this, you are a Jindan True Immortal, you should know that monk retreat is a common thing." ”

Deacon Kong Fang glanced at her: "Each mountain gate must produce at least three monks, I don't care if Elder Lin is intentional or not, in short, there must be no less." ”

As he spoke, he had three more iron medals in his hand.

"I'm coming!" the corners of Yang Mu's eyes twitched, and he reached out angrily to grab it.

Kong Fang's palm was slightly raised, allowing him to catch the air, and then he said lightly: "Guo Nanfeng and I are old acquaintances, how can I not recognize you kid, what kind of disciple are you Qingshan?"

Yang Mu's eyes were shocked.

Although he has a grudge against his uncle, he also has to admit that the other party has a high status among the monks, and as long as the people in the sect know each other, which one is not a senior Guo.

The deacon in front of him was the first one who could call him by his name.

Wang Yao stretched out his hand: "The disciple is willing to go." ”

"Wushen first?" Kong Fang glanced at him with interest, looked around again, and said with emotion:

"The huge green mountain, it is actually the turn of a disciple who has been in the sect for less than ten years to talk about things, which is interesting. ”

"Since your master doesn't dare to show his head and let a few of you go to the danger, what's the point of staying at this mountain gate, why don't you go back to the south hall with me?"

Su Bailu's palm suddenly reached for the hilt of the sword.

But the first to respond to Kong Fang was a piercing ape cry.

Wang Yao's pale qi wandered uncertainly, his palms rose slightly, and he was already in a posture of collapsing his palms inch by inch, staring at the Moon Pattern Deacon with a serious expression: "If the seniors dare to insult my master, even if the disciples know that they are invincible, they can only splash the green mountains with blood." ”

His voice was calm, not threatening, more like he was stating a fact.

After confirming that the other party really wanted to make a move, Kong Fang's face was gloomy: "I don't know how to lift, even if your master stands in front of me, I don't dare to raise my hand like you." ”

In the early days of foundation building, he stretched out his claws to Jindan True Immortal, which was unheard of.

Don't say that he was just ridiculing, even if he really pointed at Lin Ze's nose and scolded him, he could only suffer it honestly.

There are no elders in the south hall, and the Moon Deacon is the supreme ruler, and his status is no less than that of most of the elders of the mountain gate.

He didn't notice that there was a white fox next to the spiritual spring in the distance and slowly raised its head.

Licking his paws silently, he seemed to be hesitating to shoot it, and muttered in his heart:

"This seat can only lie here obediently, just a golden pill in the early stage, where did the courage come from. ”

At this moment, a slight footstep finally sounded in the silent wooden house.

The green-robed Taoist pushed open the door and walked out.

His face was pale, and his eyes were tired.

He slowly walked towards Kong Fang.

"Master!" Xiao Bao shouted in surprise.

Lin Ze waved his hand, and his voice was hoarse: "Take it." ”

Kong Fang looked at the Taoist in front of him, who seemed to have just been seriously ill, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, could it be that the retreat that the other party said was not an excuse, but really needed to recuperate?

Seeing him standing still, Lin Ze frowned slightly and stretched out his palm.

I saw that the wrist under the wide-sleeved robe was like white jade, flawless.

The slender five fingers landed on the iron plate.

Tumble.

Without warning, the iron plate broke in two, and the fracture was smooth and delicate, as if it had been cut by some sharp blade.

Kong Fang lowered his head slightly, looked at the half of the brand in his hand in a daze, and his teeth suddenly clenched.