The night passed quickly, and the sun rose again over the eastern sky, rendering a field of gold and red.

Lin Haoran slowly opened his eyes, perhaps because of a rare good dream, his eyes were still a little misty, like the mist in the forest in the morning, which looked exceptionally clear and bright.

At this moment, Lin Haoran is like an unworldly teenager, you can see the depths of his eyes at a glance, he stood up, slowly stretched his waist, and felt an unprecedented relief.

Since he began to practice martial arts, he has never had such a time, physical problems, and subsequent hardships on the road of martial arts, he can't help but let go of his heart.

But carrying the pressure for a long time may stimulate the potential of the martial artist, but it will also make the body of the martial artist and the jīng god close to the realm of collapse, although because of the Qing Ming, Lin Haoran did not fall into collapse, but was promoted to the realm of the realm of enlightenment, but this does not mean that he has been out of this danger.

On the contrary, it is precisely because he has not completely collapsed until now, so the amount of pressure accumulated is unimaginable to others, if one day, Lin Haoran really collapses, I am afraid it will be more intense than ordinary people's demonization.

Lin Haoran moved his body back and forth, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, this feeling was as if his body had undergone baptism, and all the impurities in his body had been cleaned, and he only had an unprecedented sense of ease.

He stopped the movement of his hand, looked at his palm with a pair of eyes, and saw that the skin shimmered with a soft luster, this luster is not like mutton fat and jade, he is the luster of the flesh itself, which looks inconspicuous, but when you really start to look at the flesh, you will begin to sigh at the cleanliness and softness of the flesh.

It's like he hasn't been tempered by the day after tomorrow, Lin Haoran's current body is like a congenital cast, and it is precisely because he noticed this that he was so surprised.

His body knows that although he has been baptized several times, because he has suffered more wounds, there are many dark wounds in his body.

But when he woke up, he was surprised to find that the dark wounds in his body had disappeared without a trace, and although his body was not visible, there was a force circulating in it.

For example, if someone hit Lin Haoran before, he felt a force of counterattack because of Lin Haoran's own strength, then now when this force hits his body, his body will automatically split this force and reduce a heavy damage, which is absolutely precious for a martial artist.

When it comes to Lin Haoran's current realm, the comparison between martial artists is that when competing, who has fewer mistakes and who has a stronger ability to survive, and obviously Lin Haoran's physical body now has greatly increased his survivability.

The most important thing is not this, the importance of the physical body, even if it is not, everyone understands it.

When many martial artists are promoted to the Breaking Void Realm, the Dao Realm, and the Supreme Realm, the reason why they do not succeed is not because their own realm is not enough, and their own strength is insufficient, but because in the previous time, the body was traumatized too much, so that when they reached the later stage, the strength of their bodies was no longer enough to support their promotion to the later realm.

This is also the reason why it is rare for casual cultivation to reach the advanced realm, after all, even if they get the opportunity, but it is also after thousands of experiences, of course, it is not without that kind of lucky person, jumping off a cliff, getting the inheritance of a master, being chased by demon beasts, and getting a genius treasure, but I also want to know how difficult it is.

The simplest example, if Lin Haoran only had one percent hope of being promoted to the Supreme Realm at the beginning, then now he has five percent hope.

Don't look at these five percent, promotion to the Supreme Realm is not an inevitable thing, even if it is a generation of Tianjiao, even if it is talented, but there is no guarantee, you will definitely be able to promote to the Supreme Realm, and to promote to the Supreme Realm, in addition to your own realm strength cultivation, you also need a certain amount of luck.

Don't look at Ma Yutao's current importance of Lin Haoran, but he doesn't dare to guarantee that Lin Haoran will definitely be able to advance to the Supreme Realm, but he just thinks that Lin Haoran's chances are relatively high.

After all, martial artists rely on talent when they first cultivate, but the more they go to the back, the more they emphasize the martial artist's state of mind and enlightenment, and Lin Haoran is obviously the leader in this regard, even if he is the same as Huangfu Yucheng, there is no way to compare with him in this regard, this is the reason why Ma Yutao really values Lin Haoran.

"Master, are you awake?!"

As soon as Mingyun lifted the curtain of this tent, he saw Lin Haoran standing in front of the couch, staring at his palm, and a surprise flashed on his face.

Even if Ma Yutao had nothing to do with Lin Haoran before, as long as Lin Haoran didn't open his eyes, Mingyun had no way to put his mind at ease.

Lin Haoran was still pondering the changes in his body, but when he saw Mingyun at this moment, a smile flashed on his face, Mingyun was his first disciple, if nothing else, he would be his last disciple, seeing his disciple, so concerned about himself, Lin Haoran's heart was naturally happy.

"It's okay to be a teacher, Mingyun, you can rest assured!"

Lin Haoran had a slight smile on his face, and softly comforted Mingyun.

Suddenly, Lin Haoran frowned, and after he glanced around, he couldn't help but ask softly, "Mingyun, where is your Uncle Cang'er?"

But it turned out that Lin Haoran had no trace of Cang'er, if other people could go out, but Cang'er would never go out alone and put his injured self here.

"Master, don't worry, Uncle Cang'er is fine, he just went back to cultivate!"

There was a hint of a smile on Mingyun's face, comforting Lin Haoran.

But Lin Haoran's eyes were cold, staring straight at Mingyun, and he didn't speak.

Although everything Mingyun behaved normally just now, the corners of his stiff mouth and the flashing eyes all told Lin Haoran that he was lying.

He stared straight at Mingyun and didn't speak, but the huge pressure had already invaded towards Mingyun, even if Mingyun was his disciple, he didn't keep his hand.

(End of chapter)