"Bone refining post-rank?" the old man's expression was full of questions, "Is this the cultivation system of your plane?" ”

The old man began to say something that Lin Xin didn't know what it was, and now it was Lin Xin's turn to look at the old man with a questioning face, he looked at the old man like a monster, as if he didn't know what to say.

"How can I explain it to you?" Seeing Lin Xin's confused face, the old man began to think, "How do you say this, do you know if you have reached the innate and the acquired limit?"

At this time, Lin Xin finally eased up a little, and the surprise that was originally written on his face disappeared.

In the Huangfeng Continent, the so-called acquired nature refers to those ordinary martial artists who are still at the blood condensation level and the bone refining level, and the martial artists absorb the aura of heaven and earth and transform it into true qi. The use of True Qi is actually only a very inefficient way, and it is impossible to truly use Reiki.

And this is actually just because these martial artists, regardless of the spirit and flesh, are not strong enough to fully control the aura.

And when the monk breaks through the bone refining realm, he will truly step into the innate and build the foundation.

And this is also the beginning of the practice.

If you don't build a foundation, it's all just a joke.

Because the foundation building monk is fundamentally different from ordinary martial artists, no matter how powerful ordinary martial artists are, they only have a lifespan of about 100 years at most.

Once you become a foundation building monk, you will have a lifespan of two hundred years unless you fall halfway. And this is also the beginning of the immortal path, if you reach a more advanced realm, the life span will become longer and longer.

However, after the foundation was built, Lin Xin was not clear.

After all, after that, it was all the secrets of the cultivation realm, and he was just a teenager, and he was participating in the sect competition, so he had no chance to know these secrets.

In other words, we are about to reach the acquired limit. Lin Xin raised his head and said with some pride.

But the old man just rolled his eyes, and said with some disdain: "The acquired limit of your soul is still weak like this, it seems that you have broken through too quickly along the way, and you have not precipitated at all." ”

Hearing the old man's disdain, Lin Xin subconsciously wanted to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The old man was right, his journey was smooth sailing, and he had never really precipitated.

If you think about it carefully, you can know that the real Tianjiao is even difficult to meet opponents in the same rank, and even with his current cultivation, he doesn't dare to say that he has won Hui Meng and Xia Haoran.

Yourself, what face do you have to say that you are a genius?

Seeing that Lin Xin seemed a little lost, the old man changed his previous attitude and comforted Lin Xin: "It's harmless, you just haven't remembered it yet." ”

Although he could feel that the old man was comforting himself, Lin Xin still couldn't understand the meaning of what the old man said.

"You've been saying I didn't remember, I should remember, but what exactly should I remember?"

In the face of Lin Xin's question, the old man was still the same as before, just smiling.

"You, keep looking. ”

was sloppy by the old man, but Lin Xin still obediently looked at the bottom of the mountain.

I don't know when, the poor boy has woken up, it is dog days, and the weather is hot. Unable to stand the scorching heat, the poor boy took off his sweat-soaked coat, took out a long scarf from his arms, and hung it around his neck.

The towel was originally pure white, but it was stained with yellow marks by sweat, and several nobles who had also been in chains on the side showed delayed eyes and walked quickly past him.

But the poor boy didn't care at all, but walked leisurely and slowly towards the mountain.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Xin finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior, are we going to keep watching like this?"

They had been floating in the air for more than ten hours, and although their bodies were not tired, Lin Xin's mental pressure had obviously reached the limit.

And on that mountain, there are obviously follow-up levels. When the poor boy had walked an unknown number, he began to climb an entire cliff.

There were not even chains on the cliffs, only two stone pickaxes for digging the earth.

The poor sour boy obviously had great perseverance, kept climbing upward, and almost lost his strength countless times, and was about to fall, but the poor sour boy reacted in time and saved his life.

Lin Xin and the old man watched for ten hours, and the poor boy also climbed for ten hours.

It's no wonder that Lin Xin can't accept it, after all, he is only a 12-year-old boy, and it is indeed unrealistic to ask him to remain motionless for ten hours.

"Well, I'll speed it up. The old man said with a smile.

Before Lin Xin could react, the light and shadow in front of him changed rapidly.

The boy climbed up step by step, and through many difficulties, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

At the top, there is a sect hall, and the poor boy has gone through such a difficult time, it turned out to be to worship the immortal gate.

The old man's hand turned again in the air, and the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the sun rose and set, becoming more rapid.

And everything that the poor boy experienced also became extremely fast, and Lin Xin could only use all his strength to keep an eye on it.

From entering the sect, the poor boy worked hard all the way.

Apprenticeship, stealing learning, refining pills, step by step. The poor boy has no extraordinary talent, but works hard slowly. If you don't have connections, you tend to be inflammatory, just to climb up step by step.

Like his first entry, he clung to the chains, but he didn't want to let go.

Lin Xin's heart began to feel it.

From the beginning of the duel with Qianmo that day, Lin Xin began to doubt himself, he didn't know what he was fighting for, and even in Lin Xin's heart, fighting might not be meaningless.

He ...... Why are you so desperate?" Lin Xin asked suddenly, perhaps talking to himself.

The old man glanced at Lin Xin and sighed.

"Because he didn't have a choice. The old man said, but there was sadness in his tone, "Not only him, but all people who are born in the ordinary world, if they want to go up, they can only do so." ”

Lin Xin did not say anything, neither agreeing nor opposing.

The story continues, and as time goes by, the poor boy gradually grows up.

From youth to middle age, as the years went by, he also became stronger step by step, became a law enforcement elder, and learned to fly with a sword.

Until one day, disaster came to the sky.

A demon cultivator passed by here, and on a whim, he wanted to slaughter the entire sect.

Demon cultivation comes from the delusion temple, in this world, the fierce name of the delusion temple can be said to be known to everyone, no one knows, countless demon cultivators in the delusion temple, are famous for slaughter.

On this day, the entire sect, thousands of monks, all died in the heart of this demon, and the former poor boy was naturally no exception.

He fought back, his cultivation was originally not bad, but in front of that demon cultivator, he was as weak as a child, and he was not an opponent at all.

In the end, he chose to fight for his life.

Completely burning his life, his body shrank and shrank, and all the green hairs on his head turned into white hair, and he screamed, stabbing everything he had into the body of that demon cultivator.

"How could it be ......" Witnessing everything, Lin Xin covered his mouth in disbelief.

In the picture, the poor sour boy's fight killed the demon cultivator, but he was also dying, lying on the ground.

"That's right. The old man beside Lin Xin suddenly spoke, his tone calm.

"This boy is me...... But it's you, too. ”