Buzzing!

The old man's eyes lit up, and something seemed to burst out of his gaze.

The temple of snow, a clear sound.

He didn't have any anger, but he gave people a strong oppressive force in the spirit.

Feng Qingyu understands this power, the cultivation of ancient martial artists.

Internal strength self-cultivation, transformation of energy cultivation, and spiritual power cultivation in the divine realm, what the old man has just released is a powerful spiritual power, which is similar to the divine thoughts cultivated by the cultivator.

Because the mental power is strong enough, every gesture will be unconsciously released from the body, which is the embodiment of strength.

Feng Qingyu looked at the old man with an admiring expression, and said admiringly, "Sect Master, you have been in retreat and cultivation for three years, and you are getting closer and closer to the Divine Realm. ”

The Divine Realm is the lifelong pursuit of all ancient martial artists, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, very few, if you can break through the Divine Realm, it will inevitably cause vibrations in all directions.

"I'm only getting a glimpse of the mysteries of the divine realm, and I'm still far from the real nerves, but the peak of my transformation strength is becoming more and more complete, and there is no opponent at this level." The old man's expression moved slightly, and his eyes showed a little melancholy.

For a person like him who is at the level of a martial cultivator, his only wish is to truly step into the divine realm.

"Ordinary Transformation Realm Grandmasters can only control Qi into the wind, but they don't know that condensing Qi into silk, and controlling all things is the real mystery of Huajin, even if there are no longer a few Grandmasters who can cultivate at that time, but how many people are really worthy of being grandmasters?" The old man stroked his beard and said with a faint smile.

Feng Qingyu listened silently on the side, as if he had heard of the enlightenment of the predecessors, after all, a person like the old man who really had the spirit of a grandmaster, the three provinces of Jiangdong were afraid that they would not be able to find a second one.

"Do you know why I'm cultivating here in the Tanggu Mountain Range?" The old man asked, his eyes fixed on the snow.

"Light Feather doesn't know." Feng Qingyu shook his head and said.

"Because it's tough enough here, the environment is harsh enough, and no opponent is stronger than nature." The old man stared.

He cultivated here for three years, using the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed, drinking the water of mountains and rivers, and hunting wild beasts in the ice field for food.

It is in this kind of extremely cold and harsh place that a person's potential can be maximized, and people who can endure loneliness can continue to grow stronger in the face of adversity.

"I see." Feng Qingyu nodded, his eyes full of admiration.

"You are the youngest and most talented ancient martial artist in the Eight Extremes Sect, and it is just around the corner to catch up with me in the future, I hope I can see more possibilities in you." The old man patted the man on the shoulder and said, "If a dragon is dead, you can take me to deal with it, there is nothing more important than my cultivation at the moment, I don't want to waste time because of some stinky fish and rotten shrimp." ”

Feng Qingyu was slightly stunned, and hesitated, "This Master Lin is said to be less than thirty years old. ”

"Less than thirty?" The old man's eyes froze, revealing a hint of surprise.

In his mind, he suddenly remembered a person.

"When Ye Yuntian became famous, he was less than thirty, right?" The old man asked.

"Grandmaster Ye was only in his early twenties at the time, he was a martial arts wizard that was rare in a hundred years, and he disappeared from the martial arts world after a draw with you ten years ago." Feng Qingyu replied respectfully.

There was a hint of melancholy in the old man's eyes, and his thoughts gradually retracted.

Ye Yuntian, who was born out of thin air, can be said to have brought a great shock to the entire martial arts, and now Ye Yuntian is only forty years old.

If there was really someone who could spy on the divine realm, the old man also believed that it was definitely Ye Yuntian.

However, what surprised him even more was that Jiangdong now had another martial arts master who was less than thirty years old, and he also killed Gu Qianyue and Long Aotian one after another.

Even he has a trace of curiosity about such a person, of course, it is only a trace of curiosity, with his current strength, looking at the whole world, how many people can compete with it?

What kind of martial arts genius is nothing to him, not to mention that he has become famous all the way, and it is precisely the corpses of martial arts wizards who have swept by, and now the only thing he wants is to break through the divine realm and spy on another realm of martial arts.

"This person became famous in the Battle of Chongjiu, and was named Master Lin by the people of the world, and the contradiction between him and my Baji Sect this time is probably also accumulated in the battle with Gu Qianyue." Feng Qingyu explained.

"Master Lin......" The old man showed a little hesitation.

Even if the old man was also regarded as a martial arts genius in his early years, he only became a transformation realm grandmaster at the age of thirty, when Ye Yuntian became famous at the age of twenty, it was enough to amaze the entire martial arts world, and ten years ago, the two were even tied in the battle of the world.

This has always been a pain in the old man's heart, and he is also looking forward to fighting with Ye Yuntian again.

It's a pity that Ye Yuntian disappeared ten years ago, and there is no news in the martial arts world.

It was also difficult for him to encounter opponents again, and his cultivation had not been able to break through, and it was not until he found this place to cultivate three years ago that he had an epiphany

"Gu Qianyue's strength is close to that of the lower four sect masters, and it is said that the heavy ninety-one battle was easily crushed by Master Lin like an ant that day, and Long Aotian was also missing, it was very strange, there was no news at all, and this brand was still sent to the Baji Gate." Feng Qingyu's eyes were shocked, he was a cautious person, and he sensed that Master Lin might not be simple, so he risked disturbing Luo Wuji's cultivation.

"According to eyewitness rumors, it is very likely that this person is a condensation master who is refining both inside and outside."

"Da!"

A breaking sound sounded, and I saw that the invisible silk thread in the old man's hand was broken, but the silky white thread hanging in the distance did not disappear, like a thread falling from the top of a thousand-meter snow-capped mountain.

Feng Qingyu was taken aback, this line had not been broken from the old man's hands since it was condensed three years ago, but now it was ......

"Door Master, you ......"

The old man waved his hand and said, "It's okay. ”

Having said that, it can be judged from the scene in front of him that the old man's mind has loosened at this time, and his Dao heart is obviously unstable.

His face showed a complicated color, and it was no longer as light as before.

"The cultivation of an ancient martial artist into a grandmaster, that is the hard work of decades, and even if it is only the weakest grandmaster, it is also known as an existence like a dragon. It is indeed unheard of to be able to easily kill a grandmaster at this age, even if the grandmaster is defeated and wants to escape with a martial artist, it seems that this Master Lin is indeed not simple. ”

Even the old man had to admit that this Master Lin was indeed a strong man.

"Anyway, the old man has been practicing in Tanggu Snow Mountain for three years, and it's time to go out and exercise his muscles and bones, I hope this Master Lin won't disappoint the old man!"

The words fell, and the old man's feet slammed on.

Thousands of miles away, there was a shock.

The snow-capped mountains are rolling like a tide.

On the iceberg, it was like a thunderstorm, and the snow-capped mountain collapsed, shaking for thousands of miles.

He stretched out one hand to the sky, and saw countless thin lines of faint sound floating between his five fingers, as if they were straight into the clouds, and thousands of drizzles fell from the sky.

It seems to be a delicate and slender thread, but it is far tougher than a steel wire blade.

The old man pulled suddenly, and saw that his entire body continued to climb upwards with the power of thin threads, stepping into the sky like an immortal.

"Master of the Gate...... Your heavenly machine has become !!? Feng Qingyu's face was shocked, and her voice trembled.

In the sky, a hearty laugh came.

"Ten years ago, I fought with Ye Yuntian, and I could only condense into a silk thread, since that battle, I have exhausted my life's energy to study the mystery of condensing qi into silk, and finally learned this like a hanging machine shrouded in a net, my silk line can bind the goshawk Kunpeng in the sky, and the birds and tigers can move into the ground."

Whew!

The old man went all the way up, like stepping into the clouds.

Wherever the silk thread passed, the snow-covered boulders were all cut off, and suddenly turned into snowflake fragments, a mess.

"Congratulations to the master!"

Feng Qingyu knelt on the ground and looked at the old man who climbed the clouds with admiration.

Being able to witness such supernatural powers is also a blessing for the three lives.

Even if Luo Wuji has not really entered the divine realm now, this kind of divine power is probably no different from the divine realm.

In the sky, there was only a black dot left, but the line hanging between heaven and earth was still hanging like a rock in the air.

At this moment, a voice of divine consciousness floated in Feng Qingyu's ears.

"Go back to the Baji Gate and wait for me, this battle I Luo Wuji officially sent to Master Lin!"

"Congratulations to the door master!"

Feng Qingyu raised his head and stared at the direction in which the figure had disappeared, his heart was like a monstrous wave, and the luster in his eyes turned into a chill.

"Master Lin, provoking the Eight Extremes Gate is the biggest mistake in your life, Gu Qianyue and Long Aotian's enmity will be sacrificed with your blood!"

Feng Qingyu's eyes froze, and the ethereal wings behind him were horizontal, like a giant eagle swooping up, and his ethereal figure disappeared on the top of the bloody Tangshan Mountain.