Han Lin was alone, walking on the way to the lecture hall of the Martial Arts Academy.

Along the way, there are many people, all of whom are well-informed, and they have all heard about Han Lin's donation of twenty-two martial arts books a month ago.

At the time, this caused a slight sensation.

But they are all from the royal capital, and after understanding Han Lin's background, they also calmed down.

It's just that the premise is that the matter of Han Lin turning in again has not yet spread.

And Han Lin didn't care about other people's eyes, it didn't matter if he was famous or not, because he had already realized that strength was the biggest capital.

When he walked into the solemn and spacious lecture hall, Han Lin immediately found that there were many small rooms inside.

As long as you apply, you can schedule classes and use them for free.

Each class is usually two hours, and it is not expensive to listen to the lectures, and you can interact with the lecturer and even make friends, so there are more people coming and going than in the library.

Han Lin is a complete newcomer here, and not many people pay attention to him.

It's just that when Han Lin walked to the middle of the lecture hall, the largest room, the eyes of the other people were naturally attracted.

You know, they hadn't seen anyone walk into that room for days.

Although the lights of the lecture have been on, the status is relatively high, and I don't care about the princes of the court, or the martial arts wizards, who once worshiped the mountain gate and took turns to go once.

"Where did you come from, and you want to meet the dean?"

"I heard that the dean has never paid attention to anyone, even if the second prince Jian Zhou Yan came here, he only sat silently for an afternoon. ”

"You don't understand, the dean is such a master, he has cultivated in front of you, if you can't understand it, it's because the opportunity hasn't come yet, and your talent is not enough. ”

"That being said, who have you ever seen who has come to the truth? The Feather Transformation Realm is like a legend, if it weren't for the presence of several deans, I would have thought that the Martial Saint was the limit. ”

In the lecture hall, everyone shook their heads and sighed.

The realm of the Martial Saint is the meaning of the transcendent entry into the Martial Dao, which sounds powerful, but only after entering the realm of the Martial Saint will know the vastness of the Martial Saint realm.

A man with eighty years of skill is a martial saint.

A person with one hundred and fifty years of skill is also a martial saint.

A person with two hundred years of skill is still a martial saint.

At this level, skill is still the criterion for strength and weakness, but where is the bottleneck?

The realm of the Martial Saint can be said to trap all the Tianjiao.

The most desperate thing is that you can't even see the bottleneck, let alone how to break through it.

Even everyone felt that after entering the Martial Saint, it was not that there were no bottlenecks, but that there were bottlenecks everywhere.

After more than a hundred years, every time I accumulate strength, I will feel close to the limit of my body, and every step I want to become stronger, the resistance is greater than before.

The limits of the human body are so clear and in front of them that countless ascetic people are desperate.

And mortals remove the bottleneck, remove the decline of qi and blood, remove the first few years of birth, the body is too weak to practice martial arts, how many years can martial arts be?

Martial arts lies in itself, in developing the power in the body, and at the same time refining and refining qi to maintain balance.

If you want to speed up your cultivation, not only will you not be able to prolong your life, but you will lose your body.

This is not to say that martial arts cultivation must not prolong life.

People who just want to prolong their lives are all cultivated gently and slowly, and they can't impact the supreme realm of martial arts at all.

Now, Han Lin has exchanged two high-level hard skills, and after starting to cultivate, the development of his body has accelerated, and he feels that the one hundred and thirteen years of skill in his body has reduced the pressure on him.

He can feel that his physical fitness has improved, and his "capacity" has also increased.

But this kind of increase is very slow, not to mention his cultivation conditions, which others can't compare.

Therefore, Han Lin couldn't see clearly where the future of martial arts was.

Especially when he found out that the so-called immortals and martial arts were probably two different things, he was even more desperate.

After all, in this world, there are true immortals who are so powerful that they can't be believed, and they are said to be able to move mountains and seas, but I have never heard of it, and there are corresponding super-level martial artists.

Martial arts have an end, this is something that Han Lin has never dared to think about and doesn't really want to think about.

Because he can absorb power, his cultivation is like flying, so if there is really no way ahead, what kind of despair will he be in the future?

While thinking about this, Han Lin had already walked to the center of the lecture hall under the playful gaze of everyone.

In the room in front of you, the light of the lecture is on, and there is a legend, the highest level of martial arts.

Han Lin was on the side, and found a white thing, similar to the old man's tablet, and swiped his identity card.

Immediately, the red word "ten" appeared on the white light, and the door of the room also opened......

"He's really going in!"

"The tribute has been deducted!"

The people nearby couldn't help but breathe shortly.

Because although they have heard of the situation inside, they are all passed on by ear, and those who have actually entered it are only a minority after all.

Many people stuck out their heads and wanted to peek inside.

And Han Lin didn't hesitate, and after walking in directly, the door was already closed again.

There was a bang, which seemed to completely separate the world inside the room from the outside.

"I don't see it...... Wait for him to come out and ask. ”

"What is there to ask, just leave it at that, go away, go to class. ”

The people nearby saw that the door in the center of the lecture hall was closed again, and there was no change from the outside, and they could not watch, so they thought about it and slowly dispersed.

And Han Lin stepped into this room, which was exclusive to the dean.

Immediately, he found that the room was about seven or eight meters wide and more than ten meters long.

He stood at one end, an old man with long black hair, sitting cross-legged at the other end, more than ten meters away.

The old man did not look up, nor did he speak.

Behind him, there is a painting hanging on it, on which is written a simple, but magnificent word - qi.

Other than that, the room is very simple and very quiet, with only a faint scent of incense.

Naturally, let the people who come in also be careful not to make a noise.

Han Lin naturally didn't make a noise, he didn't dare to use any out-of-the-ordinary behavior to rashly attract the attention of the old man in front of him.

Because the other party was just sitting there, he felt that he was a genuine martial arts supreme.

I saw this old man, there were many wrinkles on his face, and he could see that he was very old, but his complexion was ruddy, full of qi and blood, and his long black hair extended to the ground, and his appearance was very unusual.

But appearance is secondary, what really shocked Han Lin was the faint red light emitted from the other party's body, illuminating most of the room!

The power of blood and blood!

Han Lin subconsciously took a small step back.

He felt the heat, and the person in front of him, just sitting there, as if there was a stove at the end of the room!

This old man, without saying a word, meditated cross-legged, but his body was emitting a light red light of qi and blood!

This red light, like the halo behind the Buddha, and like the light of the rising sun, filled the half of the small room with dazzling and mysterious colors.

Such a scene made Han Lin suddenly have some understanding why this realm was called the Feather Realm.

Because this old man gives him the feeling that he is really like an immortal!

Majestic and magnificent.

Just sitting there gives people the feeling of being ready to go, as if they will stand up at any time and open their eyes and soar.

Shocking the world together, a thought out of the mortal body.

With such a majesty, it is indeed obvious that the other party has surpassed the realm of martial saints.

But after Han Lin was shocked, he looked at it for a while, but he slowly frowned, forgetting his original intention of keeping quiet, and whispered softly in an almost inaudible voice:

"That's not right......"