"Don't go, I've been cultivating for a day, I'm dizzy if you're turning", Ling Feng came to the shore, looked at the contemplative old man, I don't know what kind of trick this old man is doing, where he is standing, spread his hands, and said depressedly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old man looked at Ling Feng, touched his beard, sometimes walked, sometimes paused, swaying back and forth in front of Ling Feng's eyes, as if he was making some major decision, standing in front of Ling Feng, his hands were flat, and there were words in his mouth.

A black thing appeared in the old man's hand as if by magic, and his hands were thrust down.

"Zheng" sounded, and a slight cicada chirp sounded, causing a faint vibration to appear in the surrounding area.

Ling Feng watched the old man's movements, his lips moved a few times, when he saw the old man's sticking something on the ground, his mouth was wide open, enough to stuff an egg, after a while, the corner of his mouth twitched, pointed to the thing on the ground, looked at the old man again, swallowed his saliva, and asked in surprise: "Broken old man, what kind of trick are you doing."

"Boy, don't say it, this thing is a treasure, this is something I got by accident when I traveled to the Pulse Qi Continent", the old man looked at Ling Feng's appearance, after all, this kid had never seen it, and his surprise was certain, he pointed to the thing he was inserting with one hand, and touched his beard with the other hand and said with a smile.

"Is there any benefit to this thing?", Ling Feng looked at the old man's appearance, he didn't know why the old man was like this, he smiled, he knew that there must be no good thing, but the things that this broken old man made must be all good things, isn't his own heaven-level qi trick? Looking at the things inserted in front of him, he asked suspiciously.

"This is a cylindrical black source iron seven inches high, I found someone to get it on it, so you can use it", the old man looked at Ling Feng's appearance, after all, this kid told him the qi trick he gave, there is a "heavenly pillar", this thing is just right, it's useless to put it yourself, wouldn't it be just right for this kid, explained.

"I'll use it, you're going to play with me", Ling Feng looked at the thing in front of him, plus the handle that seemed to be used by people, half a head shorter than himself, exhaled, and looked at the old man's action of rushing up to bite, and said.

"Boy, don't get excited, this thing is a good thing in the Pulse Qi Continent, this thing comes from outside the sky, there is a trick in your heaven-level qi recipe is the "Heavenly Pillar", didn't you say that you cultivate yourself", the old man came to Ling Feng's side, patted Ling Feng comfortingly, and explained.

Ling Feng nodded, there was such a trick in his Heaven-level Qi Technique, and asked with a wry smile, "What does this represent?"

"You have to know that as long as those pulse qi powerhouses in this pulse qi continent have such a trick, they will be irresistible, and this trick is only available to you, and those pulse qi powerhouses can only cultivate their physical strength when their strength reaches a certain level, or at a certain stage, but you are not, but you can cultivate from scratch", the old man looked at Ling Feng's teachable appearance, paused, glanced at Ling Feng, and continued: " Although you are cultivating from scratch, it belongs to the day after tomorrow, so you are slower than others for more than 20 years, you have to be faster than others, you have to carry this source iron, compress your own pulse qi, and then break through if you can't compress it, so that you can lay a foundation on the root of your pulse qi, and when facing the strong people at the same stage, you will win."

Ling Feng listened to the old man's voice, pondered, looked at the black source iron, didn't even ask the old man, and quietly looked at the black source iron.

"You decide for yourself", the old man looked at Ling Feng and pondered, after all, he hoped that Ling Feng could cultivate with this black source iron on his back, so that Ling Feng's Fei Pulse Qi foundation could be stable, but he couldn't force anything, patted Ling Feng's shoulder, and said comfortingly.

After the old man finished speaking, he stood aside and quietly watched Ling Feng's decision.

Ling Feng glanced at the old man, not talking, what the old man said, good to himself, although cynical, people are not bad, he just followed this broken old man in order to be able to do what he wanted to do, in order to be able not to let the people around him, frightened, in order to be able to explore what he wanted to do, in order to be able to decide to pick up this black source iron, touch his lips and forehead with one hand, put his elbow on top of his chest with the other hand, and frowned and asked: "If I don't compress my pulse, in the same stage, can I win the opponent?"

"Yes, no", the old man knew that Ling Feng was making a decision, and in order to solve the doubts in Ling Feng's heart, he explained: "In the same stage of pulse qi, one must look at the level of the qi technique, because in the same stage, if you have a good pulse qi foundation, even if you have a good qi technique, in the battle foundation is stable, and the pulse qi is stronger than you, you will lose; if you have a solid foundation and your qi is high, you can fight against two or three people of the same class who have pulse qi, and there is no obstacle at all."

"En", Ling Feng listened to the old man's explanation, nodded, the old man also answered his last doubts, then he would no longer have any worries, exhaled, and said solemnly: "I do."

"Okay", the old man looked at Ling Feng, and gave a thumbs up in his heart, this kid's patience and composure were completely the best choice, touching his beard, probing Ling Feng's tone, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure", Ling Feng looked at the old man, not disrespectful to the old man, but the light of his eyes, a decisive look, nodded again, and said: "As long as I can reach the strong pulse, I am willing to suffer no matter how big the suffering."

"Although you see that it is very difficult now, when you break through in the future, your foundation is already solid, and it is not impossible to break through the strong pulse qi in the future, and even the pulse escape in the pulse qi, many people are stuck in the ranks of the pulse honor, it is because of the instability of the innate pulse qi foundation", the old man knew that Ling Feng made this decision in order to take revenge and seek the mystery of the world, this kid will understand in the future, as the so-called hardship is the way to become a master, patted Ling Feng's shoulder, and said comfortingly.

"Well, I understand", Ling Feng knew the old man's intentions, and he could see it even if he was stupid, the old man really hoped that he could be proud of the others, nodded heavily, and said.

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, then let's go", the old man glanced at Ling Feng, since he had already decided, touched his beard, put one hand behind his back in the future, walked to another place, and said with a smile.

"Where are you going?", Ling Feng asked suspiciously as he watched the old man walk by, not knowing what the old man was going to do.

"You'll know when you get there", the old man turned to look at Ling Feng and said with a smile.

"Then how do you carry this?", Ling Feng pointed to the source iron in front of him, Ling Feng hugged forward and reported the source iron,

"Peng" sounded, fell to the ground, smiled bitterly, and asked.

"That's right, this source iron is heavier than you are now, you can pull it", the old man was a little embarrassed, after all, this thing is very difficult for Ling Feng of the current first-level vein, and somehow an iron chain appeared in his hand, threw it at Ling Feng, and said.

After the old man finished speaking, he walked up and didn't ask Ling Feng any questions.

Ling Feng took it, put the chain on the handle of the source iron, hung it on his back, took a step, and almost knelt on the ground.

"You can use the pulse", the old man walked, walking without turning his head.

Ling Feng looked at the old man's back, then at the black source iron, gritted his teeth, and dragged the old man step by step.