After that time, Ling Zihuan knew that Zhichen had calculated that there would be a thunderstorm that day, so he asked Li Qing to take Ling Zihuan to the cave in the back mountain to cultivate "Thousand Birds" in the power grid.

In other words, you can't go to cultivate every day, you can only use the strange structure of the cave to pull the thunder and lightning into it when the thunder falls from the sky. As a result, every opportunity to cultivate is quite rare.

Gradually, through the power of the Nine Heavens Xuanlei, he tempered his tendons, flesh, and limbs little by little, and slowly shifted the direction of his cultivation towards the more important five internal organs.

Over the years, the muscles, muscles, arms, and legs have gradually adapted to the thunder and lightning entering the body, as long as the five internal organs and six internal organs are also refined, the solid foundation of "Thousand Birds" can really be laid, and the whole body can fully withstand the tempering and bombardment of the thunder.

When his entire body can be integrated with thunder and lightning, it means that the thunder and lightning and his physical body are synesthesized, but this does not mean that he has mastered thousands of thunder and lightning and knows how to manipulate the powerful power of nature at any time.

Therefore, cultivating "Chidori" is a long process!

"Nine Heavens Running Thunder Mantra" is Ling Zihuan's supreme magic technique, there are not many disciples who cultivate, and if he can advance to such a point, Ling Zihuan is the first person!

It's a pity that he is not a disciple of Xuanqing Sect now. He knew in his heart that the head of the sect, Bo Yuxizi, seemed to be very optimistic about himself, and when faced with the controversy of the five elders, he resolutely made this choice, allowing him to truly liberate himself.

The "Qianli Scroll" was originally stolen by him from the magic room, and it was also the fuse that released Qiqi, but Yuxizi did not blame it excessively, but secretly gave the scroll to himself.

As for Yuxizi asking him to investigate the manipulator behind the sixteen-year shemale war, it just reflects Yuxizi's intentions.

To tell the truth, Ling Zihuan still has respect for this master in his heart, and admires his old scheming and excellent vision, which is the style that the master of a faction should have.

Today's weather was good, Ling Zihuan suddenly became inert, so he didn't find a remote place to continue refining his body, but prepared to walk around Fuluan Mountain. He found that he had been to Phantom Temple for a few days, and there were still several places he hadn't visited.

As soon as I walked out of the guest room, I heard the bell echoing, the Sanskrit sound was swirling, and there was the sound of chanting the scriptures aloud, which was endless. As I walked towards the main hall, I heard the broken conversations of old women and children.

Ling Zihuan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he remembered that today happened to be the first day of the new year, and at this moment, mortals should come to the Phantom Sound Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.

Sure enough, I didn't take a few steps, and I saw the people shuttling non-stop, countless people holding incense, kneeling and worshiping the Buddha, the steps square, inside and outside the hall, the incense was prosperous, and it was lively.

Ling Zihuan took advantage of his boredom and stood in the mountain jungle not far from the main hall, looking at the people walking on the long steps.

Some of them are pious, some are a little melancholy, and they probably want to seek the protection of the gods, so that they are not sick or sick, and their families are safe and well.

Perhaps, they don't pursue much but want to live their lives in comfort......

In this ancient Shenzhou continent, the strong are respected, and countless people want to practice thaumaturgy, although they can't feather and ascend to immortals, they can also prolong their lives. In the eyes of the common people, I am afraid that the monks and warriors will be regarded as "aliens", because out of fear, when they see the cultivators, they will be afraid, as if they see jackals and wild leopards.

The system of a race is bound to have an upper class and a lower class, and the two are interdependent and indispensable, which is the so-called hierarchical system. For any race to survive, the hierarchy needs to be reasonably stable.

Without the existence of many monks and warriors, how can they resist the frontier alien races and protect their homeland?

There are not many common people, where do the city walls, pavilions, food supplies, trees, money, etc. come from?

But out of the nature of any living being, the fear of pain, the fear of death, they will fear the strong, envy the strong, instead of respecting and respecting from the bottom of their hearts!

The long river of time is flowing endlessly, the world is changing, and people's hearts are also changing!

One day, this vast continent will usher in real peace, without gunpowder smoke and hatred, and reconstruct a complete racial system......

There will be a person who will take on the heavy responsibility of saving all people from fire and water, and he will live for generations.

He is willing to be such a hero!

Before that, you have to be strong, strong, and have a lot of power, call for wind and rain, and have a group of loyal subordinates who are willing to follow you.

Thinking like this, Ling Zihuan couldn't help but look at the white jade wrench on the thumb of his right hand, the color was transparent, and it was faintly shining.

"It seems that we have to start here!" Ling Zihuan muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly a few times, and shook his head slightly, as if he was self-deprecating, and he didn't know why he thought so.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, accompanied by a breeze whirring from behind, and more than one person could hear the voice.

"Excuse me, is Your Excellency Lord Ling?"

Ling Zihuan turned around, only to see standing in front of him, were three burly warrior monks, all of them were wearing light-colored monk robes, revealing most of their muscles and arms, at first glance, the three of them looked about the same, like Zhihong, born a gong Dalian, but their eyes were glowing with cold light, heroic and compelling.

"It's down there!" Seeing that the tone of a warrior monk's voice was quite soft, and he felt that there was no malice, Ling Zihuan folded his hands and gave a salute.

After the three warrior monks returned the salute, they looked at Ling Zihuan again. A martial monk was still indifferent just now, and the corners of his mouth suddenly moved, and he said with a smile: "A few of us are warrior monks of the Juezi generation in the temple, I heard that although Master Ling is not our inner disciple, in just two months, he has advanced three layers in a row, from the original fourfold refining to the current sevenfold refining body, but ...... Is that really the case?"

"That's right!" Ling Zihuan didn't want to hide anything, after all, in just two months, breaking through the body refining realm to the seventh level was not a scandalous thing, and it was normal to be questioned by some people.

After hearing this, the three warrior monks looked at each other a few times, all of them showed surprised looks, and then looked at Ling Zihuan together.

Another martial monk praised: "Master Ling, you really have good qualifications!"

Another warrior monk echoed: "The donor knows that he has broken through the sevenfold bravery in two months, and has refreshed the highest record of martial arts in the temple!"

Listening to the praise of these three people, Ling Zihuan's face turned a little indifferent, and he felt that something was not right, because through the eyes of the three of them, what he saw was not celebration, but a trace of jealousy.

Moreover, Ling Zihuan is an outsider, not an inner disciple of the Phantom Sound Temple, even if he has the highest record of refining the body, it has something to do with him.

In short, inexplicable!

Ling Zihuan nodded with a smile, then his face sank, and he said lightly: "The three of you are here on purpose, I'm afraid it's not just here to ask about this, right?"

Since these three warrior monks recognized Ling Zihuan in this remote forest, it means that a few of them went to the guest room to inquire, so they stopped by to find it.

A martial monk clasped his hands together and said, "That's the case, the three of us are the same as Master Ling, we are all in the seventh level of body refining, but we are just ......"

As he spoke, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and the warrior monks beside him saw that he was struggling, so he interjected: "It's just a few of us, not as talented and intelligent as Lord Ling, who has comprehended the true meaning of body refining, and it took more than a year to advance to the seventh level of body refining. ”

After Ling Zihuan heard this, he moved his gaze to other places and turned his body to the side, not wanting the three of them to see his expression. As soon as he turned his body half away from them, a smile crossed his lips.

The vague "more than a year" he said, in Ling Zihuan's view, Dacheng is an obstacle to face and gives an ambiguous imaginary number. Perhaps, a few of their inner disciples probably took two years to break through the sevenfold body refinement.

In this way, Ling Zihuan, an outer sect cultivator, took more than one-tenth of the time it took to even take a tenth of several of their inner disciples!

Seeing Ling Zihuan's body moving sideways, the warrior monk was silent, and continued: "I won't tell you, a few of us want to learn from Master Ling and exchange experiences. ”

Another warrior monk added: "Everyone is the same as the sevenfold body refining, and it is fate to think about it. When Lord Ling broke through this realm within two months, we were full of admiration and hoped that the donor would give him advice. ”

Ling Zihuan snorted in his nose, he didn't want the three of them to find him, just to compete. It sounded like "let's talk", but when Ling Zihuan heard these words in his ears, he always felt strange in his heart.

He turned around and said angrily: "It turns out that they are looking for me to learn martial arts! ”

In fact, he was not afraid of these three warrior monks, because he knew that these three people must have nothing to do, out of jealousy, in the name of learning, it was nothing more than to earn back the reputation that all the inner disciples in the temple deserved, and at the same time wanted to find some superiority in Ling Zihuan.

They thought that Ling Zihuan's breakthrough through the sevenfold body refining within two months, in the eyes of outsiders, would more or less gossip, probably saying that the internal disciples of the Phantom Yin Temple, which were mainly refining bodies, were actually inferior to the foreign martial artists.

To be honest, Ling Zihuan really didn't want to compete with them, firstly, after defeating them, they would definitely be even more jealous and hate themselves, and secondly, the Phantom Sound Temple was kind to him, and he didn't want to have any contradictions in the temple because of this little thing.

When the three of them heard Ling Zihuan say this, they looked at each other a few more times, and the three pairs of strange eyes slowly flashed with a ghostly light.

"If there is nothing else, let me leave. ”

Ling Zihuan had only taken a few steps before a body like a wall stood in front of him, and a pair of eyes finally forced out an aggressive light.

"Is the donor so faceless?" his tone was not as pretentious and humble as Fang Cai, but low and cold.

Ling Zihuan stood in place, didn't say anything, and also stared at the strange eyes with a sharp gaze.

"Hmph, are you throwing in the towel?" the other warrior monk mocked.

"I heard that Master Ling and Master Zhichen have been getting quite close recently! I also heard that Master Zhichen has accepted you as a new apprentice, which has allowed the donor to refine his body to the sevenfold realm in such a short period of time. Hey, I think the donor is like this, it seems that he wants to be a lay disciple of our Zhichen Master!"

"Ouch, I forgot, this temple didn't accept lay disciples a few years ago, why donor's just like us, shave the ordination, right?"

"Hahaha......"

When the monk finished speaking, he burst into laughter, and the other two laughed as well.

Ling Zihuan glared at them coldly, as if he was glaring at three evil pens!

His face was indifferent, his eyes were round, and he snorted softly, full of disdain. He really didn't want to say anything more about these three scumbags, such an ignorant and vulgar IQ really defiled this sacred place!

"Okay, well, since someone has itchy skin, how can I Ling Zihuan not be perfect!"

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