Every inch of skin is like a pinprick in the skin.

Although he was sweating profusely, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ignoring the old man's ridicule, he looked stupidly at the clouds above the firmament.

Others may not understand, but he is a highly talented student with a double master's degree.

"Boy, drinking this bowl of soup can speed up the recovery of physical strength."

Under the Yuanhai Nine Weather Field, he can practice the Qinglian Sword Song completely.

It requires not only strong physical control, but also great perseverance.

Although it is only half a pillar of incense, it is enough to prove the fortitude in his heart.

"Old man, are you sincere?"

"I have a hard time talking, how can I have the strength to drink soup?"

His breath gradually calmed down, and his speech became a little stronger.

It's right to think about it, squatting down, directly and rudely, and pouring a bowl of soup directly into it.

"Old man! You wait! When I surpass you in my cultivation, I will definitely press you to the ground and rub you. ”

"What? Still dislike the old man? ”

The patriarch sat cross-legged on the ground without any scruples, looking at Lin Chen defiantly.

With a self-inflicted expression, you want me to help you cultivate? Look at the way I torture you to death.

Seeing that he ignored himself for a long time, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"What do you think? So fascinating? ”

Brushing aside the other party's calloused big hands, he pillowed his head with both hands, and stared at the white clouds above the nine skies.

Said slowly: "Look at the clouds." ”

The old man also looked up in surprise and wondered, "Isn't it just a cloud?" What's there to see? ”

Lin Chen glanced at the other party speechlessly.

"Isn't it just a cloud?"

"Do you know what the cloud is?"

"Dirt buns! I don't understand anything. ”

Now, he completely stopped the old man, and he really didn't know how the cloud came about.

As powerful monks, they turn their hands into clouds and their hands into rain, who is thinking about that?

"Tell me about it, or I'm welcome."

Feeling the contempt in Lin Chen's tone, the kind of contempt that came from the depths of his heart, he was so angry that his beard was crooked.

What is your identity? What is the identity of the other party?

Look at that little cloud, don't look at how small it is, it weighs as much as half a million kilograms.

In other words, if you uproot the Sunrise Mountain, that cloud is as heavy as five Sunrise Mountains.

The reason why you can float above the void is because the air in the void is relatively dry.

The density of clouds is lower than that of dry air, which is why they float in the air.

"You're saying that the clouds are so heavy that it takes a lot of wind to blow them away, right?"

Sensing the old man's expression of horror and confusion, and the expression of wanting to speak and stopping, Lin Chen directly expressed the confusion in his heart.

"These are two different concepts, water droplets in clouds, or ice crystals, which are much denser than dry air."

"The difference between the two, one large and one small, there will be a difference in the strong air pressure, forming a delicate balance floating in the sky."

"When the air flow or wind blows, it can exacerbate the air pressure gap in it, which can drive the air flow."

Looking at the old man who was still ignorant, Lin Chen directly ignored it, isn't this playing the piano to the cow.

What else can you hope the other person understands?

In his original knowledge system, imposing some unfamiliar logic is tantamount to creating something out of nothing.

"Cut! It's that simple? I thought there was some mystery, that's it? That's it? ”

The old man walked back with a disappointed face, and if it weren't for his frowning brow, he would have believed the old man.

"Dirt hats."

Lin Chen glanced at the white clouds, continued to stare at the white clouds above, a bowl of liquid medicine entered his body, and he could clearly feel that the soreness was dissipating.

The limbs can also feel much better, and he respects the old man with a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

Although occasionally verbally, he takes advantage of a little bit, but he is also not right about things.

The clouds can also move with the wind with the help of air pressure differences.

Why shouldn't he?

The clouds are hundreds of thousands of tons, and I only have a few catties and taels?

But how does this air pressure come from? Or where does this force come from? In order to be as light as a feather.

Not to mention that heaven and earth can't cultivate Yuan Qi, even Yuan Qi cultivators must go to the transcendent realm in order to be able to resist the wind.

Shaking his head, he threw out the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, emptied his mind, and quietly recovered.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and Lin Chen, who was warm all over, stood up again vigorously.

Picked up the long sword on the ground, and a sword was opened, and a sword wind could be faintly heard.

The speed is a little faster than before, the strength has also increased a little, and the corners of his mouth show a smile that is really like this.

"What? The clouds drifted, and so did you? ”

The old man who was pretending to sleep opened his slightly narrowed eyes and looked Lin Chen up and down, and he could clearly feel that his physical strength had indeed increased a little.

More than once, Wei Linchen was shocked, and the effect of that wild idea was so obvious.

Let's ask the entire continent, who would use the luxury of Dao to suppress the cultivation of juniors?

He wasn't afraid that the slightest carelessness would cause an indelible shadow on his juniors, and he wasn't afraid of destroying the foundation of his cultivation?

Maybe there is only Jiang Taibai, who is idle and panicked, and there is only Lin Chen, who is unique and unrestrained.

"Hehe, old man, thank you for your kindness."

Lin Chen withdrew his long sword, clasped his fists in front of the old man, and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

At this time, you have to follow this old man, and you have to rely on him to squeeze the potential of the flesh.

"It's not that I'm floating, it's the clouds that are floating, what strength I have, I still have self-knowledge."

Before he could finish speaking, a huge burst of coercion directly enveloped the entire heaven and earth, and Lin Chen's face turned embarrassed.

"I'll get your sister ready!"

In the face of the monstrous killing intent, Lin Chen's hairs stood on end, and the old man in front of him seemed to be incarnated into a peerless beast.

"On the battlefield, will the enemy give you time to prepare?"

"Start your show."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, falling into a false sleep, as if this monstrous murderous aura did not come from him.

"Okay!"

Tremblingly, he raised his long sword, and walked with difficulty with Qinglian's steps, like an earthworm, twisting his body.

A trick dragon swam out to sea, but it was weak and weak, and one center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell to the ground.

This scene almost made the squinting old man suffocate his internal injuries.

Although the murderous aura locked on him, as if he was in a quagmire, he knew that this old man was angry, in order to avenge the ridicule he had just made for not seeing.

But I didn't think much about it, I practiced the Qinglian Sword Song with difficulty, and I had a little more point for its understanding.

There is no need to care about the power of one move, but pay attention to its god.

The clouds weigh hundreds of thousands of catties, and they are also like cotton petals, hanging high above the nine skies.

This monstrous murderous aura is not another kind of force?

Why not use this force and follow the sword?

In the infinite sword, the move is impermanent, and the sword is free, so why not move the heart with the sword?

Thinking of this, he directly gave up the Qinglian sword move.

The hands that clenched the longsword tried to relax, swinging wantonly with the weight of the sword.

So a strange scene appeared, the young man seemed to be drunk, the long sword in his hand was weak and weak, dancing wantonly.

But invisibly, there was a tendency to stir up the murderous aura around him, and the old man who was pretending to sleep suddenly opened his eyes with surprise on his face.

If you can't beat it, join in.

Treat yourself completely as a part of it, walk freely, your heart moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the momentum.

The clumsy body gradually becomes flexible.

The difficult pace gradually became lighter.

"New insights?"

The heart is free, and the sword is free.

The heart starts with the other party's will, and the sword goes with the opponent's sword? Are you actually breaking my killing power?

The old man's eyes were shining, and he wanted to see the drunk, sword-wielding, and unruly young man.