Since that day, Han Lin and Jiao Yang were forced to kill themselves arrogantly, he was worried for a few days.

After all, within the Lingyue Sect, it is a great sin to kill a fellow sect privately, and if it is discovered by the elders of the sect, it will definitely be punished with capital punishment.

How did he know that Jiao Yang was extremely relaxed, as if nothing happened, he told Han Lin,

"Xiao Linzi, as I said before, in this Lingyue Sect, the life of the miscellaneous disciple is the lowest, and even the grass mustard is not as good!"

"Rest assured, no one will come to investigate this matter. Taking a step back, even if someone comes to investigate this matter, as long as we bite to death and there is no arrogant person among the miscellaneous disciples, then what can he do to us?"

Hearing Jiao Yang say this, Han Lin gradually relieved himself, but for some reason he felt a little more sad in his heart.

The words he had spoken before he killed himself kept churning through his mind.

"Strength, only strength is the most important!"

Han Lin's eyes showed a look of determination, and in the next few days, he had to concentrate on cultivation and strive to break through to the second level of qi cultivation earlier.

On this day, Luo Sheng came to deliver food to Han Lin, he knocked on Han Lin's door, but no one answered in the door. He frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered that Han Lin had told him yesterday to concentrate on retreat.

As soon as he thought of this, Luo Sheng directly pushed the door in, and sure enough, Han Lin was sitting cross-legged on the bed at the moment, his eyes were closed, and his forehead was covered with sweat, as if he had reached a critical juncture.

The whole room is filled with aura, which makes people feel relaxed when they take a breath. Luo Sheng was secretly frightened,

"Senior Brother Han is really talented, and he will break through to the second level of qi cultivation in less than three months. ”

You must know that he has cultivated the Red Spirit Technique for so long, and he is still only at the first level of Qi training, and he doesn't know if it is possible to break through to the second level of Qi cultivation in this life.

Everyone is also a miscellaneous disciple, and they can only sigh secretly that they don't have the same fate.

Luo Sheng put the food on the table, turned around and left, the room gradually became quiet, and only the sound of Han Lin's heavy breathing could be heard.

After a quarter of an hour, Han Lin suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes. Then, the spiritual power in the entire room boiled, as if he had life, he opened his mouth and inhaled, and the spiritual energy poured into his body like a dragon.

Suddenly, Han Lin's whole body was full of momentum, and the aura around him was no longer boiling. He clenched his right fist and threw a fierce punch, feeling the power of the fist.

"The second layer of Qi cultivation is really extraordinary, although Han has never refined his body, but his current body has exceeded that of mortals several times, and he has spells. ”

Han Lin quietly used his spiritual power, and a fireball formed out of thin air on his right palm, this fireball was burning, it seemed that the temperature was extremely high, and it had a powerful destructive power.

The power of this fireball far exceeded that of his Qi cultivation level, not only was it more than twice as large in size, but even the temperature was much higher.

"Now that I have mastered the fireball technique, I can instantaneously launch it at the snap of my fingers, and with the spiritual power in my body now, the consumption of fifty consecutive fireball techniques is not very large!"

"That's the end of today's cultivation. ”

Thinking of this, Han Lin got out of bed, pushed open the door, ignored the food on the table, he came to the cliff alone, looking at the empty cliff bottom, Han Lin felt a little lost.

The arrogant death made him feel greatly, although he didn't kill it himself, but after all, he died because of him.

This is the first time in Han Lin's life that he has killed someone, he is just a poor scholar in a dilapidated village, and he doesn't even dare to kill chickens on weekdays.

Unexpectedly, less than three months after entering the cultivation realm, three living beings died in a row because of him. The mandrill was okay, but it was just a humanoid demon beast, and there was too much blood on his hands, so it was only natural for Han Lin to kill him.

And killing the Zhuji Demon Tiger was to save his life, if Han Lin didn't kill it, he would die at its hands.

But arrogant, a living person, Han Lin watched this person die in front of him, and there were no bones left, and his heart naturally couldn't help but throb.

"Han is really a pedantic person, as a monk, he doesn't even dare to kill people. ”

Han Lin smiled bitterly, mocking his uselessness.

Like Du Xiaomei and Jiao Yang, who are monks for a long time, killing people is just as simple as eating and drinking, but for himself, even his hands are soft after killing someone.

"Han boy, what your senior brother Jiao said is right, you are just too indecisive and sentimental. ”

"It's just killing someone, killing it, killing it, you still have to think about it for so long!"

Dao Fang's voice sounded in Han Lin's heart, and he hated that iron could not become steel.

"In the primeval period, monks would fight with each other if they disagreed, and they had to fight to the death. It is not uncommon for me to kill your whole family today, and tomorrow I will kill your whole family. ”

"If those monks were as sentimental as you, they wouldn't know where the bones were, and how could there be so many spells that have been handed down to future generations. ”

"Dao Ye told you that in the primeval period, when Dao Ye saw who was not pleasing to the eye, a spell would blast out, and his bones would be gone!"

"Where is a petty family like you, who treats the enemy with the kindness of a woman, and is ruthless. ”

Dao Fang continued,

"If anyone dares to poison Daoye, Daoye will cut off all his tendons and tendons, cut him all over his body, smear him with honey, and find a nest of ants that crawl all over his body, making him itchy and unbearable. ”

When he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, Dao Ye took the opportunity to cut off his tongue, so that he couldn't survive, couldn't die, and didn't even have a chance to shout. ”

"Don't say it. ”

Han Lin opened his mouth lightly, interrupting Dao Fang's enthusiastic speech, he looked at the sky in the distance, the wind rose, the clouds dispersed, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart?

"Han boy, Dao Ye is talking about experience, if it weren't for the fact that you were selected by the Ancient Strange Things Record, Dao Ye wouldn't have told you. ”

"In the past, those primeval monks wanted to hear Dao Ye say these words, but Dao Ye still wouldn't tell them, and you kid still dare to dislike ......"

Dao Fang talked eloquently, and his words rushed like a river, making Han Lin upset.

"Shut up!"

Han Lin said coldly, he only felt that there was a fly buzzing in his ear, which made him uncomfortable.

"You kid, Dao Ye said two words to you, you don't like to listen to it, phew! Dao Ye doesn't say it. ”

Dao Fang took a sip and said indignantly. Then his voice gradually disappeared, and Han Lin's ears calmed down for the time being.

Han Lin closed his eyes and stared, and after a while, he took out a piece of rice paper from his arms, took out another paintbrush, and sketched it on the paper.

This was Han Lin's habit in the past, and when he was restless, he would pick up his pen and paint.

Whether it is outlining mountains, rivers and lakes, or plants, trees, birds and beasts, he can make a move, which is a habit and has gradually become nature.

But this time, Han Lin no longer portrayed these creatures, and after a few strokes, a beautiful woman's face jumped on the paper.

The beauty's face is as cold as frost, like a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, the cold comes out through the paper, and the cold moonlight shines on her face, reflecting each other, like a fairy above the nine heavens descending to the earth.

This woman is Du Xiaomei.