It was noon, and the sun was shining.

Even when you stand in the shade of a tree, you can feel the heat.

One can imagine what it was like to sit on a thirty-meter-high pillar with Wang Chongyang.

Of course, he was half dead in heat, and the sunlight hit his head directly, and ordinary people felt unbearable after a few minutes of sunbathing, and felt like they were going to be dizzy from heat stroke.

But Wang Chongyang is not an ordinary person.

He is said to be a master who has surpassed the crane level, and even if he stands in the sea of fire, he is afraid that there is a domain around him, so he can't feel the heat.

Martial arts masters, tiger-level ones are enough to control the airflow around the body, not to mention the crane level.

I saw Wang Chongyang sitting on the high platform from morning to twelve o'clock, and from twelve o'clock to one o'clock.

Zhao Jinlong felt really bored.

I came to see the people sitting in meditation.

It's like in Journey to the West, Tang Seng competed in high-altitude meditation between Che Chiguo and Luli Daxian, and sat for several hours at a time, and Sun Wukong felt bored.

After another half a day, Wang Chongyang remained motionless on it, like a wooden stake.

Zhao Jinlong finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He ran over with curiosity, but he didn't come to see people sitting in meditation.

He wanted to see what was going on, or he could see the master drilling, and he could take the opportunity to comprehend it.

Who knows, what a big disappointment!

The crowd began to talk about it.

Everyone's mood is similar to Zhao Jinlong.

They all want to see a master of Wang Chongyang's level, and show everyone what is called a crane-level skill, so that everyone can be amazed and amazed.

I didn't expect to see the show now, but I saw Wang Chongyang standing tall and sitting like a mountain.

What's the point?

Who doesn't sit like a mountain when they practice internal strength, and it's not that everyone hasn't cultivated, so why bother to come and sit still.

If they had known that the preaching conference would be so boring, they wouldn't have come up.

In fact, the Half Truth Sect didn't invite everyone to come over.

As Qiu Chuji told Guo Jing, the Semi-True Sect did not invite anyone at all.

Because the Dao Conference is the Dan Dao testified by Patriarch Wang Chongyang, not the Martial Dao.

What is Dan Dao?

Here, Dan refers not to alchemy pills, but to dantian.

The so-called alchemy is to develop one's own dantian and use the dantian as the main body to affect the changes of the entire body.

Martial arts and dantian are also related, but they are far less in-depth than Wang Chongyang.

To exaggerate, if you practice martial arts, even if you are a crane-level master, you are still a mortal.

And Wang Chongyang, who preached this time, is about to enter the immortal!

If the sermon is successful, Wang Chongyang can at least cut off grain and open up grain.

Although he can now do it without eating or drinking for a few days, he doesn't last long, and he is still a mortal.

In fact, the above things are all imaginary, and even Wang Chongyang is just his own imagination.

As for whether or not we can do it, it depends on whether we can succeed in the sermon today.

He sat so high and was exposed to the scorching sun, just to perceive the realm of heaven and man's induction.

If you can really comprehend a trace of heaven and earth feedback, then your preaching will be a success!

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao Jinlong already had the intention of leaving.

From eight o'clock in the morning to the bottom of the mountain, it has been seven hours now, so boring.

There's no need to waste any more time here!

He silently made up his mind, but he still wanted to keep watching.

After all, I have persisted for so long, and I see that Wang Chongyang's body seems to be shaking above, isn't there any turnaround?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

In the distance, a sudden wind blew.

The wind was getting louder and louder when it got closer, and Zhao Jinlong and the others only felt that the strong wind was blowing from the soles of their feet, almost blowing them all away.

"How can there be such a strong wind?" exclaimed.

Among the people present, the worst was a wolf like Zhao Jinlong.

With such strength, it stands to reason that it should not be blown up by the wind so easily.

"Tornado?"

Zhao Jinlong was terrified, if he hadn't hugged a big tree tightly, he was afraid that he would have been swept away by now.

He felt that this wind was coming very strangely, too weirdly.

Generally, the drama is coming, and the sky has changed.

It's still sunny and shining, how can there be a drama?

Thinking so, suddenly, Zhao Jinlong noticed that the sunlight above his head had changed.

It's not cloudy, it's brighter, hotter!

It was as if a fire was steaming to scorch them all.

"It's hot!"

A young man took the lead and couldn't stand it, and on the branch, he took off his clothes.

But it still feels hot.

Zhao Jinlong is also hot, but he finds himself different from others.

The others were already sweating, and their faces were either pale or red.

I'm better, but I feel like a sauna, and I can bear it.

"No, my strength is not as strong as these people, why don't I feel as strong as them. ”

Zhao Jinlong was slightly strange.

Because his body has not changed much, he still has the heart to continue to see Wang Chongyang.

I saw that Wang Chongyang on the pillar was trembling again and again, and the shaking pillar was almost about to collapse.

"Master!"

The Seven Sons of Quanzhen let out a panicked scream.

One by one, their faces were red, as if they had been burned.

If it weren't for Guo Jing by his side to help them resist this hot current, I am afraid that they would have been roasted to death.

As for some of the disciples and grandchildren who were close to the high platform, they had already been roasted all over the body.

Some people's skin melts into their bones and feels terrible.

Zhao Jinlong's heart was beating wildly, and he was extremely frightened.

It's so terrifying, it's like a horror movie, people become like wax figures, and they are actually burned alive.

How could there be such a change?

Wang Chongyang preached, what did he prove?

If he hadn't been afraid that he would be swept to Wang Chongyang's side by the wind as soon as he let go, Zhao Jinlong would have run away a long time ago.

It's a Jedi!

"Don't panic, everyone, all go back!"

Guo Jing's face was also red, but he could still keep his senses, and he was also able to act in the wind.

He first sent the seven sons of Quanzhen to the periphery, and then sent the idlers and others to the distance one by one.

Zhao Jinlong only felt a soft force hit his chest, and the whole person quickly flew out upside down and landed firmly on the ground.

"Xiangyang heroes deserve to be Xiangyang heroes. ”

Zhao Jinlong sighed with emotion and admired it incomparably.

He continued to watch.

Now that the danger is far away, he wants to know what this strange change is!

Zizizizi.

Suddenly, there was a burst of electricity in the air.

It's like the sizzling, buzzing sound you hear when you're standing under a high-voltage power line.

"Is the air going to explode over here?"

Zhao Jinlong carefully hid and lay behind a big rock.

He had a premonition that Wang Chongyang might die.

Even if you don't get burned to death by this sudden manic scorching sun, and if you don't get swept away by the wind, you will eventually be blown up by this strange air fluctuation.

He should be dead.

In the first place, there should not have been any attempt to prove this.

"Ahh

A terrible roar suddenly came from the pillars of the high platform.

I saw that Wang Chongyang, who was still immortal before, was already wearing a hair and clothes at this time.

He opened his arms and leaned back, roaring at the sky.