Chapter Seventy-Five: The Power of the Foundation

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Hatred is so easy to let go, others can naturally say a lot of truth, but I am afraid that if I am in it, my eyes have already been blinded.

Lin Yu couldn't understand Miao Wan'er's miserable childhood, he had never experienced it, and he was powerless to say anything, so for a while he didn't know what way Miao Wan'er could let go of the child, but he didn't want to give up, so he could only say seriously: "I still want to save him no matter what, I think your mother also hopes to be saved when she is most desperate, this child also thinks the same way, this world can't be without hope." ”

"Yes, always have a little hope, and I'm happy with that answer. Miao Wan'er smiled slightly, when she smiled without scheming, it was indeed very beautiful, but the next moment, she raised her eyebrows, and her words became ruthless again: "But you and I have different positions, it depends on whether you have the ability to save him!"

"Thank you!" Lin Yu sincerely thanked him, and Xie Miaojuan gave him a chance.

If Miao Wan'er wanted to kill Luo Qingsheng, with the toxins of her pure yin poison body, there would naturally be 10,000 means, even if Lin Yu could save the child, it would be impossible to detoxify all the poisons. Miao Wan'er gave him a chance, saying that she spoke with strength, maybe she also had a trace of unbearability in her heart, and saw a trace of her own shadow in the child, the childishness was exhausted, and despair replaced everything, just like she was at the beginning.

"Are you going to go on your own or ...... Let's let them go along. Lin Yu glanced at the vigilant disciples of the Holy Soul Palace around him, and didn't care.

"The slave family is self-aware, so naturally they will not be embarrassed, as for these people!" Miao Wan'er didn't even look at everyone, and said contemptuously: "It's just a waste!"

The disciples of the Holy Soul Palace, who were still nervous just now, discussed in a low voice, obviously very angry at Miao Wan'er's words. Miao Wan'er is just an outsider, and her cultivation is not even as high as some of them, how can she not shake them by saying such passionate words.

There are also some disciples who are gloating, they can feel that Lin Yu is strong, and they are not easy to provoke, even if they go together, they don't have much chance of winning, and now that Miao Wan'er finished speaking, they have a reason not to fight.

"Demon girl, do you really think you are the master here?"

"Don't think that if the sect master trusts you, you will turn against you!"

"After all, it's just a bitch, the palace master's plaything, and he really takes himself seriously. ”

The words of the disciples became more and more difficult to hear, and everyone had been holding grudges for a long time, and they couldn't help but burst out today.

Miao Wan'er's green jade fingers slashed across the sharp dagger, rubbing the blade as bright as a mirror, clearly imprinting her face

The corners of her mouth twitched, but she didn't move, because someone had already done it for her.

I don't know when a long-faced Taoist priest appeared in front of Miao Wan'er, holding a whisk in his hand and wearing a cyan Taoist robe.

The disciples who had said unkind words to Miao Wan'er before fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, and there was an extra red line around their necks.

Lin Yu squinted his eyes, looked at this Taoist priest vigilantly, and felt the crisis, with his cultivation, he couldn't tell where the other party appeared from, he only saw the other party's floating dust slightly up, and took the lives of a few people.

This kind of standing there makes people can't help but be afraid, it can only be said that the strength of the other party is far beyond their own, this kind of pressure is substantial and insurmountable, indicating that the other party is a foundation building monk.

"Kid scared?" Wuwei doesn't talk much, almost every time he speaks, he likes to squeeze and sarcastically mock Lin Yu, it seems that for a very assertive apprentice, he has a headache.

"It may not be invincible!" Lin Yu chuckled in response to Wuwei's words, and said it.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was Lin Yu who said it to the long-faced Taoist priest.

"Palace Masterβ€”"

The disciples of the Holy Soul Palace saluted respectfully to the long-faced Taoist priest, and they bowed their heads, which was heartfelt awe. When they heard Lin Yu say to the palace master that he was not necessarily invincible, they felt angry and funny, it was really ridiculous that a monk in the Qi refining period would actually want to defeat a monk in the foundation building period.

"Ignorant junior!" The horse-faced Taoist priest glanced at Lin Yu lightly, then ignored it, but smiled at Miao Wan'er: "Miss Wan'er, the disciple is open-mouthed, I won't compensate you, don't be surprised." ”

"Hmph!" Miao Wan'er snorted lightly, slowly walked to the central chair and sat down, looking like she was watching a good show, and said lazily: "It's not weird, he'll leave it to you." ”

"It's natural, it's just ......" The long-faced Taoist priest wanted to speak and stopped: "You promised me to let us join the Holy Sect, I don't know if there will be any progress?"

"Kill him, I'll take you to the Qianhe Hall to report!" Miao Wan'er held her chin and said.

"Come on!" The long-faced Taoist priest was overjoyed when he heard this, thinking that he had finally found the owner of the Holy Soul Palace, he walked in front of Lin Yu calmly, raised his chin and looked at the young man, "You just said that you can defeat me?"

"Yes!"

Lin Yu replied seriously, but the long-faced Taoist priest couldn't help laughing, and the disciples behind him also laughed out loud one after another, I don't know if it was due to the pressure of the palace master or if it really felt like a joke.

This sentence was said by Lin Yu after serious consideration, not to be angry with Wuwei, just to be confident. When his qualifications were mediocre, geniuses such as Zhen Fan and Liu Yihan failed to win him, and now he has obtained the inheritance of Wuwei Daozun, and he has obtained the most precious courage from Tang Yu, and he is no longer a young man who has no confidence at the beginning, even if he is a foundation building monk, he also has the confidence to fight with it.

"Forgive me for not hearing a joke in a long time. The long-faced Taoist priest stretched his waist, and the mockery in his words was even stronger, "Maybe the retreat has been too long, and I can't imagine that the young people are so loud now, so let me let you know how big the sky is!"

As soon as the words fell, the dust in the long-faced monk's hand rose again, swinging in the air, like a fallen supernatural tree, pressing towards Lin Yu.

Lin Yu faced the small floating dust, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Dust whisking is not only a magic weapon, but also like a scepter that drives waves.

In this situation, it was as if the long-faced monk was standing in the middle of the sea, controlling the scepter of the sea god, directing the monstrous waves, and pressing towards Lin Yu layer by layer.

The waves are nothing else, it is the air, the air waves!

The biggest difference between a foundation building monk and a qi refining monk is the mastery of qi, before refining qi, you can only absorb spiritual energy to refine your body, but when you build a foundation and cultivate, you can control the spiritual energy and further control the power of heaven and earth. Gaining qi, exercising qi, and resisting qi are the three means of foundation building monks.

The disciples of the Jianxi Sect practiced their own way, replacing the mastery of qi with a qi sword, and reaching another realm with the comprehension of sword intent, but it was also the same as ever-changing.

Although the dust is small and insignificant, but the accumulation of qi waves is the power of heaven and earth, the way to build a foundation, and in the face of such power, Lin Yu has become insignificant.