Lin smiled slightly and said, "Senior, I haven't seen you for seven years, and your demeanor is still the same."

The old man's face was even more strange, and he stared at Wang Lin for a long time, and then he sighed, and there was a rare trace of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "Fan...... You're really mortal!"

Wang Lin picked up the wine jug from the small pot, poured a full glass, and said after drinking: "The younger generation is just struggling among mortals, how can the predecessor be free in the world." ”

The old man exhaled deeply, snatched the wine jug, poured himself a glass, and said, "The old man has seen countless god-transforming monks in his life, but you are the first one who can become mortal in six years!"

Wang Lin didn't speak, his mood didn't fluctuate, he just smiled slightly, looked at the actor and rapped.

The old man looked at Wang Lin directly, and after a long time, the color of appreciation in his eyes became stronger, and he said: "It's not that the skin and flesh are similar, but the gods, young man, if you can understand the artistic conception, then within a hundred years, I can guarantee that you can turn into a god!"

Wang Lin turned his head, took a sip of wine, and said, "What is artistic conception?"

The old man was about to speak, when his eyes suddenly rolled and he smiled: "Look, this person is old, hungry, and can't think of anything." ”

Wang Lin glanced at the old man seriously, and said with a smile: "The seniors watch the play slowly, and the juniors say goodbye!" As he spoke, he took the wine jug and got up and left the inn.

The old man was stunned, then his eyes lit up, and he muttered, "Interesting." ”

Wang Lin carried the wine jug. Walk slowly down the street. Falling leaves under your feet. I went back to the store. After opening the door of the shop. Walked in.

He just stepped forward on his front foot. The old man's obscene voice came: "Not bad. It turns out that you have been here for the past six years. ”

The old man didn't know when he appeared behind Wang Lin. As he walked in. Take a look around. His eyes gradually showed surprise.

Wang Lin appeared for the old man. No surprises were revealed. Instead, sit aside. Drinking. Look at each other.

"Jiaolong, Fire Spider, Tianyin Beast, Bell and Drum, Eight-clawed Knife Beast, ~ Lun ....... You're a good boy. Cultivating most of the demon beasts in Haiti. You actually moved here. The more the old man looked at it, the more surprised his eyes became. Finally, his eyes suddenly swept away. It landed on a wooden frame in the corner of the store. The right hand is called. The wood carving in the middle of the wooden frame. Suddenly flew out one by one.

These wood carvings. All are semi-finished products.

The moment the old man saw these half-finished products, his eyes suddenly became solemn, he looked at them carefully, and finally took a deep breath, looked at Wang Lin, and said slowly: "I really underestimated you, I didn't expect you to have such an experience, these god-transforming monks and demon beasts, if you didn't fight with them personally, it would be absolutely impossible to carve such a god-like." ”

Wang Lin smiled slightly, and also spoke, just drinking quietly, as if everything the other party said had nothing to do with him.

After a little silence, the old man put down the statue in his hand, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "What's your name?"

"Wang Lin!" Wang Lin said lightly.

The old man nodded, and with a wave of his right hand, the whole person suddenly changed his temperament, from a dirty old guy, he instantly became majestic, although the whole person did not exude any spiritual power on his body, but there was a kind of unfathomable like the sea.

Under the traction of the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body, his eyes suddenly flashed brightly, this old man at this moment, his cultivation, Wang Lin couldn't see through, but after this bright light flashed slightly, it calmed down, Wang Lin took a sip of wine, and said: "Senior, junior, this thatched hut really can't stand the toss, you should take it away." ”

The old man snorted lightly and said, "Boy, let's experience it, this is the artistic conception!"

As he spoke, his whole body suddenly moved, and suddenly a sense of raging rage enveloped the entire store, but it was quite miraculous that it did not damage the store's bricks and tiles, and did not reveal the slightest bit of it.

At this moment, the inside and outside of the store seem to be two worlds that have been cut off with a knife.

This raging and violent aura permeated all around, Wang Lin's body involuntarily burst out with strong spiritual power, resisting it, at this time, his spiritual power, almost as soon as it flowed, he was immediately attracted by this raging and violent breath, and in an instant, he was assimilated by this violent and became crazy.

Under this madness, Wang Lin's eyes showed a hint of horror, the spiritual power in his body was actually not controlled, and he even had a feeling that even his own Yuan Infant was assimilated by the other party's violent aura at this moment, as if at this moment, everything that he had worked hard for more than four hundred years of cultivation had turned into a spell for the other party to attack him at this moment.

"This is the crazy realm of the old man, the old man was transformed into a god with this artistic conception, under this artistic conception, all spiritual power will be assimilated by the artistic conception and controlled by the old man. There was a hint of madness in the old man's voice, and after glancing at Wang Lin, the artistic conception suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

In this short period of time, Wang Lin was already in a cold sweat, he took a deep breath, his right hand trembled a little, picked up the wine jug, and took a big sip, after a long time, the spiritual power in his body gradually calmed down.

"Why didn't I have this kind of artistic conception when I met the Earth Transformation Cultivator before?" Wang Lin was silent for a moment and said

The old man was stunned, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "This ...... I forgot, although I had already controlled my cultivation just now, I was also using the infantile metamorphosis period to stimulate the artistic conception, so this power is a little too great...... In fact, it is impossible for a monk in the god transformation period to display such an artistic conception, but in the magic power, he brought some, hehe, sorry. ”

Wang Lin glanced at the old man with a wry smile, and muttered to himself in his heart: "Artistic conception...... This is the mood ......"

The old man's eyes rolled, his face showed a thief's eyebrows, and he said in a low voice: "Use Huafan to feel the artistic conception of each person, and through the artistic conception, make the final breakthrough of the Yuan Infant and reach the Transformation of God, this is the process that every monk needs to go through when he wants to break through the Yuan Infant." Young man, would you like to experience other people's artistic conceptions, which will be very good for you?"

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he knew that he had experienced the artistic conception of other transformation periods, although this kind of thing had a certain degree of danger, but the benefits were great.

He looked at the old man, and did not agree immediately, but said slowly: "What price do I have to pay?"

The old man's eyes narrowed, patted his chest, and said: "The price? There is no price, there is no old man, I will protect you, in this fourth-level cultivation country, we can go sideways, it's okay!"

Wang Lin didn't speak, just looked at the old man silently.

Gradually, the old man scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "This ...... I think these statues of yours are good...... This ......"

"Okay, I'll give it all to you!" Wang Lin said decisively.

The old man rolled his eyes, patted his chest with a little annoyance, and said, "What do I want you to do with these low-level magic weapons, there are still some things to look at in those half-finished products, but I also want them to be useless." In this way, I will say directly, you see that I am so handsome and dashing, wise and powerful, and heroic, don't you be impressed? Don't you think that I am a very suitable candidate to make a wood carving in my appearance?"

When the old man first said this, he was still a little blushing, but in the end, he became excited, and his chest beat loudly.

Wang Lin was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, but I can't cultivate enough now, I have to wait until I turn into a god before I can make your wood carving more perfect." ”

The old man immediately became happy, and said again and again: "Don't worry, don't worry, you must carve out the most perfect side of me, ...... By the way, I want to carve **, you must carve me perfectly. Let's do a few more, a hundred!

The old man was happy in his heart, and secretly said that when he went to the Qinglou in the future, or when he met a beautiful woman, he would give him a statue, so that these beauties would definitely remember him for a lifetime.

Especially thinking of the wood carvings that those beauties held themselves in their arms, and the scene with a hint of charm in their eyes, the old man suddenly became excited, the more he looked at Wang Lin, the more pleasing to the eye, and grabbed Wang Lin's body with a big hand, and the two disappeared into the store.

When it appeared, it was already in the middle of the clouds 100,000 miles away from Kyoto.

Wang Lin's divine sense swept away, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart, he roughly estimated that this teleportation was 100,000 li, this kind of cultivation was already terrifying, making him feel a creepy feeling.

You must know that even in the late Yuan Infant period, relying solely on one's own cultivation to teleport, it is only a thousand miles, although Wang Lin does not know how far the teleportation can be after cultivating to reach the transformation of the gods, but obviously, it is absolutely impossible to be a hundred thousand miles.

Wang Lin analyzed that even if he was an infant mutant monk, it was unlikely that he would be able to teleport out of 100,000 miles lightly, and most importantly, this old man did not teleport alone, but with himself, so he was even more jealous of this old man in his heart.

The old man was out of breath at this time, teleporting 100,000 miles, which was also a big burden for him, but as soon as he saw Wang Lin's face full of shock, he immediately raised his chin proudly, pretended to be emotional, and said: "Alas, I am old, and my body bones are also a lot worse, and this teleportation is only more than 100,000 miles, what a shame." Although the old man said this, even a weak-crowned mortal could see the rich smug look on his face.

Wang Lin was silent.

After a long time, the old man gasped, the smug look on his face gradually disappeared, and he said angrily: "Boy, have you ever seen teleportation so far before?"

"Nope. Wang Lin said truthfully.

"Then you see that my old man is so powerful, he doesn't even let out a fart?" The old man's eyes widened, and he said in his heart that he had wasted so much energy, and almost used all the strength to go to the Qinglou to breastfeed, but this kid didn't react at all.

Wang Lin glanced at the old man strangely and said, "The cultivation of the seniors is really the only one seen in the lives of the younger generations, and I admire it below!"

The old man snorted lightly and boasted, "There is a chance to take you to teleport a million miles, so that you can see and understand." After speaking, he pointed to the void in the distance, and said: "That's the White Cloud Sect, let's go, the old man will take you to kick the sect." ”――

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