In the middle of the night, the aura in Fang Lin's body had already started to operate on its own, and the aura of wine was emitted by the aura, and there was no sequelae of headaches.

When Fang Lin woke up, he saw that Zhuang Huai was sleeping soundly, so he went to get the bed quilt and covered it for him, and then walked out of the meditation room and went back to his own room.

When Fang Lin returned to his meditation room, Xiao Xue hadn't slept yet, she was sitting at the table, and Caitlin was being held by the immovable Ming King Yin, staring at Fang Lin with her eyes open.

This made Fang Lin angry enough, and he almost slapped him over, but he was afraid that the slap would be wasted by his own hand, so he dispelled this idea.

"Sister Xiaoxue hasn't slept yet, now you are no different from an ordinary person, you don't need to rest?" Fang Lin walked to the table and sat with him.

Xiaoxue held the handful, looking sad.

"Alas, what kind of hell is this place, why can't I sense the aura at all, it's not like the spiritual power of the East Universe, even if it's the East Universe, you can sense the breath, this place is completely different, not even the breath that the aura once existed, as if you came to a new world. What's even more infuriating is that why that little child-like stinky fart monk has such high strength, I have a feeling that even if I am at my peak body, he wants to deal with me, and I have no power to parry. When he treated me, he could see through my body at a glance, and my heart couldn't help but be scared when I looked at him. I used to think that I was already at the top of the pyramid in the universe, and the feeling when I looked at him was like looking up at a big mountain, which made people feel awe. You say yes, Caitlin, you think so too. With that, Xiaoxue looked at Catelyn.

Catelyn's eyes were still full of anger, but she blinked in agreement after a while. Nonsense, a piece of paper suppressed oneself, can it not be strong? Although he said that his aura could not be used, his physical strength was also top-notch, so he was suppressed.

Fang Lin laughed, "Sister Xiaoxue, it's ridiculous for you to worry about this kind of thing." Actually, if you think about it, it's a blessing to have this kind of higher being, and if you think about it, when you thought you were at the top of the pyramid, did you ever feel lonely in a high place? Now that you have a higher existence, you will have the determination to climb higher?

Xiaoxue thought about it and nodded silently.

However, as soon as she figured it out, she began to worry again, "But how can you leave this hellish place now, I can't practice in this place." ”

Fang Lin took out the aura he had collected and asked Xiao Xue, "Sister Xiao Xue, there is still a lot of aura you collected for me at the beginning, why don't you take it to recover your body first?"

Who knew that Xiaoxue said with disgust on her face: "Come on, just your little bit of spiritual energy, enough for me?" My physique is special, and the spiritual energy required is huge, just that point, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even recover to the spirit realm." ”

Fang Lin scolded: Okay, this is still too little aura, it would be good to restore your strength. But he didn't dare to say this: "Sister Xiaoxue, don't look at this aura, but if you use it well, you can still recover to the spirit transformation, according to my absorption and refining speed, I can't break the refining body to the spirit refining in a while." You also said that we are now in another world, and a little more strength is a little more security, aren't people in the path most afraid of that eventuality? Maybe just because of this aura, maybe it is the straw that saves them. ”

After Xiao Xue thought about it, she unceremoniously snatched the spirit beast and absorbed all the spiritual energy collected by Fang Lin into her body and began to refine.

Fang Lin saw that Xiaoxue had already started to cultivate, so he didn't bother him anymore, walked past the bed, looked at Caitlin with an unconvinced face, and slapped the other party's head, as if he didn't see the woman's eyes were about to burst into anger, Fang Lin also said: "Oh, head*! Then he lay down in bed and began to sleep.

When the sky was bright, Xiao Xue spit out a breath of turbid qi, she had refined all the spiritual energy, and successfully recovered to the peak of the ninth stage of spirit refining, only one line away from the spirit transformation.

After all, Zhuang Huai was also a martial artist before, and his recovery was extremely fast. When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn, and after cleaning up the drunken filth under the table, and carrying the quilt back to the bed, he came to the square in front of the lotus pond.

I don't know if it's the reason for drinking for the first time, or if the stamina of the wine is really big enough, Zhuang Huai only felt a headache after waking up.

But no matter how much the head hurts, it is not as distressed as the heart, and the use of wine to relieve sorrow is only a temporary effect.

Zhuang Huai stood still in the courtyard and began to think about his previous moves, starting with the most basic standing horse steps, and slowly evolving towards more complex moves.

His martial arts talent is extremely strong, as can be seen from how much his father values him.

In just a few hours, after a burst of sound from his body, the young Zhuang Huai re-entered the previous peak.

The temple named Ruthless has already ended meditating since the young man began to practice martial arts again, and has been watching the young man walk from the very beginning, and he does not bother, since it is already the destiny of heaven, even if he is the master of this world, there is no way.

After Zhuang Huai finished playing a complete set of moves, he noticed the prison temple in a white robe.

"Master" Zhuang Huai folded his hands and performed a Buddhist salute.

The young superintendent also smiled and bowed his head in return, but when he bowed his head, a string of rosaries fell from his hand for no reason, broke after touching the ground, and the rosary beads were scattered on the ground one by one.

"Can you bother Gongzi Zhuang to pick up the rosary for the poor monk?"

Zhuang Huai smiled and said, "Naturally." ”

And when he lowered his body and was about to pick up the nearest Buddha bead, he found that the Buddha bead seemed to have taken root on the ground, and no matter how much strength Zhuang Huai used, he couldn't pick it up.

"Alas, Childe will try another one?"

After listening to this, Zhuang Huai went to get another one, but found that it was still the same as the previous one, and he couldn't pick it up at all.

Zhuang Huai looked up at Ruthless, as if he was thinking about whether this prison temple was joking with himself.

The ruthless eyes are helpless, but there is no joke at all.

"Zhuang Gongzi, try something else, the poor monk has no intention of joking with the child, please believe the poor monk. ”

Zhuang Huai thought about it, and also felt that this master of the temple with a good reputation would not have that boring mind, so he lowered his head and tried others.

He tried many times, but he didn't pick it up, and when only the last one was left, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, although he didn't know what kind of medicine the master bought in the gourd, but he also vaguely felt that the master must have a reason for this.

The juvenile supervisor also frowned, watching Zhuang Huai prepare to try the last rosary.

I saw Zhuang Huai's fingers touching the rosary, and then his fingers were forced, ready to pick up the last rosary.

The rosary was the same, as if it had grown on the ground, and the green tendons on Zhuang Huai's wrist were about to burst out.

Just when the temple was about to be disappointed, Zhuang Huai roared "ah", and the rosary was finally picked up.

Zhuang Huai was panting, holding the rosary that was really precious to Zhuang Huai in both hands.

The head of the temple exhaled, "There is still a chance. ”

Then he twisted his fingers over the rosary, flicked his fingers, and the rosary turned into a golden light in Zhuang Huai's brain and flew into Zhuang Huai's brain.

Zhuang Huai didn't feel any discomfort, just looked at the master with puzzled eyes.

The young superintendent just said, "You will use it in the future, and you don't need to be grateful to me when the time comes, just worship under my door." ”

The young man didn't think so, this Dharma master was indeed strong, but he was a scholar, and what he longed for more than reading was the way of martial arts, the chic world, how could he worship the Buddha with many rules? Even if the rosary was of great use to himself, he wouldn't.

The Juvenile Prison Temple also seemed to see through Zhuang Huai's thoughts, and said lightly: "These, let's talk about them later." After speaking, he didn't care about Zhuang Huai, and left by himself.

Zhuang Huai touched his head strangely.

Then he was about to go and tell Fang Lin that he was going down the mountain and go home, and he was going to tell his father that he was going to practice martial arts again.