A bright light suddenly flashed in Feng Lin's mind, and he asked, "Sect Master, I don't know that my current martial arts are comparable to how many layers of dragon elephant like martial arts?"

'The Golden Wheel Dharma King's ten-layer dragon elephant prajna skill has almost a hundred years of power, and Feng Lin's current internal strength has almost reached the limit of his body, two or three hundred years for ordinary people. The Demon Lord thought about it secretly and said with a smile: "Eleventh layer, but your internal strength is not pure enough, and your moves are not subtle, and the probability of losing in a real fight accounts for eighty percent." ”

"Hey, hey!" Feng Lin smiled, not impressed. Naturally, he knew what was going on in his own house. When fighting with people, the odds of victory are not great when the skill is equal. But so what, how many people in the world can match his skills? Since he had obtained the Northern Spiritual Skill and absorbed a large amount of internal force, Feng Lin had already decided to take this route of overpowering people with force. Even if the moves are not subtle, he can still rely on his strong skills to bully his opponents, and it can be said that one move is eaten all over the world.

The Demon Lord shook his head secretly, in his eyes, Feng Lin's potential had not yet been fully exploited at this time. In other words, as long as he calms down and tempers his internal strength to achieve mellow Ruyi, and then makes up for the shortcomings of the moves, it only takes two or three years to double his combat effectiveness, even if he encounters the same skill, the victory or defeat is also five or five.

It's a pity that Feng Lin was fascinated by his own achievements.

Feng Lin secretly pondered the time for the cultivation of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, compared the strength of the Esoteric Vajra Sect, and said secretly: "A mediocre person spends a year or two cultivating the first layer, and a person with extraordinary talent is counted as half a year to cultivate the first layer, the second layer uses one year, the third layer uses two years, the fourth layer uses four years, the fifth layer uses eight years, the sixth layer uses sixteen years, and the seventh layer uses thirty-two years. When it was to cultivate to the seventh layer, it would take more than sixty years. Hmph, my skill is better than the tenth layer, and the difference in skill is so huge, it seems that this mission is very easy. ’

When Feng Lin thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was happy to bully the weak. He immediately directed the men, led by his men who were familiar with the terrain of Tibet. Kill the Esoteric Vajra Sect.

Seeing Feng Lin go away, Zhang Feng looked at the cheats in his hand again.

With a goal, Zhang Feng watched while thinking about how to transform it into a practice that was in line with his own exercises. Half an hour later, I saw Zhang Feng raise his head with a stern face, and only slowly exhaled after a long time.

"No wonder this old guy has changed his internal force, not turning it into a Buddhist mind, the difficulty of modification is not ordinary, and it is almost catching up with the difficulty of creating zào. Zhang Feng said secretly in his heart.

"But...... It's fun when it's difficult. The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth rose and he smiled lightly. Be a strong man. They are full of confidence in themselves and confident that they are not inferior to others. What others can do, there is no reason why he can't do it.

He is still young, and he has time. Even if it doesn't work, there are people who can help. Thinking of this, a clear and beautiful figure subconsciously appeared in Zhang Feng's mind, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

......

When Zhang Feng returned to the main altar with the team, Feng Lin, who went out to snatch "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", also happened to come back from completing the task.

"Sect Master, my subordinates live up to expectations. I got my hands on the Esoteric Vajra Sect's "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong". Feng Lin held a quaint book in both hands and presented it to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng nodded, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the book flew into Zhang Feng's palm as if weightless.

Feng Lin's pupils shrank. I was secretly surprised. Absorbing things in the air would not have surprised him, but what really shocked him was that with his current skills, others wanted to capture the dragon with his skills. Martial arts such as Crane Control Gong sucked up things on his body, and he could completely feel a suction. But at this time, Zhang Feng performed it, but he didn't have this feeling. It's as if the book had grown wings on its own and flew away.

If he closed his eyes, he couldn't detect it when Zhang Feng made a move, and he could only feel it when his hand became lighter.

"The sect mastery of skill has reached the pinnacle, and it seems that I also have to cultivate well." Feng Lin thought that he had once absorbed the sword on the table by himself, and because his power was not well controlled, the teacup next to him spread to the ground. Secretly compare the difference between yourself and the sect leader, this is not better than not knowing, and I am ashamed of myself all of a sudden, it is simply the difference between a jade bowl and a broken bowl.

If Zhang Feng knew what Feng Lin was thinking at this time, he would definitely despise him. I don't know how many times I've made up my mind, but every time I look very determined, but in the end, it's three days of fishing and two days of drying nets.

If it weren't for the Northern Shengong to seize the power of others, and to want to cultivate with his mind, it would basically be a fool's dream.

"Sect Master, in addition to the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, the Esoteric Vajra Sect also has a few exercises that are very good. Feng Lin knew that the sect leader had the habit of collecting martial arts cheats, so he took out a few more books from his arms.

"Oh?" Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Tantric Mahamudra, Supreme Yoga Tantra, Supreme Vajra, Five Great Rotations. Feng Lin said.

"Since you think it's good, then learn it yourself. Zhang Feng said. With his current realm, any move is at his fingertips, and he is already not limited to things.

"Tell me about this trip?" Zhang Feng asked curiously, Feng Lin was a bit murderous, and he couldn't destroy the King Kong Sect. If the Vajra Sect is destroyed, what will happen to the Golden Wheel Dharma King in the future?

"Hehe, our Divine Cult is now dominating the world, and people are descending from the wind wherever they pass. As soon as I arrived at the Vajra Sect, the monks politely welcomed us in. However, when I explained my intentions, the monks all changed their faces, as if I wanted their lives, and finally reluctantly gave me the exercises of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong". Feng Lin's face showed a look of smugness.

"Later, I found out that they only gave me the seven-layer 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong' mental method, if it weren't for the sect leader you said that this exercise has thirteen layers, I would have been really sent away by them. Since they don't give face, then I have to give them face. Tsk, "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" is really slow to cultivate, those monks have practiced all their lives, and their martial arts are not good, and they were killed by the people of our God Sect and cried for their fathers and mothers. Of course, there is an old monk who is good, and it is estimated that he has practiced to the ninth level. When he saw that our Cult of God was going on a killing spree, he tried to capture me without knowing whether he was alive or dead. I really admire his lack of knowing whether he lives or dies, I patted him lightly, and he was slapped away by me. Feng Lin's eyebrows fluttered, describing his glorious achievements.

"Sect Master, this "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" is really a good thing, and it is very durable. The old monk was slapped by me, although I didn't use all my strength, but if I changed people, I would have swallowed my breath, but he could still stand up. Later, this monk failed to hit the tenth layer in despair, and he killed people when he saw them under the madness, but he didn't expect to be killed by me with three palms. Feng Lin was very proud.

"And then, how did you find the whole book?" Zhang Feng said.

"There are always a few people who are afraid of death, and the rest promise to give me martial arts in order to survive. However, I saw that these monks were not pleasing to the eye, so I took away all their martial arts, which was regarded as punishing them for not giving us face in the first place. Feng Lin said with a smile. (To be continued......)