"Master, then I'm getting taller and taller now. Can I be as powerful as you one day?" Wang Lin looked at his tall body and couldn't help but think of how many hundred meters high when Wuyan showed the golden Buddha statue when he was in Baiyun Mountain.

"Your extreme height at this stage, your practice has something in your practice, and you will know what you will do in the future. You must take one step at a time, remember not to give up the solid foundation for rapid advancement!" Wuyan is very serious about this issue. There are many talented and magical people in the history of cultivation. However, many people are often ambitious and only want to quickly reach the top.

However, the price of doing this will only be understood when they have no way to go. If the foundation is not solid, the building cannot be raised. If it moves rashly, it will only die.

But after thinking about it, Wang Lin’s practice of "Black Iron Body" and "Nine Turns of Nirvana" are not fast-tracking techniques. Even if he has a lot of spiritual power, he cannot be achieved overnight. Instead, he needs to temper his body little by little and compress his spiritual power, Wuyan is happy again.

"But you are different from others. If you can have a quick advancement method, you can try it, as long as you can find it." Wuyan glanced at Wang Lin with a little meaning. The practice of this kind of exercise is an extreme body refining technique. If you want to practice quickly, you must need extremely huge spiritual energy. Even if you have huge spiritual energy, you can only speed up your practice. If you want to achieve it overnight, it is simply nonsense.

"That's great. If there is a way to speed up the practice, I can quickly get through this dark period." Wang Lin knew that his practice speed was too slow. He was older than Zhu Qi and others, but he couldn't catch up with his cultivation level.

Moreover, if you practice Buddhism, your mind does not break through and you have no insights in your heart. Even if you have something to practice, you will not be able to make progress. Now the master can help you find ways to practice quickly, which is enough to make him happy.

Not far from Wang Lin and Wuyan, Hu Ming was refining anti-blood fruit under a small tree.

Unlike Wang Lin who only needs to refine the spiritual energy in the spiritual fruit, what Hu Ming needs is the medicinal properties of the blood-returning fruit that can help people awaken the bloodlines of their ancestors in their bodies.

Around Hu Ming, the blood was filled with mist, as if his blood was evaporated from his body.

Judging from Hu Ming's trembling body and tight face, it is bound to be uneasy to return to the ancestors.

"Master, Hu Ming will not be in trouble, right?" Wang Lin couldn't bear to ask when he saw Hu Ming's painful expression.

Although Wang Lin and Hu Ming are always careless, not convinced each other, and sometimes even act on each other, after nearly two months of getting along, they have regarded each other as brothers. Seeing Hu Ming suffer, he feels uncomfortable.

"You don't have to worry about him. Although this is extremely painful to refine your own bloodline, any demon cultivator is willing to get a chance at all costs. And while giving him the anti-blood fruit, I have untied his seal..." At this point, Wuyan paused for a moment, and then continued: "Your state is just a matter of slap in front of him."

"No, he is so powerful?" Wang Lin remembered that before he received the anti-blood fruit, Wuyan started a massacre because of more than a dozen monsters slaughtering Songshan Village.

Those monsters all looked extremely fierce, but they all looked like they were in front of the master.

This made Wang Lin think that Hu Ming might not be very powerful. He kept his body nearly ten meters high and wanted to show it off to Hu Ming after he finished his work. Although this is a bit black, it can't stand it powerful.

"It's not very powerful, it's just the same realm as the supernatural monks of our Buddhism and the all-image fairy of the Taoist sect." Wuyan thought without any reason.

Wang Lin didn't know how powerful Hu Ming was, but he just felt that he didn't do anything to him when he was discussing with each other before. He thought that he had made progress, and he might be able to beat him.

But he knew about the supernatural powers. Although he did not understand what abilities this state had, it was the next stage of his own practice, the next stage of the Five-Aggregate Monk.

"It seems that he doesn't use a single hand, maybe he can handle me with just one finger..." Wang Lin thought quietly in his heart.

Then Wang Lin silently reduced the running speed of the "Black Iron Body" technique, but maintained it at the speed of independently absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to slowly temper the body. Then, Wang Lin's body also shrank, but it still looked 1.78 meters tall, which was quite low for an 18-year-old boy.

After a while, the blood-colored mist on Hu Ming's body slowly dissipated, and the expression on Hu Ming's face also became calm. Finally, after everything calmed down, Hu Ming opened his eyes. He felt a black lightning flash, which was shocking.

"Hehe, Brother Hu, how do you feel? Did you succeed?" Before Hu Ming could stand up, Wang Lin ran over and flattered.

Hu Ming suddenly felt uncomfortable, but when he remembered that he had flattered Wuyan because he had obtained the anti-blood fruit with double the efficacy, he felt relieved.

He looked at Wuyan carefully, then stood up and said excitedly: "It's a success. The bloodline that had no potential before has now become alive again. With the powerful spiritual energy of the blood-returning fruit, he has broken through a new realm."

Wang Lin's face became stiffer and harder as he listened, thinking to himself: "This should have been what I said, but why now he has become an audience?"

Seeing Wang Lin's embarrassing expression, Hu Ming knew it very well and asked deliberately: "It's incredible that you have refined it in front of me. What are you getting?"

"Forget it, no matter how much you gain, it's nothing compared to you. I'll ask you to discuss it later." Wang Lin deliberately added the pronunciation of the word "discussion", which means that I know what level you are now, so don't try to abuse me.

"It's good, but we need to have the opportunity to meet in the future." Hu Ming's smile disappeared, and separation is always sad, even if it's not a very pleasant separation after getting along.

But then Hu Ming also slanted his eyes and said provocatively: "But I don't think you can catch up with me when you meet in the future."

Wang Lin, who had heard that Hu Ming was really leaving and his emotions began to decline, was also stimulated and responded unwillingly: "Then just wait. Whoever loses next time will be my brother!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you. I'll accept your heart if you want to be your younger brother." After that, Hu Ming jumped without waiting for Wang Lin to answer, and staggered away with the technique of controlling the air that he was not familiar with.

Wang Lin was about to respond, but at the end he turned into: "Is it true that you said you had killed an old monk?"

When we first met, Hu Ming swears that he had killed an old monk who had helped him. Although Wuyan later told him that there was no such cause and effect in Hu Ming, Wang Lin was still resentful, afraid that Hu Ming's words would be true.
Chapter completed!