"Little fat man, can the fire-type spiritual power in my body be sublimated?"

"What?" Pangda stopped in the air while drinking, and asked with a look of his head, "You still want to continue to sublimate the fire-type spiritual power in his body. Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid of death!" Lin Ziyu said truthfully and seriously: "But the amount of spiritual power in my body is already less than that of others, and my cultivation is slower than others."

As he said that, a hint of gloom appeared on his face, but it was soon replaced by firm decisiveness.

"If I do, if I don't purify my spiritual power to the extreme, how can I stand above everyone?"

Lin Ziyu knew that he was taking a risk, but this risk was worth it, and he had to take it too.

The Fengyun Arena with Zuo Yanghui must not lose, otherwise Zuo Yanghui will definitely kill him.

You must never be a crane tail with strength.

No one looks down on the rear of the crane.

You must make rapid progress in order to become a dazzling star and remove the name of "waste".

He has really had enough of the word "waste"!

Looking at Lin Ziyu's eyes with extremely firm eyes, the little fat panda seemed to be moved.

The atmosphere was slightly silent for a moment, and Pangda twisted his butt and walked to Lin Ziyu, stretching out his right claw.

Taking Lin Ziyu's vein, he looked like an old Chinese doctor's eyes closed...

After a moment.

"Little fat man, how about it?" Lin Ziyu asked with some expectation, feeling a little nervous.

He really wanted to refine and sublimate the fire-type spiritual power in his body.

Every time you refine and sublimate, it means that the power of the battle skills you cast will be even better.

However, Pangda finally shook his chubby head and poured a scoop of cold water on Lin Ziyu's head.

"Now the fire-type spiritual power in your body has reached the limit that your current body can bear. If you refine and sublimate it again, you will explode and die."

Lin Ziyu felt disappointed when he heard this, but at this time, Pangda's voice sounded again.

"When you, you break through the induction state, you can continue to refine and sublimate."

"It can be twice. When the stupid one breaks into the Body Refining Realm, I can give you a secret technique."

"I can't guarantee anything else, but it can guarantee that you can make your spiritual power to the extreme before the Spirit Gathering Realm. It depends on whether you can endure that kind of suffering!"

"Of course I can bear it!" Lin Ziyu chuckled, as if he didn't take that kind of pain into consideration.

Just endure hardship!

Only by enduring hardships can one become the best.

In order to become stronger and to completely get rid of the name of waste, what can you think of if you suffer some hardship?

It is guaranteed that the spiritual power in his body can be purified to the extreme before the Spirit Gathering Realm. This means that by then, the combat skills he cast will reach the extreme of power he can master, which is a very terrifying thing at this time.

After slowly approaching the back mountain, Lin Ziyu found a rock that only three people could embrace each other.

The right palm flipped lightly, and the pure red spiritual flames rushed out, jumping out in the palm, leaping like an elf.

The right palm turned lightly, and the actual flame transformed by the spiritual power was compressed by Lin Ziyu and gradually became smaller.

When the compression is extreme and can no longer become smaller, and when it is about to explode, the right palm suddenly becomes a fist and clenches...

"boom!"

With a roar, the spiritual flame suddenly attached to the right fist, burning violently, and the flames roared.

"drink!"

With a low shout, Lin Ziyu stepped on the ground with both feet, rushed out with all his strength, and rushed towards the rock in front of him.

"Bang!"

With a burst, the rock suddenly shattered, and the rocks splashed, deeply recessed into the ground.

Looking at the bamboos around me, they were hit by the splashing rocks and instantly broke into the waist.

"Well, that's right. This punch is comparable to the punch of a cultivator at the peak of sensing!"

Pangda nodded, revealing the look of an old man who pretended to be deep, but he looked very funny.

Without the need for the fat panda to say, Lin Ziyu also noticed the extraordinary sound of his punch.

As for spiritual power, you can master the second level and achieve a little success, which is indeed extraordinary.

With one thousand and eight kilograms of strength, he punched out with all his strength, and actually hit a huge force comparable to five thousand kilograms.

Of course, Lin Ziyu used the effect of Tai Chi soft boxing skills at this time, if there was no combat skills...

Attacking another hard rock of the same size, the fire-type spiritual power wrapped around his fist and bombarded him...

"boom!"

The rock instantly listed several deep marks, and this punch reached the power of three thousand kilograms.

It's comparable to the middle state of induction.

I also felt shocked and glad in my heart. The difference between the peak and the middle state of sensing is that the rock suddenly collapses, and the latter only has deep marks.

The difference is huge.

Fortunately, Shen Feng, who was at the peak of the induction realm, underestimated the enemy and did not use all his strength to him, otherwise.

Even if he used the four or four taels of Tai Chi Fist to make a huge difference, he would probably not be able to defeat Shen Feng.

I was even more secretly glad that I was lucky enough to have the strange and bizarre Phantom Sword Rainbow. Otherwise, if I wanted to cross the four realms to defeat Hua Qing and Zhao Ye, who were all at the peak of sensing, I would have joined forces?

That's simply a dream of being cannibalized!

Of course, now he has mastered the fire-type spiritual power in his body to the second level and achieved a little success. It is different. Even Shen Feng cannot beat him with all his strength.

But Lin Ziyu also knew clearly that his fist could produce such extraordinary power as five thousand kilograms, not only because he achieved a slight contribution to mastering the second level of fire-type spiritual power.

It is also related to his strange attack method.

He had a habit of compressing his spiritual power crazily every time he made a move, and his sonic explosions were bursting.

When compressed to the extreme, take action again, so that the power of each attack will be increased.

However, the cultivators in this world do not have this habit or consciousness. They directly use the spiritual power in their bodies, and use combat skills to take action.

The reason why Lin Ziyu compresses his spiritual power to the extreme every time he punches is because his mind is still deeply imprinted with the scientific knowledge of the previous world.

For example, when hydrogen and oxygen are compressed to the extreme, a violent explosion will occur...

Therefore, Lin Ziyu thought that by compressing spiritual power to the extreme, it would definitely have a significant increase effect.

The result is obvious, and his guess is right! And the amplification effect is obvious.

Of course, to compress the spiritual power to the extreme before taking action, you need to have a very strong control over the spiritual power.

And coincidentally, Lin Ziyu has it.

He practiced with the ultimate spiritual technique and had a very high degree of control over the spiritual power in his body, and had reached the level of terror that was like a finger arm.

If you don’t have enough control, you will probably hurt yourself if you rashly compress your spiritual power crazy.

Lin Ziyu returned to Genting Courtyard with satisfaction and went to the bedroom to take a look.

The quilt was neatly spread on the bed, and Ying Shuli was gone, and she must have gone back to Prajna Peak.

Think about Ying Shuli, a well-educated, and even somewhat conservative woman, has such a habit of sleeping.

This is really... Lin Ziyu couldn't help but shake his head and showed a complex and bitter smile.

Time flies, and the day of the three-year training meeting is coming in a blink of an eye.

Lin Ziyu, who was tying his hair, turned his head and looked at the ancient European-style bed, and his heart was filled with ripples.

Last night, the picture was still held by a soft body, and it was still so comfortable.

He also secretly opened his eyes and checked again, but he did not find anyone, just thought that he had an illusion or was imagining.

After getting off Xiaoyao Peak, Lin Ziyu saw three at the exit of Xuanyun Gate at the suspension bridge.

Du Yuze, Li Chenfeng, and Ying Shuli.

At this time, thousands of disciples from the peak had gathered in Xuanyun Square, all of whom were going to participate in the training.

The heads were surging, and there were a large area of ​​people, whispering in groups of three or three, talking about something.

Since those who participated in this training conference were all disciples who had been in the art for less than ten years, they were really younger, and there were no older generation disciples who seemed young but were actually hundreds of years old.

"Brother Yu!"

Du Yuze, who was paced back and forth, saw Lin Ziyu first, smiled and waved his hand to greet him.

"Brother!" Li Chenfeng also screamed.

Ying Shuli also saw Lin Ziyu, but immediately turned her head in shame, her face blushed and a layer of blushing.

Maybe I was thinking about my embarrassing sleeping habits and felt a little embarrassed to look at Lin Ziyu!

As he got closer, Du Yuze said strangely: "Hey, Brother Yu, you're going to participate in the training soon. Why are you wearing the standard Taoist robe from Xiaoyao Peak?"

"Uh..." Lin Ziyu was a little surprised: "Is it not allowed to wear standard Taoist robes when practicing?"

"That's not! Just..." Du Yuze had a little worry on his face, as if he was worried about something.

"Just what?" Lin Ziyu also saw that Du Yuze seemed to be worried about what he was.

Du Yuze hesitated for a moment and laughed, "Brother Yu, you don't know yet, you are a little hated now."

"I heard that you got on Senior Sister Yang Manli from Prajna Peak again yesterday? I'm worried that you would be very eye-catching when you wear the standard Taoist robe of Xiaoyao Peak, which will cause siege and intercept the male disciples!"

Lin Ziyu fell silent when he heard this.

Du Yuze said it reasonably. He had just entered Xuanyun Gate for more than half a month and "between" the world of several goddesses, which really attracted the envy, jealousy and hatred of male disciples!

Just now, as soon as he appeared, he saw many eyes looking at him, one by one, his eyes were full of hostility, and his hands were tightly clenched.

Judging from the situation, I wanted to rush over and beat myself up on the spot, and greeted him with his fists.

"Well, Yuze, you are right in worry. It is indeed not suitable to wear this conspicuous Taoist robe anymore." Lin Ziyu nodded and said in a deep voice, but he had a problem now.

"But, Yuze, I don't have any other robes except this blue and white Taoist robe."

Lin Ziyu's words were not lying. He really had no other clothes except the standard Taoist robe in Xiaoyao Peak.

The one who came up the mountain and the coarse cloth clothes were exactly the same as the servants of Wang Jingye’s family.

If you wear this...

Tsk tsk tsk.

It will definitely be laughed at by others.
Chapter completed!