There are a total of fifty-three practice insights, which means that fifty-three people have practiced this internal skill.
But what's strange is that Lin Yang didn't see his elder brother in those pictures.
Lin Yang thought about it carefully, and then combined it with the state of perfection he had just reached, including the experience of practice, and finally came to a conclusion.
"It's very difficult to practice this internal skill. Even my eldest brother has never started!"
He is very familiar with his cheating ability. Only when the practitioner's realm perception reaches the entry level can he be counted.
If you can't even get started, how can it be called enlightenment?
"If you think about it from another perspective, even a master of martial arts like my elder brother has not been able to get started. This internal skill is indeed unique."
Just like the state of enlightenment absorbed by Lin Yang, some practitioners once sighed with emotion.
This internal power can be called the Zhongtian, the blazing sun!
Because the inner strength gained through cultivation takes the path of the most powerful and powerful people.
Of course, although Lin Yang has achieved the perfect level of "Zhongyang Internal Art", it does not mean that his internal power has been perfected.
He still needs to practice, but with the blessing of the realm, the speed of practice will be unimaginable, and there will be no bottleneck.
It's like his realm is already a huge container, and all he has to do is keep filling it with water.
Regarding the crisis that the Lin family might encounter in the future, Lin Yang always had a sense of urgency lingering in his heart.
The first thing he has to do is to equip himself with the ability to weather the storm.
Therefore, not even a minute or a second can be lost, and improvements must be made before the crisis comes.
And this wooden house is a good place for practice.
Lin Yang randomly found a relatively spacious place without clutter, and sat cross-legged.
Place your hands on both knees, and then start to adjust your breath according to the practice method of Zhongyang Internal Technique.
Because his realm has reached perfection, which represents the pinnacle of experience and skills, he can easily enter the state of breath regulation, and he can be said to be familiar with the road without any difficulties.
He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became calmer, and he instantly entered a state of cultivation.
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At midnight, it was getting dusk, and the world became even colder.
Attendant A Liu tremblingly carried the food box and called outside the courtyard.
"Master, Master, I have brought you food."
Lin Yang's ears twitched slightly, and he came out of the breath control state, temporarily ending his practice.
He raised his palms slightly, and wherever he looked, a very hot air seemed to gather on his hands.
Under the mixture of cold and heat, a faint white mist rises like blue smoke.
This kind of power that could be clearly felt also gave Lin Yang a sense of peace of mind.
Now, he is almost reaching the peak of his inner strength level.
Yes, it only took half a day, and with the help of the Perfect Realm, Lin Yang was about to reach the highest level of "Zhongyang Internal Art".
If word spreads out, this speed is simply appalling, enough to shock the entire mortal world of martial arts.
However, it was not until this step that Lin Yang realized that he had taken it for granted.
Such power is not enough.
If his enemy were just ordinary mortal martial arts masters, Lin Yang was confident that he could crush them with his current strength.
But his enemy has a strange ability. He can resurrect from the dead, turn into black mist, and kill dozens of people in an instant. He is not a mortal at all.
He opened the door of the wooden house and asked A Liu to bring the food box. After A Liu retreated, Lin Yang returned to the house.
He hurriedly picked up a bowl of rice. Even though the dishes in the box were still warm and fragrant, Lin Yang had no intention of eating. He just wanted to be full and put down his chopsticks.
Returning to the original meditating position, Lin Yang entered into practice again.
When he opened his eyes again, about a quarter of an hour had passed. In just a short moment, the level of internal energy that was just a step away from him finally reached perfection.
A hot breath was boiling on his body surface, as if the air around him was rippled.
It wasn't until Lin Yang stopped exercising that the aura gradually dissipated and the surroundings returned to calm.
He didn't get up from where he was, but his eyes were wandering around, as if he was thinking about something.
After a while, he stood up and walked to the bookshelf.
"Maybe I should try more possibilities..." Lin Yang said to himself, reaching out and grabbing another book from the bookshelf.
On the other side, the Lin family's lobby was brightly lit, and a dinner party was being held.
Lin Muren sat in the main seat, looking melancholy and with a hint of sadness.
But he quickly concealed this expression and raised his eyes to look at the three guests sitting at the side of the banquet.
One is a monk wearing monk's robes, with a ring scar on his head, and a strong body. He holds a string of Buddhist beads with his hands clasped together.
There was also a middle-aged man wearing black brocade and a ranger outfit. He had a terrifying scar on his face that extended from his eyebrows to his chin, like a terrifying centipede.
The last person was a short dwarf with a goatee. He stroked his beard from time to time and looked at the decoration in the hall with a hint of joy in his eyes.
Lin Muren picked up the wine glass on the table, stood up and bowed to the three of them.
"Master Kong Wu, Brother Liao, Mr. Qu, I, Lin, would be very grateful to you three experts for coming here today. The safety of my Lin family today depends entirely on these three of you."
"I have pity on my eldest son. His body is not yet cold, and he cannot be buried in this critical situation. If this crisis can be solved, my Lin family will be very grateful."
Although Lin Muren has a frown on his face, as a businessman who has worked hard for many years, it will not affect his lack of grace in speech and communication.
"Amitabha, Donor Lin, you are so polite. You are a pilgrim of my Guangyuan Temple. You have always been willing to do good deeds and have a bodhisattva heart. A poor monk will not stand by and watch.
After the monster is dealt with, I will hand over all the rituals after Master Lin's death to the poor monk, and I will definitely let him go to a blissful life."
The monk named Kong Wu was the first to speak, and then he picked up the tea on the table.
At this time, the short dwarf stood up again, but he had to stand on a stool to be at eye level with others.
He stroked his beard and cupped his hands at Lin Muren with a smile on his face.
"Easy to say, easy to say. I, Laoqu, have always taken people's money to eliminate disasters. As long as you, Boss Lin, can afford the price, even if the King of Heaven comes, I, Laoqu, can protect your Lin family."
"Haha, there are rumors in the world that Mr. Qu loves money as much as his life. When I saw him today, it turned out to be true."
At this time, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes who had remained silent looked at the dwarf and said mockingly.
But the dwarf seemed to have heard the compliment and was not ashamed. Instead, he showed a proud look on his face and did not refute the middle-aged man's words.
The middle-aged man simply didn't bother to pay attention to him, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and greeted Lin Muren in return.
"Brother Lin, you and I have known each other for many years in Wanliu City, and we can be regarded as close friends. I am deeply saddened and sympathize with the tragedy of my nephew.
But don’t worry, no matter who Fang Xiaoxiao is, I, Liao Zong, will definitely avenge my nephew."
After saying that, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass.
"So, I, Mr. Lin, would like to thank the three of you. I am very grateful!" Lin Muren bowed to the three of them.
When Lin Muren returned to his seat, although Lin Muren continued to talk with these three people, even though all three of them promised to protect the Lin family, the sadness on his face never dissipated, and he just tried to restrain himself.
Today, he sent people to send letters to martial arts masters in and around Wanliu City.
However, many experts who usually have a good reputation found various excuses to shirk it when they heard that they were going to face that weird evil cultivator. At night, only these three people came.
As for the second daughter Lin Daihua, who is four hundred miles away in Heguan Mountain, the people sent out may not be able to reach her today.
I don't know if these three people can handle it if the evil cultivator comes tonight.