Kicking the Sect

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Senior, I haven't seen you for seven years, and your style remains the same."

The old man's face was even more strange. He stared at Wang Lin for a long time before sighing. There was a rare hint of praise in his eyes and said, "Huafan...you have really Huafan!"

Wang Lin picked up the wine pot from the small pot, poured a cup, and then drank it and said, "I am just struggling among mortals, so how can I have the freedom of my seniors playing in the world?"

The old man took a deep breath, snatched the wine pot, poured a glass for himself, and said, "I have seen countless god-turning monks in my life, but you are the first one who can achieve mortal transformation in six years!"

Wang Lin didn't speak, and his mood did not fluctuate at all. He just smiled slightly and looked at the actor rap.

The old man looked straight at Wang Lin. After a long time, his eyes became more appreciative and said, "It's not that the flesh and flesh are similar, but the spirit is similar. Young man, if you can understand the artistic conception, then within a hundred years, I can guarantee that you can transform into a god!"

Wang Lin turned his head, took a sip of wine, and said, "What is artistic conception?"

The old man was about to speak, suddenly his eyes turned and laughed, "Look, this man is old and hungry, and can't remember anything."

Wang Lin looked at the old man seriously and smiled, "Senior, watch the show slowly, and I will say goodbye!" As he said that, he stood up and left the inn with a wine pot.

The old man was stunned, then his eyes lit up and he murmured to himself: "It's interesting."

Wang Lin walked slowly on the street with a wine pot, stepped on the fallen leaves under his feet, returned to the store, opened the store door, and walked in.

As soon as he stepped forward, the old man's obscene voice came over: "Yes, it turns out that you have been here for the past six years."

The old man appeared behind Wang Lin at some point. He walked in with him, looked around and his eyes gradually showed a look of surprise.

Wang Lin did not show any surprises about the old man's appearance, but sat aside, drinking and looking at the other person.

"Jiulong, fire spider, heavenly sound beast, bell and drum, eight-clawed sword beast, Minlun... Wah, you are not bad, you are the most monsters in the sea of ​​demons have been brought here by you." The more you looked at the old man, the more surprised the look became, and finally his eyes suddenly swept, landing on a wooden frame in the corner of the shop. With his right hand, the wood carvings in the wooden frame flew out one by one.

These wood carvings are all semi-finished products.

The old man suddenly looked at these semi-finished products, and he looked at them carefully one by one. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked at Wang Lin, and said slowly: "I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that you had such an experience. If these god-transforming cultivators and monsters were not fighting with them personally, it would definitely not have been so similar to each other."

Wang Lin smiled slightly, didn't say anything, but just drank quietly, as if everything the other party said had nothing to do with him.

After pondering for a while, the old man put down the statue in his hand, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "What's your name?"

"Wang Lin!" Wang Lin said lightly.

The old man nodded, waved his right hand, and suddenly his temperament changed suddenly. He became majestic from a dirty old guy. Although he did not exude any majesty of spiritual power on his body, he felt like the sea.

Under the pulling of the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body, his eyes suddenly flashed. At this moment, Wang Lin could not see through his cultivation level. However, after the bright light flashed slightly, he calmed down. Wang Lin took a sip of wine and said, "Senior, I really can't stand the tossing of this hut. You should collect it."

The old man snorted and said, "Boy, let's experience it, this is the artistic conception!"

As he said that, his breath suddenly moved, and a sense of raging and violentness enveloped the entire store, but it was quite magical and did not damage the store's bricks and tiles, and there was no trace of it.

At this moment, inside and outside the store, it seemed like two worlds were cut off by one-size-fits-all.

This violent and violent aura spread around Wang Lin's body involuntarily burst out with strong spiritual power to resist it. At this time, his spiritual power was immediately attracted by the violent aura as soon as it flowed. In an instant, he was assimilated by the violent aura and became crazy.

Under this madness, Wang Lin's eyes showed a look of horror. The spiritual power in his body was not controlled. He even felt that even his Nascent Soul was assimilated by the other party's violent aura at this moment, as if at this moment, everything he had worked hard for more than 400 years turned into a spell for the other party to attack him.

"This is my crazy state. I used this artistic conception to transform my spirits. Under this artistic conception, all the spiritual power will be assimilated by the artistic conception and allowed to be controlled by the artistic conception." A trace of madness appeared in the old man's voice. After looking at Wang Lin, the artistic conception immediately dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

In these few short breaths, Wang Lin was already sweating. He took a deep breath, his right hand trembled, picked up the wine pot, and took a big sip. After a long time, his spiritual power gradually subsided.

"Why do the god-transforming monks I met before do not have this kind of artistic feeling?" Wang Lin said silent for a moment.

The old man was stunned, scratched his head, and said awkwardly: "This... I forgot. Although I had controlled my cultivation just now, I also used the Infant Change Stage to activate the artistic conception, so this power is a little too great... In fact, it is impossible for a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage to display such artistic conception. He just brought some in the magical powers. Hehe, I'm sorry."

Wang Lin looked at the old man with a wry smile, muttering to himself: "Artistic...this is artistic conception..."

The old man's eyes turned, and his face showed a look of scammer's eyes. He whispered: "Use the Huanfan to feel the artistic conception of everyone. Through the artistic conception, the ultimate breakthrough of the Nascent Soul and the transformation of the gods is the process that every monk needs to go through when he wants to break through the Nascent Soul. Young man, should you experience the artistic conception of others? Is this very good for you?"

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. You should know that although this kind of thing is dangerous, it has great benefits.

He looked at the old man and did not agree immediately, but said slowly: "What price should I pay?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, patted his chest, and said, "The price? There is no price. I will protect you. In this fourth-level cultivation country, we can walk sideways, it's okay!"

Wang Lin didn't say anything, but just looked at the old man silently.

Gradually, the old man scratched his head awkwardly and said, "This...I think these statues of yours are good...this..."

"Okay, I'll give it to you all!" Wang Lin said decisively.

The old man rolled his eyes, slapped his chest with a slight anger, and said, "What do I want you to do with these low-level magic weapons? There are only half-finished products in it, but I also want them to be useless. In this way, I just said, "Look at me, I'm so handsome, wise, and heroic, aren't you moved? Don't you think I'm a person who is very suitable to make wood carvings in my appearance?"

When the old man just said that, he was still a little blushing, but at the end he was excited and his chest was slapped.

Wang Lin was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes! But I don't have enough cultivation now. I have to wait until my transformation into the gods before I can make your wood carving perfect."

The old man immediately became happy and said repeatedly: "Don't worry, don't worry, you must carve my most perfect side, Well... By the way, I want to carve naked bodies, you must carve me perfectly. Let's do a few more, one hundred! That's all!"

The old man felt happy and thought that when he went to brothels or met beautiful women, he would present his statue. In this way, these beautiful women would remember them for the rest of their lives.

Especially when thinking about the wood sculptures that were holding their own in their arms and showing a touch of charm in their eyes, the old man suddenly became excited. The more he looked at Wang Lin, the more he liked him. With a big hand, he grabbed Wang Lin's body and moved, and the two disappeared into the store.

When it appeared, it was already in the mid-air of the clouds a hundred thousand miles away from Kyoto.

Wang Lin swept his spiritual sense and was shocked. He roughly estimated that this teleportation would be 100,000 miles. This kind of cultivation was already terrifying, making him feel creepy.

You should know that even in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, relying solely on one's own cultivation level, it is only a thousand miles away. Although Wang Lin does not know how far he can teleport after his cultivation level reaches the level of transformation of the gods, it is obviously impossible to be one hundred thousand miles away.

Wang Lin analyzed that even a cultivator in the Infant Transformation Stage would not be likely to teleport out of ten thousand miles in an understatement. And most importantly, the old man did not teleport alone, but took him to teleport together. In this way, he was even more afraid of the old man.

The old man was panting and teleporting 100,000 miles was a great burden for him. As soon as he saw Wang Lin's shocked expression, he immediately raised his chin proudly, pretended to be emotional, and said, "Oh, I'm old and my body is much worse. It's only a few hundred thousand miles to teleport once, which is really shameful." Although the old man said this, even a weak mortal could see the rich pride on his face.

Wang Lin remained silent.

After a long time, the old man gasped, the smug look on his face gradually disappeared, and he said angrily: "Boy, have you ever seen teleporting so far before?"

"No." Wang Lin said truthfully.

"Then you see that I am so powerful, and you don't even make a fart?" The old man glared and thought that he had been useless so much energy that he almost used all the energy to go to the brothel to feed. The kid had no reaction at all.

Wang Lin glanced at the old man strangely and said, "The cultivation level of seniors is the only one I have seen in my life. I admire you!"
Chapter completed!