In the days that followed, Long Chen and Bai Xiaole would challenge Bai Zhantang almost every three or two days. Bai Zhantang was the master of the Temple of War, and his real strength was unimaginable.
Long Chen also knew that Bai Zhantang did this to help him and Bai Xiaole improve, but no one would pierce this layer of window paper.
And fighting against a terrifying powerhouse like Bai Zhantang, even if he uses his cultivation, his breath, and his eyes can bring huge psychological and soul pressure to Long Chen.
Fighting with him will make his power of divine fire quickly solidify, and Long Chen can eat pills with confidence. In five days, Long Chen's realm has improved by two layers of heaven, and has reached the seventh layer of divine fire. Divine Fire Realm late stage.
Above each star, there are seven groups of divine fires running. While the cultivation base is improving, Long Chen's body is also growing wildly. Under the tempering of divine fire, it becomes more and more solid.
As Long Chen's physical strength became stronger and stronger, Bai Zhantang became more and more difficult, because Long Chen's fighting skills were too weird, even if he was negligent, he would suffer a loss, not to mention Bai Xiaole next to him. With the cooperation of his own son, he had to secretly activate the power of blood to block Long Chen's attack.
Long Chen needs to use the power of Bai Zhantang to temper himself, so that his breath can be quickly solidified, and then he can hit the next realm.
Time flies fast, and a month has passed. Long Chen's cultivation base has been promoted to the Nine Heavens of Divine Fire, but Long Chen has not touched the level barriers. At this time, Long Chen understands that his Divine Fire realm is probably still the thirteenth heaven. .
And after the cultivation base reached the peak of Shenhuo Jiuzhongtian, Long Chen's pills were obviously not enough. From the eighth layer to the ninth layer, Long Chen spent more than 30,000 Shenhuhuo spirit pills, including five hundred Many treasures.
There is not enough medicinal pills, so Long Chen can only suspend his cultivation, and under the pressure of Bai Zhantang, Long Chen's realm is extremely solid. With a punch, the fire is agitated, and the potential carries the wind and thunder. Even Bai Zhantang has to deal with it carefully.
And Bai Xiaole is also strong enough. By cooperating with Long Chen, the space technique becomes more and more subtle. Moreover, Long Chen designed some weird combos for him. Bai Zhantang suffered a lot of losses several times. Bai Zhantang cursed on the surface, but in his heart. The joy blossomed, and seeing his son making progress every day, he was happier than anyone else.
And Bai Xiaole was happier than anyone else when he was able to get his revenge. With Long Chen, a guy with rich combat experience, his combat power was growing rapidly every day.
During the period, Bai Xiaole also sneaked around to compete with Bai Shishi, but Bai Shishi didn't pay attention to him at all, which made him think that Bai Shishi was afraid of him and became more arrogant. Like a pole.
Seeing that the Kyushu Conference will start in half a month, Long Chen and Bai Xiaole also stopped challenging Bai Zhantang, and Long Chen needs to settle himself.
It's been almost a year since I came to Lingxiao Academy. In this year, Long Chen seems to have gained a lot, but he seems to have gained nothing.
Walking to the gate of the academy, Long Chen couldn't help feeling filled with emotion when he thought of how desolate he was when he first entered the academy.
"I don't know how they are? Are they all doing well?"
Long Chen stood at the gate and looked at the endless mountains in the distance. He couldn't help feeling a little desolate in his heart. The blood brothers and confidantes were the biggest support in his life. Now they have been separated for so long, but there is no news of them. Missing in the play.
"Meng Qi, Chu Yao, Wan Er, Xiao Yu, Zi Yan, Zhi Qiu, Xiao Qian, Ru Yan, Xiao Yun, Gu Yang, Li Qi, Ming Yuan, Zi Feng, Xia Chen, Guo Ran, A Man, Mo Nian ... "Long Chen read their names, their faces appeared in his mind, and his thoughts became more and more intense.
At the same time, Long Chen thought of Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue in the underworld, and thought of Dan Fairy who died for him. Long Chen found that he had too many things to do.
And these innumerable things are linked together. He knows that the first thing he needs to do now is to become famous at this Kyushu Conference, so that the name of Long Sanye can be heard in the whole fairyland. I believe they will hear the news. Will try to meet him.
In Lingxiao Academy, although he also has many friends, he still feels lonely, and he can't wait to meet them again.
"Swish..."
There was a sound of sweeping the floor, awakening Long Chen from his thoughts, and Long Chen saw the old man sweeping the floor again.
"Senior, such a coincidence..." Long Chen hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.
The sweeping old man smiled slightly, stopped his movements and looked at Long Chen: "Young people are homesick?"
"Well, I really want to." Long Chen nodded.
The old man said: "It seems that you are ready to meet even stronger challenges."
"Well, I'm ready, with them here, I have infinite confidence." Long Chen said.
I don't know why, in the face of this mysterious old man, Long Chen has an inexplicable peace of mind, and he has an indescribable sense of trust. To him, Long Chen doesn't need to do anything to hide.
"Senior, let me help you!" Long Chen reached out and made a move to pick up the broom, but last time the old man rejected him, saying that he was not qualified to sweep, and Long Chen just made an action.
"With your current state of mind, it seems that you can try it?" What Long Chen didn't expect was that the old man smiled and handed the broom to Long Chen.
Long Chen took the broom, but found that the broom seemed to be tied with ordinary wood and grass. The old man used it for a long time, but the tip was not worn.
Feeling that the old man wrapped the broom with a force and was sweeping the floor, Long Chen picked up the broom, wrapped it with the power of his soul, and swept it gently on the ground. When the soul crossed the ground, Long Chen's body trembled slightly. , an unprecedented feeling, straight into the depths of the soul.
The broom is like the tentacles of the soul, and the touch when it crosses the ground seems to make Long Chen feel the heartbeat of the earth for a moment, and the feeling is indescribable.
"How do you feel?" the old man laughed.
"Very good" Long Chen smiled.
"When you're in a good mood, the whole world becomes brighter, and when you're in a bad mood, the world becomes dark.
In fact, it is not the world itself that decides whether the world is good or ugly, but depends on your own heart.
The heart is easily stained with dust. Sweep it occasionally. When the dust goes away, you can see more, see deeper, and recognize yourself better. "The old man said slowly.
"Thank you for the guidance, senior, the junior understands, if the heart is dusty, it is equal to greed, blinding the eyes, and anger.
If the mind is not pure, there will be eyes but not visible. If the eyes are not visible, they will not be able to perceive the high and distant. Therefore, every step is difficult, the future is unclear, and the destiny is not in sight.
Only by seeing yourself clearly first, taking yourself as a mirror, can reflect the distance. "Long Chen said gratefully.
"The children can be taught." The old man nodded with a satisfied smile on his face. After smiling, the old man slowly left.
Long Chen took the broom and gently swept the floor. After the old man's guidance, when the leaves were swept away, revealing the clean ground, as if the boredom in his heart and the dust in his mind were swept away, and the person became clear. The air is refreshing, and it seems that the spiritual realm is improving after each sweep.
Long Chen never thought that a simple action could actually be a kind of profound practice, and feelings, no matter how big or small, could reach the sky.
"Hey, boy, come here and ask you something."
Just when Long Chen was immersed in that wonderful feeling, a sharp and thin voice came, as if a male duck was chirping, which was extremely uncomfortable. (To be continued)