Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Senior, I haven't seen him in seven years, and his style remains the same."
The old man's face became more weird. He stared at Wang Lin for a long time before he sighed. There was a rare glimmer of admiration in his eyes, and he said: "Hua Fan... You actually turned into a Fan!"
Wang Lin picked up the jug from the small pot, poured a glass, and said after drinking, "The juniors are just struggling among the mortals. How can the predecessors have the ease of playing in the world."
The old man took a deep breath, grabbed the jug, poured himself a glass, and said: "The old man has seen countless cultivators in his life, but you can be the first one to become a mortal in six years!"
Wang Lin didn't speak, his mood didn't fluctuate, he just smiled slightly and looked at the actor raping.
The old man looked straight at Wang Lin. After a long time, his eyes became more admired, and he said, "It's not like flesh and blood, but likeness, young man, if you can experience the artistic conception, then within a hundred years, I can guarantee that you Can transform God!"
Wang Lin turned his head, took a sip of wine, and said, "What is artistic conception?"
The old man was about to talk, suddenly his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Look, this man is getting old, he is hungry, and he can't remember anything."
Wang Lin took a serious look at the old man and smiled: "Senior is watching the show slowly, and the younger is leaving!" Then, holding the hip flask, he got up and left the inn.
The old man was startled, his eyes flashed, and he muttered to himself: "Interesting."
Wang Lin was carrying a hip flask. Walk slowly down the street. Stepping on the fallen leaves under your feet. Back to the shop. After opening the shop door. Walked in.
He just stepped forward on his front foot. 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 did not know when he appeared behind Wang Lin. Follow him in. Look around. His eyes gradually showed surprise.
Wang Lin's appearance of the old man. Did not reveal any surprises, but sat aside. Drinking wine. Looking at each other.
"Falling dragons, fire spiders, Tianyin beasts, bells and drums, eight-clawed sword beasts, Tilun... You are a good boy. Most of the monsters in Xiu Mohai. You have moved in." The old man looked more and more. The color of surprise became stronger. Finally, his eyes swept away. It landed on a wooden frame in the corner of the shop. Call with the right hand. The woodcarving in the wooden frame. Suddenly flew out one by one.
These wood carvings are all semi-finished products.
The moment the old man saw these semi-finished products, his eyes suddenly became serious, he looked at them carefully, and finally took a deep breath, looked at Wang Lin, and slowly said: "I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to With such an experience, these monks and monsters in the transformation stage would definitely not be able to carve such a miracle if you didn't fight with them personally."
Wang Lin smiled slightly and spoke, just drinking quietly, as if everything the other party said had nothing to do with him.
After pondering a little, 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 and waved his right hand. Suddenly, the whole person's temperament completely changed. From a dirty old guy, he instantly became majestic. Although the body did not exude any spiritual majesty, it was kind of like the ocean. As unfathomable.
Under the influence of spiritual force in Wang Lin's body, his eyes flashed brightly. At this moment, Wang Lin couldn't see through his cultivation level, but after the bright light flashed slightly, he calmed down, and Wang Lin took a sip. Jiu, said: "Senior, this hut, this junior, really can't stand the toss, you should just accept it."
The old man snorted softly and said, "Boy, get a feel for it, this is the artistic conception!"
As he said, his whole body suddenly moved, and a sense of raging violent raging suddenly enveloped the entire shop, but it was quite magical that it did not damage the bricks of the shop, and did not show any signs of it.
At this moment, the inside and outside of the shop seem to be two worlds severed by a single knife.
This raging and violent aura permeated all around, Wang Lin's body involuntarily burst out with strong spiritual power to resist it. At this time, his spiritual power, almost as soon as it flowed, was immediately attracted by this raging and violent aura. In an instant, he was assimilated by this rage and became crazy.
Under this madness, Wang Lin showed a hint of horror in his eyes. The spiritual power in his body was not controlled, and he even had a feeling that even his Yuan Ying was born at this moment by the opponent's violent The breath assimilated, as if at this moment, everything he had cultivated for more than four hundred years of hard work, at this moment, turned into the opponent's spell to attack him.
"This is the madness of the old man. The old man used this artistic conception to transform his gods. Under this artistic conception, all spiritual power will be assimilated by the artistic conception and let the old man control it." There was a trace of madness in the old man's voice. After taking a look at Wang Lin, his artistic conception disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.
In these short breaths, Wang Lin was already in a cold sweat. He took a deep breath, shaking his right hand, picked up the hip flask, and took a big sip. After a long time, the spiritual power in his body gradually calmed down. .
"Why didn't the cultivator who I met before didn't have this kind of artistic conception?" Wang Lin was silent for a moment and said.
The old man was startled, scratched his head, and said embarrassingly: "This... I forgot. Although I have controlled the cultivation level just now, I also used the infant transition period to stimulate the mood, so this power is a little bigger... In fact, it is impossible for a monk in the transformation stage to display such an artistic conception. It is just that he has brought some magical powers, hehe, sorry."
Wang Lin gave the old man a wry smile, and muttered to himself: "Yijing... This is Yijing..."
The old man turned his eyes, his face showed a look of thieves, and he whispered: "Using Huafan to feel the mood of each person, through the mood, it will finally break through the Yuan Ying and reach the god of transformation. This is what every monk is thinking. It’s a process you need to go through when you want to break through the Nascent Soul. Young man, do you want to experience other people’s moods, is this great for you?"
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he must know that to experience the moods of other stages of transforming the gods, although this kind of thing has a certain degree of danger, but the benefits are enormous.
He looked at the old man, and did not immediately agree, but slowly said: "What price do I have to pay?"
The old man squinted his eyes and patted his chest, and said: "The price? There is no price. I have an old man to protect you. In this four-level cultivation country, we can walk sideways, it's okay!"
Wang Lin did not speak, but looked at the old man in silence.
Gradually, the old man scratched his head awkwardly and said, "This... I think your statues are pretty good... This..."
"Okay, I'll give you everything!" Wang Lin said decisively.
The old man rolled his eyes, patted his chest a little annoyed, and said: "What do I want you to do with these low-level magic weapons? The semi-finished products are still worth seeing, but I want them to be useless. In this way, I will just say it, you see. I'm so handsome, wise and powerful, and heroic, don't you think you are not moved? Don't you think that I am a very suitable person to make wood carvings in my appearance?"
The old man blushed a little when he first said it, but at the end of the speech, he got excited and his chest clattered loudly.
Wang Lin was taken aback, nodded and said: "Yes! But my cultivation level is not enough now. I have to wait for the god of transformation before I can make your wood carvings more perfect."
The old man immediately became happy and said again and again: "Don't worry, don't worry, you must carve out the most perfect side of me, um... By the way, I want to carve naked, and you must make my carve perfect. This way. Let’s make a few more, one hundred! Just one hundred!"
The old man felt very happy, and secretly said that when he went to the brothel in the future, or when he met beauties, he would give him a statue. In this way, these beauties would definitely remember themselves for a lifetime.
Especially when thinking about the wood carvings of those beautiful women holding themselves in their arms, the old man suddenly became excited, and the more he looked at Wang Lin, the more pleasing he became. With a big hand, he immediately grabbed Wang Lin and moved, and the two disappeared in the shop. within.
When it appeared, it was already in the midair of clouds 100,000 miles away from Kyoto.
Wang Lin's consciousness swept away, and his heart was shocked. He roughly estimated that this teleport was one hundred thousand miles. This kind of cultivation was already shocking and made him feel a kind of creepy.
You must know that even in the late Yuan Ying, relying solely on his own cultivation base to teleport, it is only a thousand miles. Although Wang Lin does not know how far the cultivation base can teleport after reaching the transformation, obviously, it is absolutely impossible to be 100,000 miles.
Wang Lin analyzed that even a monk in the infant transition stage would be unlikely to teleport out 100,000 miles lightly, and most importantly, this old man was not alone, but took a piece of teleport with him. In this way, he The fear of this old man in his heart is deeper.
The old man was panting at this time, teleporting one hundred thousand li, which is not a small burden for him, but when he saw Wang Lin's face full of shock, he immediately lifted his chin proudly, pretending to be emotional. He said: "Oh, I'm getting older, and my body's bones are a lot worse. This teleportation is only over 100,000 miles. It's really ashamed." Although the old man said so, even a weak-crowned mortal can still see it. Out of the rich smug look on his face.
Wang Lin was silent.
After a long time, the old man was panting heavily, the smug look on his face gradually disappeared, and angrily said: "Boy, have you ever seen teleportation so far before?"
"No." Wang Lin said truthfully.
"Then you see that my old man is so powerful, and he doesn't even give up a fart?" The old man's eyes widened, and his heart said that he had lost so much energy, and almost used all the energy to go to the brothel to have milk. This kid had no reaction at all. .
Wang Lin gave the old man a weird look, and said: "The cultivation base of the senior is really only seen in the junior's life, I admire it!"
The old man snorted and boasted: "There is a chance to teleport you for a million miles, so that you can see and see." After he said, he pointed to the void in the distance, and said: "Then it is the Baiyun Sect, let's go, the old man takes You kick the clan."