Outside Chang'an City.
somewhere in a valley.
Su Qin sat cross-legged, carefully feeling the difference between his physical body and his untransformed body.
"The strength has skyrocketed by at least two to three times."
A smile appeared on Su Qin's face, very satisfied.
He now has a feeling that without the help of his true essence and divine sense, he can punch through a small hill with just his physical strength.
It's just unbelievable.
You know, at his level, even a slight improvement is extremely difficult, let alone a skyrocketing several times
Many martial arts myths of Venerable Arhats have been spinning in circles for decades, making it difficult to make progress.
Like Su Qin, within ten years after entering Venerable Arhat, he has already stepped into the third heaven, and transformed his body four times. Not to mention that there is no one before or after, at least it has not appeared on this continent.
"In addition to strength, the defense has also improved significantly."
Su Qin raised his left hand, opened his sleeves, revealing his slender and delicate arms, and then slashed his right hand at random, a subtle sword light flashed away, and fell silently on his left arm.
The power of this subtle sword light is completely restrained. If it is placed outside, it can easily split a section of the city wall and destroy the city.
But at the moment when the opponent landed on Su Qinxiu's long and delicate arm, there was only a slight white mark cut out.
And after the white mark appeared, it disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a short while, it returned to its original state.
"Not bad."
Su Qin nodded slightly.
According to Su Qin's guess, his physical body at this moment is enough to block the attack of ordinary warriors who have just entered the realm of martial arts mythology.
In other words, even if Su Qin stood still and let a first-level martial arts mythology attack, it would be like a breeze blowing on his face, and he didn't care.
"The most important thing is that through this physical transformation, a trace of 'golden nature' was born."
Su Qin turned his gaze slightly, and landed on his arm again, only to see traces of faint gold flowing on the surface of the skin.
'Goldenness' is immortal.
Whether it is the Buddhist golden body or the Taoist dharma body, after cultivation to the extreme, it is all related to the 'golden nature'.
The trace of gold born in Su Qin's body is enough to prove that Su Qin is on the right path and is looking for the right direction.
"Unfortunately, there is too little gold. If you want to reach the level of the golden Buddha in the ancestral aperture, you have to transform at least a hundred or eighty times before you can hope?"
Su Qin touched the center of his eyebrows and sighed softly.
It's just that although Su Qin has some regrets, he is not depressed at all. He has enough time now, and a life span of 1,000 years, even if he improves every ten years, is more than enough.
"My current fighting ability should be comparable to the martial arts myth of the fourth heaven, right?"
Su Qin's thoughts were ups and downs, and his eyes were bright.
Boundaries are boundaries.
Fighting is fighting.
Some warriors are good at attacking and attacking, and they can often defeat the strong with the weak and fight by leapfrogging.
Of course, if there is a big difference in realm, for example, a first-rank Grandmaster fights a third-rank warrior, no matter how good at attacking that third-rank warrior is, the first-rank Grandmaster will easily suppress it.
Throughout the world, there are very few warriors who can defeat the strong with the weak, not one in a million, each of them is favored by luck, and will achieve extraordinary things in the future, which is not included in the category of normal warriors.
"Since the transformation of the physical body is complete, it's time to prepare to break through and enter the fourth heaven."
Su Qin's eyes were fixed, and he had a decision in his heart.
Originally, he had already reached the Great Consummation of the Third Heaven, and the reason why he dragged on till now was nothing more than to wait for the transformation of his physical body, and to make a breakthrough after he was sure that nothing would go wrong.
Now that it has been done, it is natural to prepare for a breakthrough.
at the same time.
Outside the palace, inside Prince Chen's mansion.
Prince Chen, who was wearing a brocade robe, had a gloomy expression.
"Father is already beating me"
Prince Chen's expression was extremely ugly.
Some time ago, Prince Chen discovered that some ministers who supported him were transferred away one after another, either away from the court, or sent to remote areas.
If it's one or two, it might be a coincidence, but if there are more than a dozen of them in a row, if Prince Chen still can't react, he will be really stupid.
"Why!"
"Why does the emperor like that bastard!!"
Prince Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of unwillingness.
Even though Emperor Tang was old, he was still the emperor, the master of the Tang country, and it was just a matter of thought to suppress him, the prince.
Even, Prince Chen guessed that if it wasn't for Emperor Tang still thinking about the trace of father-son love, he might even be transferred to a remote corner to be an idle prince.
at this time.
A middle-aged man who looks like a counselor hurried over.
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness."
The counselor walked not far from Prince Chen, and quickly said, "There is news from Nanming."
"Nan Ming?"
Prince Chen was shocked.
"You all stand back."
Prince Chen glanced at the maids on both sides, and said calmly.
"yes."
Immediately, only Prince Chen and the middle-aged counselor were left in the entire hall.
"What did Nan Ming say?"
Prince Chen took a deep breath and stared at the counselor closely.
"His Royal Highness Chen."
"Emperor Ming agreed to support His Highness to sit on the throne."
The middle-aged counselor said cautiously.
"oh?"
Prince Chen looked happy.
What he was most worried about was that Nanming would not like him, the prince.
But now, since Emperor Ming agreed, he was obviously ready to bet on him.
"What conditions?"
Prince Chen collected himself and asked.
As the prince of the Tang Dynasty, Prince Chen naturally knows that there is no priceless sacrifice in the world.
Even relatives are plotting against each other, let alone between two countries
"Emperor Ming said that after His Royal Highness takes the throne, he needs to send 800,000 sets of battle armor to the Southern Ming Dynasty, as well as borrow the Northern Song Dynasty."
The middle-aged counselor bowed and said.
"Eight hundred thousand armors?"
Prince Chen's expression changed.
Tang's battle armor is world-famous, and together with Meng Yuan's iron cavalry, they are called the two major weapons of war. Nan Ming has been peeping at them for some time.
It's a pity that only Tang Guo knows the craft of the battle armor. Even if Nanming gets some battle armor on the battlefield, it won't help.
Prince Chen had expected that Nanming would play armor, but he didn't expect the other party to speak so loudly.
As for borrowing from the Northern Song Dynasty, it is irrelevant.
"Tell Emperor Ming."
"I agree."
Prince Chen thought for a long time, gritted his teeth and said.
As long as he can ascend to the throne, let alone 800,000 suits of battle armor, no matter how high the price is, Prince Chen can only agree.
Because he has no choice.
Now that he has chosen the path of fighting for the position, only by surviving can he have everything.
"Your Highness."
The middle-aged counselor looked hesitant, he hesitated to speak, and said, "Emperor Ming's methods are unfathomable, Your Highness must be careful."
The middle-aged counselor couldn't help but said.
"Of course I know."
Prince Chen got up slowly and walked a few steps back and forth.
"alright."
"You back off."
"During this time, don't make any moves."
Prince Chen sat down again, looked at the middle-aged counselor and said in a deep voice.
"yes."
(end of this chapter)