"Is this caused by myself?" Lin Xiaobao rubbed his eyes incredible, and then mobilized his spiritual consciousness to cover the radius, surely there was no one else but himself.
"So powerful? How could it be possible?" In any case, Lin Xiaobao still couldn't accept this fact. In Xiaoyue City, he had also seen battles between martial artists and 9-duan powerhouses, but their destructive power could not be compared with what he had caused now.
"Why is it impossible? Do you think the exercises my old man took out are local stalls?" As if guessing what Lin Xiaobao was thinking, Mo Lao said disdainfully, "Is this scared stupid?"
Lin Xiaobao was shocked once in a while and did not refute. Instead, he nodded slightly. He was indeed suppressed, but deep down he was more excited.
After entering this world, after learning that people in this world can practice, Lin Xiaobao looks forward to such a day. Although he has cultivated magical spiritual consciousness before, Lin Xiaobao still feels that this effect is more effective than the intuitive scene before him. Can make oneself blood surging.
It seems that in the future, I have to go a little bit longer when I practice. Looking back at his hut, Lin Xiaobao thought that if one day he lifted the hut by his super-level performance, he would not even have a place to live.
Lin Xiaobao, who was immersed in the pleasure of sword strokes, did not even practice the mental waves, and continued to perform sword strokes every day. He found that performing sword moves consumes much more physical energy than other exercise methods. When he is unable to practice, he returns to the hut and soaks in the liquid medicine, and the image in his brain confirms his cultivation gains.
Time flickered and half a month passed. The ground that was plowed by Lin Xiaobao when he first practiced sword moves in front of the hut had grown countless inches of weeds, but Lin Xiaobao still felt that his understanding of sword moves was far from enough.
In the middle of the night, a rush of door slamming awakened Lin Xiaobao from the realm of comprehension of sword moves. When his spiritual consciousness moved, the scene outside the hut had appeared in his mind. Lin Xiaobao was a little surprised, "How could it be her?"
She didn't say a word to this little girl, and she didn't even know her name. How could she come to find herself in the middle of the night? Is it attracted by your own handsome temperament? Lin Xiaobao put on his shirt in the smelly beauty, and did not forget to adjust his hair to the reflection in the water tank.
But I hesitated in my heart, does this door open or not? If she opened the door, she wanted to push herself down, did she follow it directly, or did she push it halfway
During the entanglement, Lin Xiaobao opened the concierge. The girl did not pounce directly as Lin Xiaobao guessed, but said anxiously, "Dasha Wang is injured!"
"What's the matter?" Hearing that Wang Dasha was injured, Lin Xiaobao immediately threw his thoughts behind his head, with a worried expression on his face, "Where did it hurt? Is it serious?"
The girl who knocked on the door was not someone else. It was the only girl Mengying who had a martial artist's six-stage cultivation at the time of entry. She had also helped Lin Xiaobao out of the siege in the battle between the old and new disciples.
"Teacher Hong is in retreat. Those old disciples rushed over today. We rose up to resist, but we were not strong enough. Wang Dasha was injured by them!" Meng Ying recounted the matter roughly.
Six months? In the past six months of cultivation, Lin Xiaobao has almost forgotten the existence of time. He was reminded by Mengying that the half-year period had come, "Where is Dasha Wang now? Is he seriously injured?"
Even if those old disciples robbed all the new disciples, Lin Xiaobao wouldn't have the slightest opinion, but it would be a different matter to hurt Wang Dasha. Lin Xiaobao valued his only friend in this world, and he was about to get out of the house while speaking.
Seeing that Lin Xiaobao was a little anxious, Mengying immediately unfolded her posture, and said at the same time: "Wang Dasha got three punches in the chest, and he passed out on the spot, and he hasn't woken up yet." After speaking, her voice was a little lowered.
"Where is he now?" Lin Xiaobao couldn't help but sink.
"In the Hongwu Hall, all the new disciples today, except you, are gathered in the Hongwu Hall." Mengying found that once she had finished speaking, Lin Xiaobao had been left behind by a long distance. How could this be possible
Although it has long been known that Lin Xiaobao is known as the invincible god, after all, his strength is limited. It is necessary to know that in the past six months, he has cultivated from the 6th martial artist to the 8th martial artist, but now Lin Xiaobao is constantly being distanced, and his ambition is to be overcome. Aroused, Mengying almost tried her best to catch up, but sadly discovered that not only did she not close the distance between herself and Lin Xiaobao, but instead she could only watch Lin Xiaobao's back gradually disappear into the night.
Hongwu Temple, although it was late at night, it was brightly lit and noisy at this time. As soon as he entered it, Lin Xiaobao's spiritual consciousness swept away. The entire Hongwu Temple immediately appeared in his mind, and he was immediately found in the front left position. After Wang Dasha lying on the ground, Lin Xiaobao rushed over.
"Brother Xiaobao, run, they are going to grab your storage bag!" Wang Dasha, who was in a coma, clenched his fists tightly together, his expression was a bit nervous, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about at this time, or he was in a coma. What kind of illusion fell into it.
"You don't need to remind him to run!" Looking at Wang Dasha still not forgetting Lin Xiaobao at this time, and thinking that because the other party insulted Lin Xiaobao, he rushed to fight a life and death scene for an old martial artist Ba Duan disciple. Hu Dequan really didn't understand what kind of ecstasy soup Lin Xiaobao poured into Wang Dasha.
In the half-year training career of Fengxue Pavilion, Hu Dequan went from Wuzhe 5th to Wuzhe 8th, and the whole person has matured a lot. The grudge between himself and Lin Xiaobao has long been forgotten, but he still looks down on Lin Xiaobao.
"How is Dasha's situation now?" rushing over, Lin Xiaobao grabbed Wang Dasha's wrist, looked at Wang Dasha's chest, and suddenly frowned.
The pulse bounced vigorously, and it didn't look like an injury at all, but the more so, the tighter Lin Xiaobao's brows frowned, "Mold Mo, please check it out!"
In Wang Dasha's situation at this time, Lin Xiaobao seemed to be just not good at learning, so he couldn't find the reason, but the glaring red on his chest made Lin Xiaobao anxious.
"Check it out, he is the body of the god of strength, and his body's ability to recover is not what you can imagine!" Old Mo said disapprovingly: "Even if you put him here and ignore him, it will take less than three days. The kid immediately became alive again."
"Really?" Although Lin Xiaobao no longer has the slightest doubt about the strength of the two elders, but it is about his only friend in this world, Lin Xiaobao still wants to be affirmed again.
"You'll know in three days." Old Mo seemed a little angry about Lin Xiaobao's distrust, and fell silent after speaking.