Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 114 Master save me
"Damn, how come this kid has such long stamina?"

A breeze blew along the ground and suddenly reached dozens of meters away.

Wu Jinguang looked extremely unhappy. He had been chasing Zhong Lin for a whole day and night. He thought he could easily catch him, but he didn't expect that this kid had such amazing physical strength. He ran day and night, and even his internal energy was consumed a little too much.

Hundreds of meters away, Zhong Lin's legs were still running wildly like wheels. Except for his pale face, his breathing was extremely steady.

Feeling Wu Jinguang getting closer and closer from behind, Zhong Lin took a deep breath and increased his speed a bit.

He was able to run for a whole day and a night while being chased by Wu Jinguang, who was a top-three martial artist. It can be said that this was all thanks to the help of the "breathing technique".

Even Zhong Lin had not expected that after completing the internal organ training, the seemingly ordinary skill of "breathing technique" would actually change.

Tuina technique is a breathing method that Zhong Lin learned from Gu Yourong to exercise the five internal organs. There is nothing special about it. Its only function is to strengthen the internal organs and help the qi and blood to better infect and nourish the five internal organs. However, the effect is probably not as great as that of a Five Spirit Pill, not to mention compared with the medicinal wine soaked in the Five Poison Liquid.

So after getting the Five Poisons Wine, Zhong Lin had long forgotten about the breathing technique.

But today he discovered that this method actually had such a special effect, it had turned his lungs into iron lungs.

He regulates his breathing while running, using the inward breathing posture to not waste a single bit of air, and can even restore his physical strength while running at full speed, turning himself into a perpetual motion machine.

This is also the reason why Zhong Lin ran wildly for a whole day and night, but still had a long breath and endless physical strength.

It’s not that Zhong Lin has endless physical strength, but that he recovers his physical strength quickly during the running process. The two are almost balanced, giving people the illusion that he has endless physical strength.

"Master is simply a treasure teacher. The breathing technique and the Five Animal Exercises, every one of them is shocking. I wonder if there are any other good things hidden." Zhong Lin thought to himself.

While he was thinking, a black shadow appeared on the distant horizon. As it got closer, the shadow became bigger and bigger. It turned out to be a city.

Tianyang City.

Seeing Tianyang City right in front of him, Zhong Lin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he entered the city, he would be safe.

Although Wu Jinguang is a master of the third level of inner breath, he is hated by everyone in the entire Dachen. He dare not enter the city, otherwise the county magistrate will definitely let him know why the flowers are so red.

"Zhong Lin, do you really think I can't kill you? You've really angered me. Even if it means damaging my own foundation, I will kill you today, Heaven-shattering Demonic Hand."

A voice filled with anger and murderous intent sounded behind him, as if revealing all the rage of the day and night of chasing, and then a terrifying aura rose.

"not good."

Zhong Lin's face changed drastically, and the energy and blood that had just recovered rushed into his legs frantically, increasing his already extreme speed even more.

Above and behind Zhong Lin, a strong dark wind was swirling in the air. A huge black hand, about ten feet in diameter, stretched out from the wind and grabbed downwards. With one grab, no matter how strong the trees or rocks were, they turned into a cloud of black smoke and dust.

This devilish martial art has reached the point where it can destroy anyone and anything it sees, turning everything into ashes.

Faced with this terrifying claw, Zhong Lin's eyes widened and his heart beat wildly.

"Didn't Mei Weixuan say that only warriors at the second level of Tongmai Realm can achieve materialization? Wu Jinguang is obviously only at the third level of Neixi Realm, so how can he also do this? This is unscientific." Zhong Lin said anxiously.

What Zhong Lin didn't see was that after Wu Jinguang used this claw, his body suddenly became three times thinner. His already thin face now had prominent cheekbones and sunken cheeks.

The "Heaven-Covering Demonic Hand" martial arts performed by Wu Jinguang is an evil martial arts method that harms others and does not benefit oneself. It can burn the essence of the body and strengthen the internal energy in an instant. Every time it is performed, the essence and blood will be greatly damaged, and it will take several months or even an adult to recuperate. Moreover, if there is not enough medicine to repair it, it may even damage the foundation and greatly reduce the strength.

Looking at the dark hand getting closer and closer, a feeling of despair rose in Zhong Lin's heart.

The gap between the two was simply too great. Zhong Lin had only just achieved success in internal cultivation and was still in the process of reaching the intermediate third stage. Meanwhile, Wu Jinguang was already a third-grade warrior who had cultivated his inner energy, and even employed unorthodox martial arts, his magic hand strikes rivaling the power of a second-grade master. The gap between them was a full three realms, and he was simply powerless to resist.

He died before leaving the army.

"How dare you hurt my disciple?"

A sound like thunder came from the distant Tianyang City, followed by a familiar figure that appeared in front of Zhong Lin as if teleporting.

"Master."

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, Zhong Lin was about to cry.

In times of crisis, our master is still the one we can rely on.

Yin Daoyan stepped into the void and pointed his finger. A red sword light shot up into the sky and chopped down on the head. The aura was mighty and sharp, like the rushing river water, pressing down fiercely.

laugh!
The devil's hand that covered the sky was directly shattered by the sword light, and Wu Jinguang let out a scream and fell from mid-air.

"Master is mighty."

Zhong Lin shouted loudly, and his excited voice spread all over the place.

"Master, he's trying to run away."

In the distance, a bloody shadow made a sizzling sound and fled into the distance.

"Can you run away?"

Yin Daoyan snorted coldly, raised his sword finger, and another sword light burst out from his fingertips, sweeping across the sky, swallowing up the heaven and earth, stirring the sun and the moon, as if piercing through the void and killing everything.

scoff!

The blood shadow that was fleeing in the distance was hit by the sword light on the spot, let out a shrill scream, and was cut in half, with blood and internal organs scattered everywhere.

Zhong Lin watched the scene in front of him with his own eyes. Wu Jinguang, who had been chasing him for a whole day and night, was killed by his own master with just two moves. His death was extremely tragic.

"Disciple, are you okay?"

Yin Daoyan landed and touched Zhong Lin's body worriedly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhong Lin had only suffered some minor injuries.

"Thank you, Master. I'm fine."

"It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright, otherwise I will tear that thief into pieces and grind his bones into ashes."

"Master, when did you come back?"

"Just yesterday, I sensed a powerful presence in Baicao Hall. I went out to investigate, but I didn't expect someone to be chasing you. Who is this person?"

Yin Daoyan was still frightened at this time. It was almost there. If it was any later, the talented disciple he had worked so hard to recruit would have really died. At that time, even if he crushed the people who were chasing him to ashes, it would be of no use.

"Black Wind Village leader Wu Jinguang, because of the Tianpin Yuanzhu, he was hunting down his disciples. If Master hadn't arrived in time, he would have lost his disciples."

(End of this chapter)