Cultivation begins with the Druid panel

Lu Lin's pupils contracted, and he unfolded the folding fan in his hand. Instantly, a large number of bamboo shoots sprouted from the ground, and a whirlwind blew through the bamboo forest, creating a rustling sound.

The old man was incredibly strong, and the speed of his claws made the air whistle. But at this moment, under the influence of this gust of wind, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and then he found that Lu Lin had suddenly disappeared from his sight.

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Seeking the wind and treading the clouds!

Lu Lin had already vanished in a blur. When he reappeared, he was already behind the old man. A point of starlight gathered at the top of Kunlun Mountain and shot out.

Strangely, the arrow clearly struck the old man in front of him, but it failed to penetrate his body for a long time.

This is… Lu Lin’s eyes darkened: “Inner armor!”

The old man also took the opportunity to turn around, flicked his sleeve, and released a terrifying force that crushed the starlight arrow into powder. His other hand then shot out again, aiming directly at Lu Lin's head.

Seeing that Lu Lin had no chance of dodging, the old man immediately revealed a smug smile. A fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator being struck in the head by a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator would surely die, regardless of the strength of one's cultivation path!

Click...

Immediately following was the sound of a skull being crushed, but the old man quickly realized something was wrong.

Why does it feel so light?

The next moment, he saw that the 'Lu Lin' in his hand had turned into a straw man no bigger than the palm of his hand.

The art of creating clones!

How come this kid has so many tricks up his sleeve?

The old man suddenly turned around, only to find that the blazing sun carriage that had originally existed in the world of the painting had disappeared. It turned out that the sound Lu Lin had just created was not only to interfere with the illusion, but also to interfere with his five senses and spiritual awareness!

Realizing he had been tricked, the old man unleashed a terrifying power, causing the world within the painting to collapse uncontrollably layer by layer, distorting the light. In a short time, the place was restored to a swamp.

Lu Lin's presence was nowhere to be found, making him impossible to trace.

But... the old man lowered his gaze to the muddy road. This road was not an official road; it was extremely muddy, and wherever a vehicle passed, there would be tire tracks, making it easy to catch up with the person.

"But how far can you run?" The old man formed a hand seal, and flames burned on his body, turning him into ashes. The ashes moved extremely fast, heading towards the wheel tracks.

As dusk fell and the sun set in the west, the yang energy receded and the yin energy rose. The mane on the backs of the two fiery horses became dull, and their speed noticeably decreased.

Lu Lin gripped the reins with both hands and glanced into the carriage, only to see that Sang Leng was still unconscious.

"Guji, heal her." Lu Lin knew that he couldn't handle that old guy on his own. Only with the help of Sang Leng and the others would they have a chance of winning. Otherwise, they would all die here.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

The tree spirit agreed, using vines to bind Sang Leng and channeling the power of the wood into her body. Sang Leng's complexion visibly became rosy, and her breathing became steady. It seemed she would wake up soon.

But at that moment, Lu Lin suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned around and saw Fei Hui rapidly approaching through the gap in the rear window of the carriage.

Why are there so many different ways to travel in the world of cultivation?

Lu Lin racked his brains but never imagined that someone in this world would voluntarily turn themselves into ashes to travel!

There wasn't enough time... Lu Lin gritted his teeth, opened his left hand, and took out two jade bottles. They were the sleeping potions his senior sister had given him on the day he went down the mountain. His senior sister said that these sleeping potions were effective against those at the fourth or fifth level of the Qi Refining stage.

But this is ultimately a drug of desire. Not to mention that it takes time for the effects to take hold, just considering the quality of the cultivators in this cultivation world, Lu Lin doesn't think this drug of desire can have much of an impact on them.

"Hopefully it will work." Seeing that the old man was about to catch up, Lu Lin reined in his horse in time, released the reins, and leaped onto the top of the carriage. He then opened the jade bottle in his hand and threw the ashes into the air.

Upon seeing the unknown powder floating in mid-air, the old man's expression changed. He immediately stopped his pursuit, not daring to act rashly. But soon, he took out a small gourd, about the size of a palm, from his sleeve and pulled out the stopper.

"Swallow the medicine gourd! Store it!"

Such a magical artifact actually exists in this world?!

Lu Lin was taken aback.

"Boy, that's not how you use underhanded tactics! It's too obvious!" The powder was completely absorbed into the small gourd, and the old man transformed into his true form, grinning sinisterly, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Bring them on!"

The old man hesitated to put the gourd away, seemingly afraid that Lu Lin still had poison cultivation methods.

Lu Lin was deep in thought. At this moment, he finally realized the difference between himself and other cultivators. Compared with these people who had been in the cultivation world for many years, he was simply the kind of person who couldn't even figure out how to use underhanded tricks.

The old man snorted and scanned the gourd in his hand with his spiritual power, discovering that what he had just inhaled into the gourd were two kinds of sleeping potions, and the effects of the potions were extremely strong.

"So it was a sleeping potion?" The old man chuckled. "If I had actually inhaled it, you would have succeeded. But unfortunately, you are still too young."

Lu Lin summoned Kunlun, ready to fight the old man to the death, but at that moment, a large hole suddenly appeared in the top of the carriage, and a long spear pierced through it, pointing directly at the old man's chest.

"Gunsmith?"

The old man's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting that there would be a gun master here.

Among the many paths of military cultivation, the spear cultivator is undoubtedly the strongest in terms of combat power. Even if he, a mere illusion cultivator, is not necessarily a match for a spear cultivator without using illusion techniques, even if he is a level above the opponent.

But the old man quickly saw through Sang Leng's true nature and smiled easily: "So you're just an injured gun wielder?"

Sang Leng was injured.

It was left to deal with those robbers; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so easily bewitched by the illusion just now.

Although Guji used the power of Jiamu to heal her, that little bit of Jiamu power was like a drop in the ocean compared to all her injuries.

"Even if I'm injured, I can still deal with you, a practitioner of unorthodox methods!" Sang Leng clearly understood the characteristics of cultivators from various paths, and showed no fear at this moment: "As long as I prevent you from using illusions, killing you won't be difficult!"

The old man chuckled and turned back into a shower of ashes, the spear piercing empty air.

Sang Leng narrowed her eyes, reached out, and grabbed the spear that had flown away. The spear returned to her original path and was held in her hand again. The spearhead released a silver light in mid-air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by several degrees.

Lu Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Sang Leng had woken up.

He knew in his heart that without Sang Leng's help, he probably wouldn't have been able to deal with this old guy today.

Now that he has Sang Leng, he might be able to try to defeat the strong with the weak!