He raised his hand, and a white spiritual light flashed between his fingers. Huge power surged in his body. There was no doubt that it was far beyond the power of ordinary humans.
Han Yi was secretly surprised. Although he was now living in the body of a fifteen-year-old boy, with his current strength, he could definitely defeat any well-trained soldier on the earth. No, not just one, but even one
Even if a dozen well-trained soldiers come together, they will not be his opponent.
"Is this the power of a spiritual cultivator?" Han Yi clenched his fist, and his joints made a crisp popping sound, "My current power is far beyond that of ordinary humans."
"Don't be surprised, the strength of a spiritual cultivator is not comparable to that of ordinary humans. Although your current cultivation level is only in the late stage of spiritual disciple, with the increase in spiritual power, your physical strength is at least two thousand kilograms, which is naturally far higher.
Beyond ordinary humans." Luo You said calmly.
"Later stage of spiritual disciple? I wonder how the cultivation realms of spiritual cultivators in the Xuanling world are divided?" Han Yi asked.
"Spirit disciple is only the lowest stage of spiritual cultivation. The next step is spiritual master, then spiritual sect and spiritual general, and above spiritual general is spiritual king. Each major realm is divided into three smaller realms: early stage, middle stage and late stage.
." Luo You looked towards the distance of Tianhai City, "I just sensed that the person with the highest cultivation level in Tianhai City is only at the early stage of Ling Sect."
"In the early days of Lingzong, I never expected that there was only one strong person from Lingzong in this huge Tianhai City." Han Yi smiled bitterly, "I don't know how long it will take me to reach that level."
"With your talent and my guidance, it won't take long to break through the Spirit Sect." Luo You said, "The lifespan of a spiritual cultivator is much longer than that of ordinary humans, and spiritual disciples can also survive.
If a spiritual master is one hundred years old, he can live two hundred years. By analogy, every time he breaks through a major realm, his lifespan will be doubled."
"I see, but if I want to become a god, it will take so long. How can Youran wait so long? The lifespan of ordinary humans is limited." Han Yi looked worried.
"The time flow in the Xuanling Realm is different from that on Earth. One hundred years here is probably equivalent to one year on Earth."
"That's good." Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to go through hundreds or even thousands of years of training and finally become a powerful god. When he returned to Earth, Xia Youran had turned into a handful of loess.
"I have imprinted the Luo Shen Jue's exercise route into your body, and the cultivation techniques have also been sealed in your mind. In the future, every time you break through a major realm, you will be able to obtain the cultivation techniques and supporting spiritual skills of the current realm.
."
"Yes." Han Yi nodded, indicating that he understood. He did not ask what spiritual skills were. He had already found the answer from the memory inherited by this body. Spiritual skills are the means used by spiritual cultivators to fight.
They are probably the same as the martial arts moves in martial arts novels on Earth.
Spiritual skills and spiritual techniques are divided into four levels: low-level, middle-level, high-level, and top-level. The more advanced the spiritual skills are, the more powerful they are. In his memory, the most powerful spiritual technique of the Han family seems to be one.
It is a low-level spiritual skill called Feng Yan Jue, and the most powerful spiritual skill is exactly the supporting spiritual skill of Feng Yan Jue, Feng Yan Breaking Killing Sword.
That spiritual art happened to be the spiritual art practiced by the previous owner of this body, and the same goes for the spiritual skills. Although he didn't put much effort into practicing it, he only had some superficial understanding, but in terms of power, it surpassed most low-level ones.
A magical skill.
Han Yi searched for information about Feng Yan's Killing Sword in his mind, wanting to see how terrifying the so-called spiritual skill could be.
"Feng Yan Po Killing Sword has been found."
Just when Han Yi was about to use his spiritual skills and feel its power, a strange and sinister voice came from outside the yard, which sounded disgusting.
"Han Yi, are you a good-for-nothing dead? If not, get out of here quickly. I don't want to go into your pigsty-like nest."
"This voice seems familiar." Han Yi frowned, stood up and walked out.
Outside the earthen wall of the courtyard, not far away, three young men wearing dark blue robes were leaning under a big tree, looking at Han Yi.
"Trash, you recovered very quickly. You were able to get out of bed and walk in just a few days. It seems that the real master's slap on you was a little gentle." The youngest of the three said sarcastically.
"Han Si." Han Yi looked at the young man who spoke, and his face darkened. In his memory, some pictures flickered in a trance. This young man named Han Si, when Han Yi had his spiritual power frozen by the evil spirit,
Over the years, he would appear here almost every once in a while. Of course, he was not here to care about Han Yi, but to trouble Han Yi. Most of the old injuries accumulated in his body were
It was caused by this young man named Han Si.
"Hmph, why are you three losers here? Where is Han Zhen?"
"Oh, the sun is out in the west today, and this guy dares to talk back." Han Si suddenly regained his energy, "I haven't done my morning exercises today, so I'll let you accompany me."
As he spoke, he moved and appeared in front of Han Yi as quickly as a cheetah, and slashed downwards with his right hand.
"For a waste like you, I can keep you in bed for ten or twenty days with just one slap from me." Han Si showed a proud smile on his face, but the next moment, the expression on his face completely froze.
His chopping hand was tightly grasped by Han Yi, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
"How is this possible?" Han Si was shocked at first, and then became furious, "Trash, how dare you resist." Han Si said and kicked Han Yi in the chest.
But Han Yi moved faster than him. He ducked behind Han Si and struck down with his backhand. Terrible power instantly poured into Han Si's body. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, struggling in pain.
"What are you two bastards still doing? Kill him." Han Si shouted angrily with red eyes.
"Damn it, did this loser take some medicine today? He was able to knock Brother Si down." Han Chong cursed and rushed towards Han Yi, "Han Mo, come together and destroy him."
Han Mo on the side nodded, drew out his sword, and followed Han Chong out.
Han Yi looked at the two people flying over, snorted coldly, and the small figure flashed, almost twice as fast as Han Chong and Han Mo.
"Get out of my way." He suddenly appeared in front of Han Chong, making a fist with his right hand and striking directly.
Han Chong was startled. Before he could strike with a palm, he felt severe pain in his chest, and a terrible force flew backwards with his body.
"Poof." He fell to the ground more than ten meters away and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Han Mo on the other side moved behind Han Yi and slashed at the back of his neck with his long sword, showing no mercy at all.
"You want to kill me." A cold light flashed in Han Yi's eyes, he twisted his body, raised his sword fingers with his right hand, and stabbed Han Mo's wrist first.
Severe pain, as if his muscles and bones were torn apart in an instant, hit his brain. Han Mo let go of the long sword in his hand, hugged his hands and stepped back. Han Yi took the long sword, moved his feet, and stepped forward, long
The sword drew a shining silver light and pointed at Han Mo's throat. In just a few blinks, the three monks in the middle stage of the spiritual disciples were completely defeated by Han Yi.
In a corner in the distance, the figure in black hidden behind the earthen wall looked shocked. Unexpectedly, he had recovered his cultivation. Were the previous injuries all staged? No, I saw it with my own eyes.
The palm that hit Han Zhen seriously injured him, and such an injury could never be faked. Is the figure frowning on purpose? If so, then his scheming is too terrible.
When Han Si and Han Chong saw this scene, their eyes widened in unison.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?" This sentence jumped out of their hearts at the same time.
Han Yi kicked Han Mo in the lower abdomen. Poof, Han Mo spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground rolling.
"You loser, you dare to attack us. If the real young master finds out, he will definitely kill you." Han Si roared in the distance.
Han Yi turned around, holding the long sword and slowly walked towards him. His face was cold, as if there was no warmth.
"You...what are you going to do?" Han Si kept retreating on the ground, looking terrified.
"Don't come over. If you dare to touch me, the real young master... won't let you go."
As if Han Yi didn't hear anything, the force of his feet flew out, and the long sword pierced Han Si's throat.
"Ah..." Han Si screamed in fright. He closed his eyes and his body was trembling.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to kill you yet." Han Yi put the sword edge close to Han Si's neck, and a cold feeling spread along his skin, rushed to his brain, and his scalp was numb for a moment.
Han Si swallowed hard, her face as pale as paper.
"You...what do you want...to...do? I'm warning you..."
When Han Yi moved his sword, Han Si was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
"You haven't noticed it until now?" Han Yi shook his head, his eyes narrowed, and a powerful aura surged from his body, "Do you think I'm still the same trash as before?"
Hearing Han Yi's words, the expression on Han Si's face froze instantly, followed by disbelief.
"How is this possible? The head of the family said that no one can drive out the Yin evil in your body unless a powerful spirit general takes action."
"I didn't expel it from the body, I just incorporated it into the Dantian. When I refine it, I can successfully advance to the realm of a spiritual master." Han Yi took back his long sword and looked down at Han Si condescendingly, "Come here.
When the time comes, I will go to Han Zhen and calculate the total ledger over the years."
"As for the three of you, if you know my secret, then go to hell one step ahead and wait for Han Zhen."
After Han Yi finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and slashed at Han Si's neck with his sword.
"Wait a minute." Han Chong shouted in the distance.
"What, do you want to die first?" Han Yi turned around and sneered.
"If you kill us now, Han Zhen will definitely be alert. He will definitely investigate the matter thoroughly. If he knows that you have recovered, he will never let you go. The second elder hates you as much as Han Zhen
It’s deep into my bones, I’m afraid he will take action himself, he is a powerful spiritual master, you are definitely no match.”
"You are threatening me."
"No, I'm just reminding you. Although I don't know how you incorporated Yin Sha into your Dantian and what method you used to refine it, that kind of heaven and earth spiritual object cannot be completely refined in a short time, so
You can't kill us. If you kill us, you will expose yourself."
Han Yi frowned.
"That little guy is right." Luo You, who had been watching from a distance, said, "If they die, they will be noticed by others, which will be harmful but not beneficial to you."