Many disciples of the Changsun family sneered, obviously understanding that Lin Han would not be able to take advantage of him if he competed with Xi Leng.
Because Lin Han and his eldest grandson Fengyue and eldest grandson Tian were celebrating the holidays, they naturally sided with their family and hoped to see Lin Han get into trouble.
"Old rules, or half the strength?"
Lin Han didn't even look at Xi Leng and said calmly.
Zhi Leng nodded, with a terrifying murderous light flashing in his dead eyes. Lin Han, the bastard, dared to ignore him. He was really bold.
Because of Lin Han's feud with the little girl in red, he also wanted to come forward to seek some justice for the little girl in red.
"Luck."
Lin Han said leisurely.
Zhi Leng took out a piece of yellow stone with his palm and said: "This is the stone of concentration. After being refined, it can increase a person's state of concentration. It is a rare treasure in the ancient world."
"Compared to what."
Lin Han nodded.
"Whose level is deeper than our samadhi."
Zhi Leng's voice was hoarse.
Many people looked at each other in confusion. Entering the state of concentration has a great effect on a cultivator. However, normal cultivators are relatively shallow in concentration. I didn't expect that Xi Leng could compare with Lin Han.
"I heard that the corpse is cold, because it is a creature transformed from a corpse. It enters a very deep state of trance. It has reached the middle stage of trance and is almost approaching the late stage. The younger generation is almost unparalleled."
Some people who knew Xi Leng well said in awe and in a low voice that even the elders in this territory can't compare to him. This is the opponent's advantage.
"How?"
Lin Han's expression remained calm.
Boom! Shi Leng flipped his palm and took out a large bowl. It was lavender in color and had patterns carved on it. It was filled with a mysterious and mysterious flavor. He said: "This is the meditation bowl. After the cultivator meditates on it, there will be something inside the bowl."
The "fire of concentration" rises. The deeper the concentration, the longer it can persist. Let's see who can persist longer."
Buzz! After saying that, he threw the big bowl in the air, and it immediately grew bigger in the wind. It was about two feet long, exuding the smell of ancient vicissitudes, and there were strange blue flames rising out of it. Zhi Leng couldn't help but say, it was
He jumped into it, and as he fell into concentration, the flames enveloped him, making his whole body seem to be spraying blue flames, looking sacred and transcendent.
After holding on for about half a quarter of an hour, he woke up from the Ding Bowl and jumped out, sweating profusely.
Many people lamented that in half a quarter of an hour, this was already a very dazzling achievement. Although the blue flame did not exude a powerful aura, they could still feel the blue flame with some of their keen senses.
The flames cause great disturbance to people when they are in concentration. If they are forcibly supported, it is easy for people to go crazy.
Some of the heroes at the center and the fringes asked themselves that they might not be able to hold on for so long.
Lin Han just smiled, said nothing, and jumped into the bowl.
About ten minutes later, a shocking scene appeared. Around Lin Han, there were Pixiu, Suan Ni, Ying Zhu, Zhu Yan and other strange beasts roaring, surrounded by the glow, and colorful.
, looks magnificent and magnificent.
Lin Han was in the blue flames, as if he was bathing in some kind of divine fire, feeling content and content, with no sign of being disturbed at all.
“When I entered samadhi, a vision appeared!”
There was an uproar in the manor instantly, and many people were stunned.
How is this possible? If you want to reach this step, you must at least reach the point of deep concentration.
Zhi Leng was only close to the middle level and had entered the late stage of concentration, but Lin Han was actually a lot stronger than him, which was shocking.
"How could this happen..." Zhi Leng's face also changed slightly, and his eyes shone with bright golden light, which was hard to accept.
He is a corpse, so he has such a deep level of meditation, which makes many strong people envious. How could Lin Han be deeper than him?
A chill arose in his heart, and he looked at Lin Han with admiration.
In the end, Lin Han persisted for a full hour. His body shook, and with a bang, a majestic momentum exploded. He actually pushed the weak-ranked creature into the Ding Bowl, and it exploded in a sudden shock. Then Lin Han attacked the corpse.
He sneered and said: "Admitted it."
Shi Leng's face was gloomy, feeling that he had failed this time and underestimated Lin Han.
He also felt very annoyed in front of so many people.
"Let's compare our combat prowess again."
Then, there was a fierce glint in his eyes, and he punched Lin Han hard in the face.
He also said that this was another physical competition. As long as Lin Han could withstand half of his physical strength, he could give Lin Han five hundred body-building pills.
Lin Han was disrespectful. Although the opponent had the strength of a quasi-sage close to the third level, it was only half of the physical strength. He was not afraid at all. At that moment, his body shook, and the energy of chaos was opened by him. Every pore in his body,
They all erupted with the light of chaos. Lin Han was like an ancient god of chaos, reappearing on the ancient land. His eyes were deep, as if he could look down at the nine heavens and ten earths, looking down at the heavens and the world, and he was the only one. This kind of momentum was unparalleled.
Boom! Lin Han punched out, and the roar of gods and demons resounded within his body, shaking the entire universe.
With the four thousand years of continuous hard training, Lin Han's body of chaos has almost been completely cultivated by him. His whole body is like wearing a layer of chaos armor. His heroic posture illuminates the long river of time and witnesses the eternal time.
A victory will be unforgettable and look up to.
Dang! Under the horrified gazes, Lin Han's fist collided hard with Zhi Leng's iron fists. Immediately, Zhi Leng let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying backwards for dozens of miles, sending the whole area flying.
In the small world of the manor, a beautiful mountain was smashed into pieces, smoke and dust rose, and the ground roared.
The surroundings suddenly fell into absolute silence.
Countless people were horrified beyond measure.
Lin Han's physical strength was so unbelievable that his corpse was so cold. After years of gestation, the corpse was comparable to divine iron. He didn't even have the capital to resist. He was knocked backwards by the shock, which made people hair-raising.
Even if Shi Leng only exerted 50% of his power, it would still be terrifying.
The leader of the Heavenly Demon Hall also looked slightly ugly, and he didn't dare to think that Lin Han's combat power was so abnormal.
Now it seems that letting Xi Leng deal with Lin Han is like shooting himself in the foot.
It is estimated that if he wants to truly capture Lin Han, Zhi Leng must use all his strength.
"Haha, nice body."
Lin Han looked at Xie Leng lying among the rubble and rocks. His body was not seriously damaged. He smiled, nodded and praised.
If he were a normal cultivator, with one punch he would have almost killed the opponent, not to mention exploding his body. The fact that Xi Leng could persist to this point is extraordinary.
However, when Zhi Leng heard these words, his face instantly turned red and he almost exploded. He was a much stronger man than Lin Han, so to be commented on by Lin Han like this was really unbearable for him.
