In Taoling City, Lin Feng checked three or four shops selling spirit beasts, looked at the few thousand spirit stones in his soul-suppressing ring, and suddenly realized his embarrassment.
The ten-year salary that was originally mined from the Lin family was only the price of a second-level magic beast here. As expected, earning spiritual stones also needs to be put on the agenda.
This is also a dilemma faced by many monks who have just entered the spiritual practice. If they join a sect or have a family, then there is no need to worry too much about spiritual stones.
Moreover, those sects and families will provide some cultivation resources that cannot be exchanged for spiritual stones, and there are only a few casual cultivators who can cultivate smoothly all the way.
Among the monks who can create a certain reputation in the southern region of Central Continent, there are eight out of ten monks who are from the Holy Land or from a cultivating family.
At this moment, Lin Feng no longer thought about means of transportation. Anyway, the distance was only a few hundred miles, so he simply went on his own. With his current strength, he estimated that it would only take two days to reach Fengshan Village.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng left Taoling City and walked slowly for several miles. When there was no one around, he stepped hard on the ground and made a crackling sound under his feet. He jumped into the air at a speed as fast as
It rushed towards the Fengshan Mountains like lightning.
In less than a stick of incense, he jumped more than ten miles between the mountains and forests and came to a small mountain.
His figure floated like a ghost on the branches of a tree on the mountain peak, and his eyes scanned the surroundings. There was an official road not far away.
After some calculations, Lin Feng consumed about one-twentieth of his body's energy during the time it took to burn the incense.
In order to prevent some unexpected situations from happening, Lin Feng did not plan to rush all the time. Instead, he chose to rush for a while and then rest for a while. This way, he could keep his combat power at its peak.
And he still needs to digest Yan Nanshan's memory fragments. When he was in the bamboo hut, although Lin Feng seemed to have digested those memory fragments directly.
But the actual situation is that as soon as those memory fragments began to invade Lin Feng's mind, they were absorbed by the soul-suppressing ring and preserved as a bridge between Lin Feng's mind and these memories.
Therefore, Yan Nanshan's judgment of Lin Feng's understanding actually had a certain error. The memory fragments Lin Feng absorbed in a short period of time were only about half a year.
However, such a statistic is already amazing enough. Lin Feng knew that the most important point in the Killing Sword Art was to maintain his own state of mind.
If one's own state of mind is not stable, it is easy to fall into a state of madness. Yan Nanshan's three-year memory fragments can actually make up for Lin Feng's shortcomings to a certain extent.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng slowly inserted his consciousness into the soul-suppressing ring. The soul-suppressing ring emitted a burst of black light, and the dark light seemed to absorb the soul of a person.
At this moment, the memory fragments belonging to Yan Nanshan are being read into Lin Feng's mind.
That was Yan Nanshan in his youth. Lin Feng seemed to be watching a virtual image. Yan Nanshan was sweating profusely under the scorching sun, holding a sword made of stainless steel.
In his youth, Yan Nanshan's cultivation had just entered the early stage of Qi Gathering Realm, but he saw that every sword was struck with all his strength, and waves of strong wind spread around.
The ground was torn open by the strong wind, leaving slash marks two fingers wide, three, five, seventeen, and one hundred. Lin Feng just watched silently.
Every time Yan Nanshan made a slash, Lin Feng felt that he had a better understanding of this sword technique. This feeling was very strange, because Lin Feng himself used a sword.
But when he saw Yan Nanshan practicing his sword skills, he didn't feel strange or strange at all. He had the feeling that one method can master all methods.
With every sword strike, he could find similarities in the basic sword techniques he had practiced. Gradually, Lin Feng didn't know how long he had been looking at them. Three days? Five days?
There was no time in consciousness. When Yan Nanshan struck his last sword, Lin Feng also woke up from this memory fragment, and the memory fragment turned into a ray of light and integrated into Lin Feng's body.
Opening his eyes, Lin Feng looked at the sky. At this time, only an hour had passed: "It seems that this memory fragment is also a bit mysterious. It is just a state that has not yet reached the Qi Transformation Realm. This memory fragment can make people have...
Such a big gain. I wonder if higher-level monks have stronger methods."
At this time, Lin Feng's true energy in his body has been completely restored, and because he absorbed a piece of memory fragment, his mental power is even more abundant.
As soon as he stepped on the tree trunk under his feet, he left a deep footprint. Lin Feng used the force of the counter-shock to fly in one direction.
Following the pipeline and moving quickly through the forest on this side, Lin Feng stepped on a tree trunk again. This time, he felt something was wrong.
There was an uncomfortable feeling, as if he should not exert such strength. The scene of dozens of meters passed by. Lin Feng closed his eyes and no longer used his own eyes to see the road, but chose to use his spiritual consciousness.
Part of the spiritual consciousness explores the path, and part of the spiritual consciousness spreads throughout the body, constantly adjusting his posture and the way his true energy operates.
"Snapped!"
Another foot stepped on a tree trunk, leaving a footprint. Lin Feng frowned slightly. In his consciousness, this foot wasted 30% of the energy and was not perfect.
He calculated silently in his mind and stepped on it again, but he still didn't achieve the effect he wanted.
After more than ten steps in succession, Lin Feng's feeling in his heart became more and more intense, but at this time his mood calmed down a lot. These hundreds of miles of journey were enough for him to adjust his body.
This is the incompatibility between true energy and the physical body caused by too fast progress in cultivation. Only the power that you can fully control is your own power.
Lin Feng suddenly felt that the way he chose to travel might bring him unexpected gains, so he walked in the forest.
Lin Feng began his own training, the kind of training that allowed him to fully control his power.
If people from other colleges knew about this, they would probably say that Lin Feng was overestimating his abilities, because the manipulation of power is not that simple, and the human body is the most mysterious existence in the world of cultivation.
If you want to be able to fully control your own power, I am afraid that only those old monsters who have practiced for two to three hundred years can fully control their own power.
And in today's general environment, everyone is choosing to improve their own strength, just like a monk with a strength of 100 kilograms and another monk with a strength of 500 kilograms.
Even if this monk with a hundred kilograms of strength masters 100%, it is only a hundred kilograms of strength. A monk with five hundred kilograms of strength can only master half of the power.
A monk who can only gain a hundred kilograms of strength with one punch has to kneel down. Another reason is that the cost-effectiveness of honing and mastering one's own strength is far less than the gain brought by improving one's realm through practice.
Only after reaching the late stage of the Qi Gathering Realm, those monks who cannot continue to improve their Qi will start to choose to hone their own skills.
But Lin Feng doesn't care about this now. After all, cultivation is his own business. There are thousands of people, so whatever suits him is fine.
Lin Feng continued to adjust his body shape step by step and moved towards the Fengshan Mountains.