Chapter 3 God, don't you really open your eyes?

This strong man is Lin Xin's master. Lin Shengmu looks stern, has a straight face, and has a beard. It ranked seventh among the elders in Linfu. When Lin Xin was tested for the first time, Lin Xin's talent shocked Linfu. At present, a lot of elders in Linfu exported a lot of benefits, but no one earned it. In the end, it was cheaper for the seven elders who had always only know how to practice. Forest trees. Unexpectedly, since he took Lin Xin's apprentice, Lin Xin's cultivation will go on more and more - Lin Xin's qualifications are known all over Lin's house. Although it was later determined that Lin Xin's cultivation had nothing to do with Lin Shengmu, Lin Shengmu's reputation was still ruined because of it...

"Eadult Elder Lin, young master, he is now..." Yun Xinyue really can't bear to see Lin Xin tired like this. Fight for punishment and make a sound.

"Little girl, I have nothing to do with my apprentice. You go out first!" Lin Shengmu's huge copper bell's big eyes stared angrily and immediately startled Yun Xinyue, but Yun Xinyue summoned up her courage and did not take the next step, or even avoided Lin Shengmu's eyes!

"Xinyue, listen to the master, you go back first." Lin Xin said hurriedly.

"But, young master..." There was already a layer of fog in Yun Xinyue's eyes.

"Get out of here and be obedient!" Lin Xin couldn't help taking a heavy breath and staring at Yun Xinyue.

"Yes... young master." Yun Xinyue turned around step by step. In her crystal-like eyes, the water vapor became thicker.

This girl is not bad! Lin Shengmu secretly praised. However, looking back at Lin Xin, Lin Shengmu couldn't help frowning. Looking at Lin Xin's appearance at this time, obviously, Lin Xin did make a lot of effort when practicing. He sighed. Forget it, just wanted to comfort Lin Xin: "You put a pile and continue to practice. You are not allowed to eat tonight." But when it came to the mouth, it changed again. Alas, the comforting words really can't be said...

Lin Xin clenched his teeth, looked firm, shook his body a few times, and finally stood on the wooden stake... He slumped his waist and stabbed the horse, closed his hands to sink Dantian, breathed and spit, and devoted himself to practice again.

Lin Shengmu looked at Lin Xin with a complicated face. When he just wanted Lin Xin to come down to rest, he didn't say anything in the end. He often sighed and quietly left the yard. It's not that he doesn't know that his apprentice has worked very hard. Even if he finds the whole family and the whole Yuanxu City, he may not be able to find a child who works harder than Lin Xin! Even in order to break through blood practice and temper the blood, I don't know where to get such a plum pile, and other small things, so that a certain section of the body's blood vessels are always maintained in a relatively full state! In this way, Lin Shengmu has tried it himself. It doesn't taste very good!

Time passed slowly, a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour... half an hour, an hour... A full two hours passed, and the night was already very deep, and Lin Xin still stood on the wooden stake, maintained the posture of a horse, and couldn't help urging "Gang Qian's Internal Strength".

Is this my limit? No way! Keep going! I'm a time traveler. How can my qualifications be worse than ordinary people? I want to become a fighter and walk out of the Yuanshu City. I want to know who took my mother and seriously injured my father. Xinyue and I agreed to break through the fighter. I want to take Xinyue to find her memory. How can these become my limit?

The corners of Lin Xin's mouth had oozed blood, and his whole body trembled violently, but he always stood on the stake. The whole body kept squeezing a little bit of energy, running around the Qihai Dantian, and the blood vessels around the body were once again full, and even blood oozed out of the surface of the body! Finally, boom-

Have you broken through? The last thought in Lin Xin's mind shook and fell straight under the stake.

"Young master!" As soon as Lin Xinfu fell down, Yun Xinyue had run out of the backyard door - it turned out that she had never left! However, there are still people who are faster than her. Lin Shengmu is already standing in front of Lin Xin.

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In the morning of the next day, as soon as Yun Xinyuefu left the door, she saw that Lin Xin was already standing on the wooden stake in the yard. His legs were separated and he stood firmly on top of the two of them. His hands were closed and closed into the sinking Dantian. His face was firm. He couldn't help urging his inner strength and devoted himself to cultivation. And his hair and clothes have been wet with dew! Obviously, Lin Xin has been practicing for a long time...

Young master, you must succeed! Xinyue is secretly working hard. The ubiquitous god, my young master has worked so hard. Why don't you let my young master succeed now?

Generally speaking, from ten to thirty years old is the golden time for a trainee martial artist to practice. If you can't cultivate your internal strength to ten levels before the age of 30, it is absolutely impossible to become a fighter in your life. It is normal for apprentices to cultivate martial arts to the sixth level at the age of 16; if they practice to the seventh level, it can be said to be excellent, which means that one foot has entered the threshold of the fighter; if it is cultivated to the eighth level, it is tantamount to a heavenly talent. However, Lin Xin only cultivated to the level of five layers of blood practice. For ordinary people, it is more than enough to protect themselves or be a border army, but in Lin's house, it is a real waste!

Today, Lin Yao, the owner of the Lin family and Lin Xin's uncle, practiced "Gang Qian Dou Jin" to the seventh level at the age of 16. At the age of 19, he practiced to the eighth level. At the age of 25, he entered the ten levels of god practice, and successfully broke through three years later, became a fighter, and was able to successfully take over before the age of 30. He was the head of the clan and served as the commander of the Yuan garrison.

The fighters are extremely rare for the remote city of Yuanshu, but only a few dozen people. Most of the children of the big families in the city are just the cultivation of middle-level martial arts practitioners. Therefore, any fighter is in a high position and has great power in the city.

Outside the backyard, Lin Shengmu also looked approving, nodded and sighed sadly. As for Lin Xin's qualifications, Lin Shengmu knows that it is indeed the best one he has ever seen, which is three times better than the so-called well-qualified disciples. And it is extremely hard to practice, but what is the reason that Lin Xin can't break through until now? You know, even if the qualifications are several times worse than Lin Xin's disciples, many of them have broken through to the sixth level of internal strength...

"Maybe, it's the extreme that things must be reversed. Isn't he too cruel to force himself?" Looking at Lin Xin, who was desperately practicing and was extremely moved by himself, Lin Shengmu sighed and thought so.

"Master, you are here." Lin Xin worked hard for a week. He slowly closed his work and opened his eyes. Suddenly, he saw Lin Shengmu standing under the stake, jumped down quickly, and bowed to the courte.

"There was a breakthrough last night?" A trace of hope appeared in Lin Shengmu's heart and asked.

Lin Xin lowered his head and shook his head sadly.

Lin Shengmu frowned and said slowly, "It's not a good practice to practice hard, and you should also pay attention to the combination of work and rest. Go into the house and wash. You don't have to practice today. Have a good rest. Finally, slowly speaking, he could still say what he wanted to rest, and Lin Shengmu was unconsciously relieved.

"Yes." Lin Xin agreed and turned around and entered the room. However, he changed his clothes and quickly came out again. On his hands, there was another ten-pound iron pendant. He jumped on two wooden stakes again. Facing the rising morning sun, he sank his waist and tied his horse, and his hands were knotted. He couldn't help spitting and urging him to move.

He also learned from Lin Xin to stand on the wooden stake. Hu Hu Shengfeng walked a long fist, and then stopped his posture. Seeing the extra things in Lin Xin's hand, he was stunned. He looked at the resolute and persistent apprentice, and sighed silently. Suddenly, a remorous anger surged up in his heart: God, don't you really open your eyes, so Why can't children who practice hard work succeed?