After lunch, the three of them walked on the tree-lined path to digest food.

Wang Changshengdao was in a happy mood and occasionally punched a few times as he walked.

Although his body was white and fat, he seemed to have no strength, but after he swung his punch, his aura suddenly became extremely strong and his body was as fast as a spirit snake.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Bang!

The air was blown away.

Ye Lin became more and more frightened the more he looked at it. If this punch hit him, his bones would be broken. Wang Changsheng's cultivation level was obviously much higher than him, and he was already very close to the level of Qi training!

After a set of punches, Wang Changsheng looked at Song Lingtian with a provocative meaning: "Your Highness Thirteenth, have you made two moves?"

A glimmer flashed in Song Lingtian's eyes and said a little coldly: "Wang Xiaopang, your gravel punch is good and your body skills are very solid, but it is not as powerful as my Tiger Roar Fist."

"Whether it is powerful or not, you will know if it takes two moves!"

Wang Changsheng no longer sought Song Lingtian's consent. His white and fat body rushed towards Song Lingtian like a hungry wolf pounced on food.

Song Lingtian seemed to have been ready to flash into Ye Lin's eyes and turn into a afterimage to meet him. Ye Lin only heard Song Lingtian's fist tearing the air and letting out a roar like a tiger going down the mountain, and then heard a "bang" explosion.

The two of them fists at the fists, and the air was beaten to the point where the air waves caused a rolling wave of air. The flowers, plants and trees around were swept around by the waves, and some withered leaves were rolled around.

It is obvious that the punch these two men made was a punch filled with magic power.

Song Lingtian's cultivation is actually quite advanced, and he seems to be about to enter the first level of Qi training!

Ye Lin's heartbeat faster and his blood gushed.

You can have such powerful strength before you can enter the first level of Qi training. You can imagine the strength of those Qi training monks and Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

After one punch, Song Lingtian and Wang Changsheng were shocked by the huge force and retreated repeatedly.

Ye Lin noticed that Song Lingtian took three steps in a row, while Wang Changsheng took five steps to stabilize his body, and blood was overflowing in their fists.

This time, Song Lingtian obviously won the fight.

When Ye Lin thought the atmosphere was about to become tense and the two sides were about to take action, Wang Changsheng burst into laughter.

"Okay, Your Highness's spiritual roots have only been awakened for two months, and he is almost stepping into the first level of Qi training. I'm afraid he has the best spiritual roots, right?"

Song Lingtian did not deny nor admitted it, and said lightly: "You are not bad either. You have awakened your spiritual root for three months and have delicious food and fun all day long. Your strength has not fallen behind. I am afraid you have the best spiritual root."

Wang Changsheng said: "Okay, you are three points better than Fatty Master. From now on, Fatty Master will listen to you and you will be the boss."

Then the two smiled very tacitly.

Ye Lin: “…”

Both of these people actually have top-grade spiritual roots!

Originally, Ye Lin was a little confident and proud, thinking that although his family background was not good, his spiritual roots were much better than ordinary people. Now it seems that he is far inferior to spiritual roots.

He was so lucky to be a neighbor with them because his experience attracted much attention... Maybe the senior brother who arranged the dormitory also had a little sympathy for him and was almost captured by the demon demon before he could get started, so he specially arranged a good dormitory for him to make friends with the genius monks in the future.

Of course, his five elements are rare enough. Although it is not as good as the top-grade spiritual root, it is also the top qualification among the middle-grade spiritual roots.

Song Lingtian looked at Ye Lin again, with a hint of curiosity.

"Only we are fighting, we can't decide who will be the boss, Brother Ye, can we make two moves?"

Ye Lin waved his hand quickly and smiled awkwardly: "You are the boss, Brother Changsheng is the second, and I am the third, and there is no objection. I will fight... I will be exempted for the time being. I will ask you more advice in the future."

Ye Lin now only has a brute force, and has never learned any moves or body skills. His magic power is far less powerful than them. Now he is definitely a humiliation to fight with Song Lingtian, and he has no idea of ​​being the boss at all.

He really planned to ask them about their practice in the future. These two are from top families and know much more than him.

"Okay... let's help each other in the future." Song Lingtian said.

Wang Changsheng said: "Let us name our small group."

Song Lingtian said: "All of us are monks who pursue immortality, so we should call the immortality meeting. The gathering time is once a month, and every month it will go to your Juyuan Pavilion on the full day of the month."

Wang Changsheng nodded proudly: "The name is very good. Maybe my name can be passed down through the ages. The three of us are all founding members of the Changsheng Association. The name of the Changsheng Association in the future will definitely become famous in the Xunlong Mountains Immortal Cultivation World!"

In this way, a small group of practice was established, and Ye Lin inexplicably became a founding member.

Then, the three of them walked towards the dormitory as they walked.

Wang Changsheng explained to Ye Lin why the monks had to join forces.

Because a group that has no conflict of interest and trusts more can quickly share information, improve each other, solve problems in practice, and trade the items they need with greater confidence, without worrying about being deceived.

The road to immortality is long. If you want to be immortal, you not only need good qualifications and good understanding, but also need enough resources, personal connections, economic resources, and information resources.

Of course, true peerless geniuses, such as those with top-quality spiritual roots or even more ignorant existences, can ignore everything willfully, but it is obvious that none of them are.

More people will join in the future of the Eternal Life Association.

Ye Lin was not disgusted with joining such a team. After all, this is not a brother who shares the joys and sorrows for the alliance. He still joined the association for his own interests.

Not long after, Ye Lin returned to the dormitory, and he took out the "Taixuan Gate Rules" that he had not finished reading and began to recite.

...

As time passes quickly while constantly learning and practicing, in the blink of an eye, it is two months after Ye Lin arrives at Taixuan Gate.

During these two months, Ye Lin read books and practiced day and night.

He had memorized the "Taixuan Gate Rules", learned the "Teng Naming Method", read "Seeing and Experiences of the Longshan Mountains" and "Detailed Explanation of Basic Spells", mastered many common sense in the world of immortal cultivation, and was able to proficiently produce the stone-gravel fist included in "Taixuan Body Forging Technique", use the pace of the wind, and mastered the "Taixuan Sword Technique".

Because Wang Changsheng invited a big meal every now and then, the big pot meal in Taixuanmen canteen on weekdays is much more nutritious than the food Ye Lin ate when he was a slave of the Lin family. Ye Lin's height has soared in just one month, and his body looks like a 15 or 16-year-old boy. Although he is still childish, he already looks heroic and his temperament is no different from Song Lingtian.

In the early morning, the mist was not yet blown away by the mountain wind, and the white fish belly was revealed in the east.

On the training ground.

Only a series of sounds of "Ding Ding Ding" were heard, and the black iron swords slashed each other and sparks flew everywhere. Ye Lin and Song Lingtian were extremely fast in the confrontation, and they appeared and appeared in the mist like ghosts.

Wang Changsheng touched his beardless chin and felt a little tooth-achieving, "Brother Ye grew up a little faster. He hadn't touched the sword two months ago. Now he fights Song Lingtian back and forth. Although he falls a little, he will not defeat him for a short time... His magic power is close to the first level of Qi training. He really only has the middle-grade spiritual roots?"

"Why do I feel like I'm going to be the third child if I don't work harder?"
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