C581 Qigong Deviation

Despite this, Lin Yuchen still tried his best to remain calm. He cultivated while absorbing experience to find his own shortcomings.

"If you don't think about it, you will be confused. If you don't think about it, you will be defeated. " Lin Yuchen understood this principle. At the same time, Lin Yuchen also knew that everything was done step by step, especially when it came to learning martial arts. When cultivating inner energy, one had to be more cautious and calm. If one wanted to be fast, one would not be able to achieve it.

Lin Yuchen understood all of these, but he could not help but feel anxious, annoyed, and even a little bit frustrated. After all, the martial arts in this secret book was pure and refined, and he had the Pure Element Arts as his foundation. Why was there such a situation? Why was this the result? Lin Yuchen really couldn't figure it out.

The weather these few days was sometimes gloomy and sometimes sunny, but Lin Yuchen's heart had always been filled with worry.

When he woke up in the morning, the weather was cool and refreshing. His mood was pretty good, so Lin Yuchen chopped off a bamboo. He made himself a flute. In the Ghost Thief's Mansion, Muh Yifeng and Yu Yu had taught Lin Yuchen a lot of musical instruments. It was like a lute or an ancient zither. Muh Yifeng and the others were waiting for him, but it was a pity. Lin Yuchen was really a musical idiot. Furthermore. . . His heart was no longer there, so he learned from him. He only learned the flute and the flute, but it was still pretty good.

He originally wanted to play a few songs to relax and change his mood. Who would have thought that he had not finished one song? He could not continue. The more he blew, the more annoying it became. The more he blew, the messier it became.

It was better to cultivate. When cultivating, he was anxious. If he did not cultivate, he would be even more anxious.

Although Lin Yuchen knew that inner energy was his weakness in the past, he did not expect it to be so short. It would be fine if he could not compare to Jin Gaangyan, Zhu Yongzhen, and the rest. If Lin Chenghou and this girl had not given him their true energy, his current inner energy would not even be comparable to Yan Yufeng and Kui Dazhuang's.

The dream that he had in the past few days appeared in Lin Yuchen's mind from time to time. Yang Xiaotian, Black Widow, and Yu Yu were really surrounded by the heroes of the martial world. However, he was helpless and helpless.

He thought that his six years of hard work could be considered a small achievement. He did not expect that on this trip, he would find out that he was just a young kid who could not even withstand a single blow. Whether it was martial arts or strategy. . . The entire line was defeated!

Moreover, in front of the people of the Jianghu, he did not even dare to admit that he was a group of treacherous disciples, let alone when something happened later on and he went to protect his Masters.

What Lin Yuchen could think of now was to cultivate, cultivate well, and cultivate this peerless divine skill in the secret manual, so that he could become stronger. However, this divine skill. . . Lin Yuchen only felt that he really did his best, and did his best, but there was nothing he could do. . .

Could this be a problem with his aptitude? For a few moments, Lin Yuchen even began to suspect that it was a problem with his aptitude. It was not because his brain was too stupid or because his talent was too low.

However, Lin Yuchen was still cultivating non-stop, from morning to night, day to day. More than ten days had passed just like that. Lin Yuchen was still at a loss for what to do. And that girl still did not appear. . .

Until this day, the weather was cold, and the cold wind was blowing. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and it looked like it was going to rain soon.

As for Lin Yuchen, he was still concentrating on cultivating on the grass. Before this, he had already stopped eating, drinking, and resting. He had been cultivating non-stop for two days and two nights.

During this time, Lin Yuchen always felt that he was about to find a way to break through, but he missed it when he was about to break through. He came and went, and it seemed that he missed every few times, but every time he missed a thousand miles.

And now, Lin Yuchen only felt that he had reached a critical moment again. Yes, it could be said that it was a critical moment that determined whether he succeeded or failed.

Looking at Lin Yuchen's face, it seemed like his face had turned red and white, black, purple, green and green. The changes were extremely fast, and smoke was billowing from his body, causing him to sweat profusely. The true qi in his body had changed drastically. His whole body was in unbearable pain.

"Hualala!" Heavy rain suddenly poured down from the sky. Lin Yuchen's clothes were completely soaked in the rain in a moment, but his whole body was burning like charcoal.

Failed, failed again. It was exactly the same as the previous times. It felt a little bit worse, just a little bit more, but he missed the opportunity of success again.

No way! Lin Yuchen was not willing to give up. He gritted his teeth and forcefully used his inner energy. Doing this was dangerous and painful, but Lin Yuchen did not want to give up. He did not want his efforts to be in vain.

Why? Why couldn't he succeed? Lin Yuchen could not figure it out. His mind was in a mess.

Could he really be that Ah Dou who couldn't be helped up? Was the mud not stuck to the wall? Why can't I do it when others can?

He had always complained that his father didn't give him a chance. It wasn't until later that he realized that perhaps it was because his talent wasn't as good as Lin Yuhan's. He was far from being as good as Lin Yuhan. Twenty years old. He had just reached twenty years old, yet he had already cultivated the eighth level of the Nine Dragons Spell. He had become one of the top experts in the martial arts world. Moreover, during this period of time, he had even destroyed the Renmo Mound, the Disordered Wind Mountain. The Tang Sect and the others had become the pride of their generation. Such a genius in martial arts. . . How could he compare?

And that Jue Wuchen, in that situation. . . He had self-taught and created his own divine art. "The Extinguishing Cross Knife and Killing God One Knife Chopping were, of course, the Dominating World that could block the Nine Heavens Flying Dragon and the Three Sabers of the Avīci Path. It was really hard to imagine that such a powerful martial art was created by someone who was lacking in skill.

"God Standing and Killing God, Devil Standing and Killing Devil," it was true that his name was well known!

But looking at himself again, the few masters had paved such a good path for him, yet he was still so disappointing. Now that he had obtained this secret manual, he could not even enter the beginner's level.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yuchen only felt very uncomfortable. It was especially uncomfortable, and his mouth was parched. His entire body was boiling hot, and the true qi in his body was boiling. His internal organs, seven meridians and eight meridians. Not only was it unbearable pain, but it was also extremely itchy. . . This was different from what he had encountered before. Lin Yuchen didn't know whether this was good or bad. He didn't want to give up. . .

Yes, persistence was victory, and he had to give it his all. Fighting with his back against the water, perhaps. . .

"Ah!" With a blood-curdling scream, his zhenqi surged. His whole body felt as if it was being torn apart. This? Could it be. . . The last bit of consciousness he had told Lin Yuchen. He was playing with fire and burning himself. He had gone mad. If he did not forcefully suppress the True Qi in his body, then in the worst case. . . His five viscera had been ruptured, and his life had been lost on the spot. In the worst case, his meridians would also be completely severed. He would be crippled all over his body, but Lin Yuchen could do nothing about it now. There was nothing he could do. . .