C197 (1/2)
As the sun rose higher and higher, the temperature of the sun rose higher and higher. It hadn't even been a quarter of an hour since noon.
At this time, in a certain residence in the physical fitness section of Crimson Nimbus Martial School, after a brief period of calm, a dazzling golden light suddenly passed through the crack in the room. The entire room seemed to have turned into a small sun, dazzling and dazzling!
The brilliant radiance was maintained for less than a blink of an eye, and then quickly retracted like the tide, returning to its previous appearance.
In the room, a figure suddenly stood up. Black hair fluttering in the wind, sharp eyes, and a faintly discernible sense of determination and sharpness could be seen between his brows. His body was tall and straight, his muscles powerful and full of strength!
Ling Yan joyfully clenched his fists. Feeling the surging blood energy that was being transmitted from his body, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted.
Peak of the Second Stage, strength 6000 jins! Its defensive power had risen to another level!
In addition, the effects of the silver had already been completely absorbed by him. Even if it was an attack from a 4th level Mortal Stage martial artist, it would not be so easy to cut through Ling Yan's body without great destructive power.
Moreover, it seemed that the effects of the Bearheart Pill had not yet been fully absorbed. A small part of it had been left in his meridians. When he bought the Tyrant Body Pill and broke through to the 3rd level of the Mortal Stage, these effects would immediately materialize and strengthen his cultivation!
The 'Berserk Golden Body Art' was truly worthy of being called one of the top cultivation methods in the Spirit Realm. It was able to perfectly absorb medicinal pills. Otherwise, he would at most be at the peak of the Second Stage of the Mortal Nascent Soul Stage.
What surprised Ling Yan the most wasn't the massive increase in his cultivation, but the fact that his own fist wind seemed to have evolved.
Ling Yan pushed open the door and went out, arriving at a small courtyard outside the house. He randomly found a stone block, gently extended his fist, and stopped an inch in front of the stone block. Then, the power of blood in his body slightly moved.
”Boom!”
With a loud explosion, the block of stone in front of Ling Yan's fist instantly burst apart, as if it had been struck by a powerful energy, and was crushed to pieces.
Fist light!
Was this the power of the fist light? It was a level higher than the destructive power of the fist wind! Ling Yan muttered to himself and retracted his fist. His eyes lit up.