Chapter 82 (1/2)

He wondered about his status window in the System.

He had both spiritual power and qi.

He thought it would not appear at the same time, but looking at the current situation, there was really no connection between those two.

Lin Fan activated the qi for the first time. In the blink of an eye, many light spots emerged from his skin and concentrated in his palm.

“Is this qi?”

He found that qi seemed to be soft, but it contained a terrifying power.

After experiencing it for himself, he fully understood how wide the gap between spiritual power and qi was.

He didn’t understand it up until the moment.

But at that time.

He could say that for sure.

It was really different, the gap between those two was amazing.

Afterward, he sat and began to practice, but he didn’t know if he could control it or not.

Not long after that.

Lin Fan opened his eyes, and exactly as he thought, he couldn’t control the qi.

Without the Spirit Root, he couldn’t cultivate to be Immortal, even if he now had qi, it was useless.

But that didn’t matter.

Lin Fan just had to keep cultivating.

Lin Fan came to the courtyard to practice the boxing technique.

When he took a stance, all of his energy was to circulate from his feet then concentrated on his fist.

The basic boxing techniques of Immortal was not comparable to any mortal martial arts.

It could arouse all kinds of wonderful energies between heaven and earth, and the vibration was one of them.

Gradually.

The blood in Lin Fan’s body gradually circulated faster.

That was the effect of Earthen Boxing. It would be beneficial if he kept practicing it. It could pump one’s adrenaline for a moment and gave an amazing power.

But…

That was what others needed. When he practiced that boxing technique, he was already destined to be extraordinary.

“Brother Lin, where are you?” At that time, Qin Heng came from a distance.

Lin Fan stopped practicing, “What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”

“It’s okay, I just worry about you, I heard you just returned, and I asked some disciples.” Qin Heng said, but somehow Lin Fan felt something strange with him.

Lin Fan looked at Qin Heng and understood what Qin Heng meant.

He felt the sour taste of jealousy.

“Yeah, Master said that I am a genius, I can’t help it when he said he wants me to be his disciple.”

“Brother Qin, don’t you know, sometimes I don’t like too much attention?”

“What do you say?” Qin Heng asked.

Qin Heng looked indifferent at first, gradually changing to consternation, to hidden envy, jealousy.

As Lin Fan’s words kept hitting him, his expression completely turned sour.