C13 Three Years Limit

The third year of chapter 13.

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When Lin Mo heard this voice, black lines appeared all over his head. Why did this fellow appear again?

"Damn, didn't I tell you not to be surprised? Besides, your eye saw that I was proud and it made you happy. What do you care? "

" Tsk, who told you to break through again? Don't you know that once you break through to the 7th level of Spiritual Power, you'll wake me up? "

The shameless voice of the shrine came again, obviously jealous that he was woken up.

"I was wrong when I broke through, right? Do you really want to change masters that much?! You're such an idiot. "

Lin Mo had gradually realized that the shrine might be an antique. It was even to the extent that... He was even older than old beggar, but you mustn't treat him as a senior expert or something, because this fellow was truly shameless to the extreme. They had no idea what kind of masters this fellow had with him.

"Don't talk about those useless masters of mine. None of them caught my eye." Lin Mo had just thought of this in his heart when the shrine immediately said unhappily.

"F * ck, you know what I think. Can't you let me have some privacy?" Lin Mo, who heard this, was also shocked.

"Don't worry! I only occasionally read your thoughts. Look at your petty face." Looking at Lin Mo's frightened face, the shrine said indifferently.

"Get lost!" Of course, Lin Mo didn't believe this guy's words. He immediately said in a speechless manner.

"Alright! I was going to give you something when I saw you break through, but since you aren't in a good mood, I'll tell you about it in the future!"

Suddenly, the shrine also said lazily.

Lin Mo's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this. Immediately, he softened his body.

"Don't, don't, don't! Brother shrine, no, Master Kan, your Excellency doesn't care about petty people. Today's matter should be handled well. "

"Brat, don't try to play tricks on me. Master Kan won't bother with you. Otherwise, no matter how much you flatter me, it will be useless. "

"Yes, yes, yes! Your prime minister can hold a ship in his belly. Do you think you can give me that high rank martial skill? "

" Who told you that it was a high rank martial skill? I already told you to wait until you finish cultivating those two martial skills. "

"Ah! Then what are you talking about?"

Hearing that it wasn't a martial skill, Lin Mo was also surprised.

" Kid, don't look like that. This thing's effect isn't any worse than a high rank martial skill! Carefully feel it. "

Immediately, Lin Mo temporarily put down the disappointment in his heart when he heard this. He immediately shut his eyes.

Spirit Concealing Technique.

Cultivators could restrain their own strength. If their realm wasn't as high as the cultivator's, then they wouldn't be able to break through three major realms.

After feeling the information, Lin Mo opened his eyes as well. At this time, the voice of the shrine also came at the right time.

"Kid, I'm too lazy to peek at your secrets. But with your current appearance, I believe that this supplementary cultivation technique should be very suitable for you. The difficulty of cultivating it isn't high, but its effects are also rather useless. However, at the crucial moment, it can be used to turn the situation around. "

After listening to the words of the shrine, the disappointment in Lin Mo's heart had completely disappeared. Not bad! If his current strength was known by the people who harmed him back then, he didn't know what kind of action he would take. Therefore, this concealment technique had a great effect on Lin Mo.

"Alright, you don't need to say it. I know you want to thank me. I'm going to sleep."

Before Lin Mo could finish sighing, the shameless voice of the shrine came again and disappeared!

Lin Mo also smiled speechlessly. There was still about half a month before he returned to the Lin family. During this period of time, he hoped to be able to thoroughly understand this concealment technique and the critical strike.

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It was indeed as the shrines had said. The difficulty of training this Hidden Spirit Technique was not high. Lin Mo felt that he was about to be considered to have entered the door after four to five days. Lin Mo also spent another two days to train this Hidden Spirit Technique.

Only after feeling that it was about time did Lin Mo begin to grasp the critical strike that he had been looking forward to for a long time.

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The so-called critical strike was naturally an attack that erupted with a shocking strength at a sudden moment. In other words, it was an attack that was several times stronger than one's own strength. Such a light attack would cause the enemy to be seriously injured. If it was serious, it would directly cause the enemy to die and return to the West.

And how could such a shocking power suddenly erupt at that moment?

This critical strike had such a heaven defying ability. The technique of a critical strike required one to be proficient in the utilization of spirit energy to the extreme.

Moreover, there had to be a period of time to prepare...

Critical strike was to store and compress the spirit energy of the original attack, then continue to compress the spirit energy of the second attack, continuously compress until the bottom line of the compression.

Then, when the compressed spirit energy was released at once to attack the enemy, it could achieve the effect of doubling the power of a single attack. However, this critical strike martial skill was extremely proficient in using spirit energy for martial artists, and it also had the strength of a martial artist's body.

This was because the strength of a normal martial artist's body would not be able to withstand so many compressions.

Therefore, the cultivation conditions for this critical strike also required an extraordinary body. At this moment, Lin Mo's heart was also moved. It seemed that these two martial skills were specially chosen by old beggar for him. They were extremely suitable for him to achieve something in a short period of time.

Lin Mo also put down his thoughts when he thought of this. Since old beggar was considering this for him, he could not waste any more time. Otherwise, how could he be worthy of old beggar's painstaking efforts?

Lin Mo, who had begun to train according to the description on the mark, had an incomparably solemn expression. Clearly, he did not dare to be neglectful when it came to training a martial skill like a critical strike.

Lin Mo slowly channeled the spiritual energy in his body towards his fist. Because it was the first time he started to practice the critical strike, Lin Mo didn't dare to be careless. He only used a little bit of the spiritual energy to prevent any accidents.

After circulating the spiritual energy to his fist, Lin Mo began to compress the ball of spiritual energy according to the critical strike's instructions. Even though he was mentally prepared, Lin Mo still found that he had underestimated the requirement of controlling the spiritual energy in a critical strike.

This was because Lin Mo realized that compressing the spirit energy that was about to attack him was an extremely difficult task. It was as if he could feel the spirit energy continuously compressing him. The ball of spirit energy suddenly became restless.

Lin Mo, who had a slight feeling, suddenly felt something in his heart. This was what the critical strike said about losing control. As expected, as Lin Mo continued to compress the ball of spiritual energy, the ball of spiritual energy suddenly exploded from Lin Mo's fist.

Bang!

A dull sound was heard, and Lin Mo could not help but snort coldly.

A trace of bright red blood slowly slid down from Lin Mo's fist. It was clearly caused by his spiritual energy losing control.

At this moment, Lin Mo's heart was still palpitating. Fortunately, he wasn't in a hurry and only used a small amount of spiritual energy as an experiment, but even so, the loss of control of the spiritual energy still injured him.

Smiling bitterly, Lin Mo didn't continue. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and began to heal his injured hand. Under the nourishment of the spiritual energy, Lin Mo's right hand was also safe and sound. After that, Lin Mo continued to study the critical strike.

With his previous experience, Lin Mo didn't dare to be neglectful. This time, the spirit energy was reduced by a few points because Lin Mo was preparing to slowly come over.

Circulating the spirit energy to his palm, Lin Mo immediately began to compress the spirit energy again.

Bang!

Another deep explosion rang out, but this time Lin Mo's expression only slightly changed, because Lin Mo had already reduced his spiritual energy by a few points. So at this moment, Lin Mo only felt a sense of numbness on his palm.

This tiny spiritual energy attack might not be very powerful, but the power of the explosion in his body was not the same as the power of words. Suddenly, Lin Mo's spiritual light flashed. He shook his head immediately. This idea was not bad, but it could not be realized yet. He would have to wait until he was stronger to think about it!

A thought suddenly flashed in Lin Mo's mind, but it was temporarily suppressed by Lin Mo.

It was still the same...

Practicing the Critical Strike was the same as practicing the Black Finger. It was the same as repeatedly repeating the same opinion. The Black Finger was constantly poking the Iron Locust Tree, while the Critical Strike was constantly practicing the compressed Spiritual Energy.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye...

Lin Mo discovered a problem. He had used up all the spiritual herbs that old beggar had left behind. In other words, his cultivation speed, which would make others envious, would be gone in the future.

Lin Mo felt that there was still some distance between him and the 9th level of spirit energy. What was this!?

But there was one thing that made Lin Mo happy, and that was that these five days of bitter cultivation had finally allowed Lin Mo to feel a trace of a critical strike.

Circulating an incomparably weak trace of spirit energy into his palm, Lin Mo's expression suddenly became serious, and he began to carefully compress that weak trace of spirit energy.

In an instant, under Lin Mo's continuous compression, Lin Mo felt that the weak trace of spiritual energy was being controlled by him to shrink, and it was slowly shrinking. A considerable resistance came from the spiritual energy.

After a moment, the trace of spirit energy finally stopped resisting, because the trace of spirit energy had been completely compressed by Lin Mo, but the most important thing was that the trace of spirit energy was extremely weak, but everything was difficult at the beginning.

Then, Lin Mo once again transferred the same amount of spirit energy to his right palm, and then began to compress it a second time. As expected, the second successful compression was much easier with the first success.

After several successes, Lin Mo also slowly tried to increase the intensity of the spirit energy and compress it bit by bit.

Since he had already begun to slowly grasp the technique, the next thing he needed to do was to wait.

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Five days passed in the blink of an eye...

"Hu!"

A mouthful of turbid air was spat out from Lin Mo's mouth. Immediately, Lin Mo lifted his head slightly and looked at the thread of light that had shot into the roof. Lin Mo greedily inhaled a deep breath of air as he looked at the thread of light. Subsequently, an unknown emotion flashed across Lin Mo's black eyes.

"It's time to go home..."