Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Outside Chang'an City.

somewhere in the valley.

Su Qin sat cross-legged, feeling the difference between his physical body and the one before his transformation.

"At least double to triple in strength."

A smile appeared on Su Qin's face, very satisfied.

He now has a feeling that, without the help of True Essence Spiritual Mind, just relying on the strength of the flesh, a punch is enough to penetrate a small hill.

Simply incredible.

You must know that at his realm, even if it improves a little bit, it is extremely difficult, not to mention the skyrocketing several times?

Many martial arts myths about Venerable Arhats have been spinning in place for decades, and it is difficult to advance an inch.

Like Su Qin, within ten years of entering Venerable Arhat, he has already set foot on the third heaven and transformed his physical body four times. Not to mention that there is no one before or after, at least it has not appeared on this continent.

"In addition to strength, defense has also improved significantly."

Su Qin raised his left hand, opened his sleeve, revealing his slender and slender arm, and then slashed his right hand at will, and a subtle sword light flashed away and silently landed on his left arm.

This subtle sword light is completely introverted, and if it is placed outside, it can easily split a section of the city wall and destroy the city and destroy the land.

But at this moment, the other party landed on Su Qin's slender and slender arm, but only a slight white mark was cut out.

And after the white mark appeared, it disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a short while, it returned to its original state.

"Not bad."

Su Qin nodded slightly.

According to Su Qin's guess, at this moment his physical body is enough to block the attack of ordinary warriors who have just entered the realm of martial arts mythology.

That is to say, even if Su Qin stood there motionless and let a first-level martial arts myth attack, it would be like a breeze blowing his face, and he would not care.

"The most important thing is that through this physical transformation, a trace of 'goldenness' was born."

Su Qin turned his eyes slightly and landed on his arm again, only to see a hint of gold flowing on the surface of his skin.

'Goldenness' is immortal.

Whether it is a Buddhist golden body or a Taoist Dharma body, after cultivation to the extreme, it is all related to the 'golden nature'.

The trace of gold born in Su Qin's body is enough to prove that Su Qin is on the right path and is looking in the right direction.

"Unfortunately, this gold quality is too small. If you want to reach the level of the golden Buddha in the ancestral aperture, you have to transform at least one hundred and eighty times before you can hope?"

Su Qin touched his eyebrows and sighed softly.

However, although Su Qin has some regrets, he is not depressed. He has enough time now, a thousand years of life, even if he improves a little every ten years, it is more than enough.

"My fighting ability now should be comparable to the martial arts myth of the Fourth Heaven, right?"

Su Qin's thoughts were ups and downs, and his eyes were bright.

Boundaries are boundaries.

Fighting is fighting.

Some warriors are good at attacking, and they are often able to defeat the strong and fight by leaps and bounds.

Of course, if the realm is very different, for example, a first-rank grandmaster fights with a third-rank warrior, no matter how good the third-rank warrior is in attacking, the first-rank grandmaster will suppress it easily.

Throughout the world, there are very few warriors who can defeat the strong with the weak. There are not one in a million people. Every one of them is favored by luck. They will achieve extraordinary achievements in the future and are not included in the category of normal warriors.

"Since the transformation of the physical body is completed, it is time to start preparing to break through and enter the fourth heaven."

Su Qin's eyes narrowed, and he made a decision in his heart.

Originally, he had already achieved the Great Perfection of the Third Heaven, and the reason why he had dragged it on until now was because he wanted to wait for his physical body to transform, and then he would make a breakthrough after he had a foolproof grasp.

Now that it has been done, it is natural to prepare for a breakthrough.

at the same time.

Outside the palace, inside the palace of Chen Wang.

Prince Chen, who was wearing a brocade robe, had a gloomy expression on his face.

"Father is already beating me"

Prince Chen's face was extremely ugly.

Some time ago, Prince Chen discovered that some ministers who supported him were successively transferred away, either away from the court or sent to remote areas.

If it is one or two, it may be a coincidence, but it is like this for more than a dozen consecutive people. If Prince Chen still can't react, he is really stupid.

"why!"

"Why does the emperor like that wild species!!"

Prince Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of unwillingness.

Even if Emperor Tang is old, he is also the emperor, the master of Tang country, and wanting to suppress his prince is just a matter of thought.

Even, Prince Chen guessed, if it wasn't for Emperor Tang still thinking about the father-son relationship, I am afraid that even he would be transferred to a remote corner as an idle prince.

at this time.

A middle-aged man like a counselor hurried over.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

The advisor walked not far from Prince Chen and said quickly, "There is news from Nanming."

"Nan Ming?"

Prince Chen was shocked.

"You all leave."

Prince Chen glanced at the maids on both sides and said lightly.

"Yes."

Immediately, in the entire hall, only Prince Chen and the middle-aged advisor were left.

"What did Nanming say?"

Prince Chen took a breath and stared closely at the advisor.

"Your Highness Chen."

"Emperor Ming promised to support His Highness to sit on the throne."

The middle-aged counselor said cautiously.

"Oh?"

Prince Chen looked overjoyed.

What he was most worried about was that Nan Ming didn't like his prince.

But now, since Emperor Ming agreed, he was obviously ready to bet on him.

"What conditions?"

Prince Chen calmed down and asked.

As the prince of Tang Kingdom, Prince Chen naturally knows that there is no such thing as a priceless payment in the world.

Even relatives are calculating against each other, let alone between the two countries?

"Emperor Ming said that after His Highness ascended the throne, he would need to send 800,000 pairs of battle armor to the Southern Ming Dynasty, and use the Northern Song Dynasty."

The middle-aged counselor bowed and said.

"Eighty thousand battle armors?"

Prince Chen's expression changed.

Tang's armor is world-famous, and together with Meng Yuan's iron cavalry, it is known as the two major weapons of war. Nanming does not know how long he has been peeping.

It is a pity that only Tang Guo knows about the armor craftsmanship. Even if Nanming gets some armors on the battlefield, it will not help.

Prince Chen had expected that Nan Ming would play the armor, but he didn't expect the other party to speak so loudly.

As for borrowing the Northern Song Dynasty, it is irrelevant.

"Tell Emperor Ming."

"I promise."

Prince Chen pondered for a long time and said through gritted teeth.

As long as he can ascend to the throne, let alone 800,000 pairs of battle armor, Prince Chen can only agree no matter how big the price is.

Because he has no choice.

Now that you have chosen the path of competition, you can only have everything if you live.

"Your Highness."

The middle-aged counselor looked hesitant, and said, "Emperor Ming's methods are unfathomable, so be careful, Your Highness."

The middle-aged counselor couldn't help but say.

"Of course I know."

Prince Chen slowly got up and took a few steps back and forth.

"All right."

"You go back."

"Don't do anything during this time."

Prince Chen sat down again, looked at the middle-aged adviser and said in a deep voice.

"Yes."