Feng Lin began to cultivate Divine Counterattack in the seclusion of the mountains where no one else was present.
Flames appeared around his body.
Immediately performing Divine Counterattack, he walked out from the flames.
He turned his head back, staring at the flame avatar that matched his own height, and stroked his chin in contemplation.
In the end, he thought of several high-risk methods of operation.
He closed his eyes and began to take action.
Time after time, Feng Lin ended in failure.
Theory and practice were vastly different.
Just as his dad said, this couldn't be taught.
The tricks of drifting a car could be easily googled.
But how many could actually pull it off?
"Damn, this is difficult."
Feng Lin casually threw the twig in his hand.
The twig, like a longsword, pierced through the distant flame avatar.
Feng Lin's gaze suddenly sharpened, thinking that if it's about simply controlling Qi, White Emperor's Holy Sword held tremendous reference value.
