In the inaccessible mountains in the southeast of the Great Xia Kingdom, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple. In front of the Taoist temple, a white-haired old man sat cross-legged. Opposite the old man stood a black-clothed youth with a decadent face and melancholy eyes. Lin Feng, ten years have passed, you can go down the mountain. The old man said. Want to beat me up again? Lin Feng responded coldly. The old man was silent for a moment. If you think "Ten Years of Cultivation of Immortals" is not bad, please don't Forget to recommend it to your friends in QQ group and Weibo!