"How is this possible?" The fat monk was shocked after he paused.

In their opinion, physical art is just the basic method among all kinds of methods. The practice of physical art is boring and boring, and it requires years of persistence to achieve success in practice. However, when a practitioner practices physical art to the ultimate state, the body will produce some mystery. This mystery is too rare. However, once it appears, physical art will be raised to another level.

The mages in the world know that physical skills require years of hardening the body. Over time, when practitioners practice for decades or even hundreds of years, the body will undergo a great transformation, and even after physical skills reach the ultimate realm, they will awaken a terrifying magical physique.

Once that magical constitution is awakened, it will shake the whole world.

In short, physical skills are extremely sacred in the eyes of the fat monk. Even though physical skills are just the most basic method of cultivation among great magicians, he could not reach that method at Mo Bei's current level.

But there was such an unexpected thing in the dark. The fat monk was so scared that he was sweating when he saw it, so he reluctantly accepted it.

"You have even practiced this method to the level of perfect external practice. It's really a ghost." The fat monk said in frightened.

Mo Bei squinted his eyes and looked at him, for fear that he would not be scared. He stood straight. When his emotions accumulated to a certain critical point, four gray-blue wings appeared on the magic boots under his feet, flapping them vibrantly.

"I have my own fate. The physical art I practice is called "Body Tempering Jue". There are 120 body quenching pictures in total, and I have already practiced the sixtieth one, so I decided to come to see you temporarily." Mo Bei said indifferently.

"Very good. Your 120 body tempering maps can barely squeeze into the ranks of medium-sized methods. Only magicians who have reached the realm of a great magician can practice physical skills in the world. Only because physical skills will wear down the spirit of a cultivator. Once those with too low realm practice, their blood and energy will be consumed in an instant and their body will be depleted to death sooner or later. Therefore, only after the magician cultivates his body to the realm of a great magician, they can initially practice. As the strength of the cultivator increases, physical skills can increase layer by layer. However, with your current physique, you can practice physical skills to the level of perfect external refining. However, it is not common for you to practice physical skills, but it saves a lot of time."

The fat monk smiled darkly, took the wine gourd around his waist, opened the gourd plug, and took a few sips.

"I already know your purpose, stinky brat."

The fat monk smiled silly. Since sending Mo Bei to Austin Magic Academy to practice, if there is no big deal, with this guy's personality, it will be difficult for him to meet him.

"Uh! It's clear that I have reached my current state. In fact, I don't know how to continue practicing. I can't spy on the internal cultivation method in the physical art for a while, so I have to come and ask for advice."

Mo Bei bowed slightly and said in a low voice.

"I know there is no good thing for you to come to me. Forget it, I really owe you in my previous life."

The fat monk tsk his mouth, tasted the wine in the gourd, and then hung the wine gourd around his waist and continued.

"The magician who has reached this level of practice has become very comprehensive. Physical skills are actually only the basic methods for great magicians to practice. Magicians at this level are all extremely powerful beings, so it is very clear. Next, I will teach you the basic methods for great magicians to practice." The fat monk said.

"Basic Law? Haha, I heard that a great magician will nurture magical powers. What is this basic law? You won't be in the frame of me!" Mo Bei said in confusion.

This time he came, he was not going to learn some basic methods, but to learn powerful magical powers. If he learned a half-stage magical power at the realm of his high-level magician, then he would have the capital to beat the same level in the Soul-Surface Hall, because those people in the sect probably have been fighting since childhood. If they really had trouble in the sect, they would have left their cards, otherwise they would be exposed and they would have no way to run away.

He didn't want to plunge into the Dead Sea without going back.

"Frame you? Don't be too proud of yourself and have supernatural powers. You really dare to think that great magicians who can nurture magical powers are all extreme existences. Those supernatural powers cannot be nurtured in a short time. You are just a high-level magician, and the road is still very long. I only have the basic law here. If you want to learn, I will teach you. If you don't learn, you will be too lazy to be with you."

The fat monk looked disgusted, and after saying that, he turned around and was no longer there.

"Hey hey hey, what expressions are? We are discussing the problem. Do you know what is discussing the problem? It depends on what your disgust is."

Seeing the fat monk turn around, Mo Bei's cold faces smiled and reached out to pull him away.

"What?" The fat monk raised his eyes and narrowed his eyes, which meant he was asking if you want to learn.

"Really not?"

But Mo Bei asked in confusion again.

"No, really not."

The fat monk was impatient and turned around again, and was pulled back by Mo Bei.

He had a dark face and looked disgusted.

"Then the Basic Law is amazing!"

Mo Bei was interested, and it was better to substitute for the next study than not.

"Oh!" The fat monk finally smiled.

"This basic method is of course powerful. You must know that when a magician enters the sect, he may spend his entire life in endless battles. To put it simply, the reason why there are magicians in this world is because there are still battles here. The fighting style of the great magician is different from that of the high-level magicians. The combat form will be very different. Therefore, what causes the combat form of the great magician to reverse is the basic method that you look down on. After this explanation, I will ask you again, do you want to learn it?"

The fat monk smiled faintly and was proud. From Mo Bei's contemplative and serious face, he already had the answer, so he was a little excited in his heart and finally won the championship back.

"Study, of course, you should take out such a good thing early." Mo Bei was not willing to be outdone.

"Tsk, I'm not close to you, why do you teach you?" The fat monk said furiously.

"Well!"

Mo Bei suddenly couldn't take the conversation, and when he thought of the letter from a few days ago, he laughed.

"You see what you said is so indifferent, how could we have nothing to do with you, dear uncle."

Mo Bei stuck out his tongue, as if he had mastered the victory fist.

"Naughty."

The fat monk glared, smiled, and then fell down again.

"Come with me."

The fat monk became solemn, and his fat figure walked to the back door.

"Crack"

As soon as the door opened, the lush bamboo forest was extremely lush, and it was obvious that there was no bamboo forest.

These bamboos are thick and tall, extremely green, and the lush bamboo leaves are fresh. Mo Bei walks in the bamboo forest, and his nose is full of sweetness.
Chapter completed!