He waved his hand, and the astonishment on his face disappeared, and then he stopped his hand calmly, as if the name of a little person lost in the depths of his memory was mentioned, and it took him a while to recall it.
"Oh, him."
"No, this is not deduction."
Fu Ting felt like he was shocked.
Oh, him?
With such a casual tone, this guy shows how much he disdains Lu Cangqiong!
Is it possible that what he practices is not the art of deduction, but a terrifying Taoist inheritance that is comparable to the art of deduction?
In the competition between the two, do they look down on each other?
Fu Ting suddenly became serious and said: "Fu has little knowledge, dare I ask what kind of inheritance Brother Hu practices?"
"Textile art."
Tang Baihu thought about it and answered. He didn't know the deduction technique at all, but this man did. If he pretended in this situation, he was doomed to die miserably, so he might as well tell the truth.
And to be honest, I may not even know this guy.
Sure enough!
"Textile art..." Fu Yuxiang really didn't think about the secular textile art at the first time.
On the contrary, the scene of the God of War with the needles dancing wildly behind Tang Baihu and wreaking havoc on the sea of flowers appeared in his mind again.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Tang Baihu laughed.
He stretched out his hand, pinched it with his fingers, and each of his fingertips pinched out a spiritual needle.
"What is this?" Tang Baihu asked.
Fu Ting looked at the spiritual needle and fell into deep thought.
Is this the manifestation of some great avenue?
It doesn't look like it...
Or, what kind of secret is this?
Not really...
After searching through all the weird abilities in his memory, Fu Ting suddenly felt that there was only one ordinary ability that could explain it.
"This is……"
"Needle?"
Tang Baihu glanced at him and nodded approvingly: "Not bad, very understanding."
Most people, even if they have guessed it, would not dare to say that directly.
Fu Ting:???
Tang Baihu said nothing. As soon as his hands crossed, his righteousness was compressed into a thread.
As the spiritual needle moves, a swaying spiritual thread appears behind the butt of the needle.
"What is this again?" Tang Baihu asked again.
A strange look appeared on Fu Ting's face.
Even if he tried to connect this thing with something high-end, his reason and memory would clearly tell him: I can't do it.
"Thread?" He muttered, his voice slightly uncertain.
Tang Baihu's eyes were smiling, he pursed his lips and nodded: "Not bad."
Fu Ting: "..."
He was speechless.
But when I thought about the scene where this guy was standing in the air without moving, using a needle to break through the sea of flowers, I felt a little excited.
Could it be that this simple thing can be combined into some terrifying weapon?
He looked at it expectantly.
Tang Baihu felt his gaze and started to act on his own.
With his hands moving, very quickly, the spiritual needles were threaded and intertwined in the void, playing the music of the wind, which was dazzling.
Fu Ting swallowed his saliva and stared at Tang Baihu's movements, trying to figure out some mystery from it.
This is the legendary "textile technique" that can break one's own "Tiandao Formation"!
Maybe, this is the only chance in this life that I can get in touch with it so close!
Be sure to grasp it!
Tang Baihu's hands were flying, and this random weaving movement had no structure at all to him.
After accidentally glancing at Fu Ting beside him, he saw a familiar figure in the man's eyes.
Such a thirst for knowledge...
Yun Zhonghe, is that you Yun Zhonghe?
Tang Baihu had already noticed something was wrong. This guy seemed to have too high expectations for himself.
You can give your own demonstration...
Fu Ting's eyes grew wider and wider, while Tang Baihu's eyes became more and more hollow. Finally, the two sides came to an abrupt stop at a key point in the rhythm.
An abrupt end also means the end.
When Tang Baihu's orchid fingers settled on the needle, the spiritual needle had already pulled the sparkling threads and spun fabrics in the air.
Tang Baihu looked at the thing in his hand and felt a little unable to handle it.
The sense of anticipation that Yun Zhonghe felt just now was really too strong.
Maybe such a thing alone can't suppress him?
Fu Ting frowned, disappointment flashing in his eyes.
This disappointment was not directed at Tang Baihu, but at himself.
really……
As expected, my understanding is still a bit lacking!
After all, I still failed and couldn't figure out anything from this mysterious method!
Fu Ting sighed, but...
Looking at Tang Baihu's hand, this exquisite work of art was swaying in the wind and full of weaving technology.
The more Fu Ting looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.
"This is?"
Tang Baihu swallowed his saliva, suppressed his guilty conscience, and said mysteriously: "New Year's Eve."
Yes, this is a simple New Year's Eve.
To others, this thing may be a little complicated, but to Tang Baihu, the knowledge reserve brought by the half-step master-level "Textile Perfection" in his mind is really not empty.
It’s just a New Year’s Eve, you can get it at your fingertips!
Fu Ting's eyes shone with envy and confusion.
He carefully studied the thing called the "New Year's Knot" in front of him, the exquisite and picturesque interlacing lines, the complicated and special structure that was completely unclear...
Is this a formation?
Who else can build such an exquisite formation in such a short period of time, with such a small structure, without relying on any tools, and just using spiritual energy?
Fu Ting was shocked. Tang Baihu's move really calmed him down.
At least these were things he had never seen before.
"New Year's Eve?" He raised his head, with surprise in his eyes.
"right."
"What does it do?"
"..."
Tang Baihu was silent for a long time, and finally did not say the word "good-looking".
He raised his eyes seriously: "Do you understand?"
Fu Ting was stunned, and his thoughts were suddenly taken away.
"What do you understand?"
"The process just now." Tang Baihu said.
"Um?"
Fu Ting frowned and thought hard, but still couldn't figure it out.
He felt ashamed and said, "Brother Tiger, please give me some advice. What was the process just now?"
"well."
Tang Baihu sighed.
"I thought that if you could answer the first two questions, you would be a malleable talent, but it turns out..."
He paused and did not continue. Instead, he looked at the glittering New Year's knot in his hand and said calmly: "I don't know what kind of deduction technique is."
"But what I just demonstrated is the process of weaving!"
A look of surprise flashed across Fu Ting's eyes, but as soon as this look passed, another trace of doubt appeared.
"Textile..."
What exactly is "textile" when he talks about it?
Fu Ting was puzzled and humbly asked for advice: "What is the special meaning of textiles that Brother Tiger mentioned?"
"none."
"?"
Fu Ting was stunned.
He looked at Tang Baihu's face and stared at it for a long time before confirming that he was not joking.