Chapter 190: The Cultivation Method in the Countryside
The news of returning had already reached Wuhou Mansion, and Wuhou immediately sent an extremely luxurious van. Originally, Wuhou had tried his best to invite Gu Xue to Wuhou Mansion as a guest, but Gu Xue needed to stabilize his state at this time. Just now.
I had to spend a lot of time to understand the Wang Bu Xiangsi Slash, so I had to decline it politely.
In Buzhou Mountain, everyone indeed found a mineral vein. This mineral vein belongs to the Gu family, and Zhai Hengzhan, Qingluan and Princess Mingzhu will all share its profits. Several people plan to reduce their share, and Gu Xue, who inherited Wang Buxiangsi Zhan, is destined to
To become a Tianlu-level warrior, it is more important to have a good relationship with Gu Xue. However, Gu Xue still adheres to the plan discussed before, and she does not take the mineral vein too seriously.
"Axue, I'm leaving!" Tang Tian jumped on the van, waved his arms and said loudly: "Axue, work hard! I will come to play with you again in the future!"
A smile appeared on Gu Xue's face, and she nodded seriously and resolutely: "Yes!"
She held Wang Bu Xiangsi Zhan with one hand, her sky blue dress and long black hair flying in the air. She stood on tiptoes, raised her right wrist, and waved desperately to Tang Tian. Watching the van go away,
Watch that figure go away.
The warm sunshine shone on the green distant mountains and the blue sky. The girl quickly recovered from the loss and sadness in her heart. The girl who raised her head had a face filled with warmth and strength.
She was amused by her actions, and smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons, like a cat's contented expression.
Ah Xue must work hard. When she sees him again, she must scare him...
Gu Xue, who squinted her eyes and smiled softly, said to herself softly.
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The van was flying through the air. In order to prevent any accidents this time, Star Master and the four deacons carefully guarded it along the way.
The van was very luxurious and spacious, and everyone had their own room. The little girl was preparing for the journey and begged the teacher to let the handsome Uncle Magic Flute out, but little did she know that as soon as Tang Tian entered the room, he never left the house again.
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Southern Cross Regiment Recruitment Camp.
Bing, Ghost Claw, and Magic Flute stood side by side, looking at Tang Tian who was practicing the Fire Scythe Ghost Claw.
"It's a little early to learn the sixth level." Bing pretended to be a senior person: "According to my many years of experience, it is not a good thing to encourage others to succeed."
Ghost Claw said coldly: "Aren't you always doing this kind of thing?"
Bing was speechless. Indeed, the training he designed for Tang Tian far exceeded Tang Tian's level of true power.
Magic Flute watched the battle with great interest. He was full of interest in both of them. Especially Bing, the soul general from the Southern Cross Corps, who survived to this day. He was very surprised. Although the origin of Ghost Claw was not as prominent as Bing's, he was able to
Creating a master-level claw technique is not an ordinary level.
But what made him most curious was this magical place. Magic Flute could clearly feel that his power was quietly recovering. Although the speed was very slow, it still surprised him. Over the years, his power has continued to grow.
He is helpless to do anything about the loss of the earth. When his power is completely lost, that is the day he dissipates. For any soul general, this is an inevitable result.
I didn't expect that there is such a magical place in this world...
Magic Flute began to integrate into the life of the resident, and soon found a new pleasure, which was torturing Tang Tian with soldiers and ghost claws.
He was also very curious about Tang Tian. It was rare for a young man not to be affected by the slow playing of the flute. This alone was extraordinary.
Soon, his interest became more intense.
What will become of an interesting young man with unlimited potential under the torment of two powerful teachers?
Tang Tian was engaged in a very boring practice. There was an extremely thick anvil in front of him. His fingers were filled with real power and he kept rubbing back and forth on the anvil.
Tang Tian was sweating profusely, his eyes were bulging, and he was grinding his fingers against the anvil with all his strength. Sparks flew everywhere, and iron sand and sweat flew everywhere.
"Is this your Fire Scythe Ghost Claw?" Bing said with some disdain: "Hey, I'm giving Xiao Tangtang's precious training time to you, and you have to be responsible. Don't waste everyone's time by looking for some obscure rural training methods.
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"I am a country boy." Ghost Claw said coldly.
Bing choked. At this moment, Tang Tian had already worn through the anvil in front of him. The ten fingers of his hands almost felt like they belonged to him. He used ten fingers to wear through the thick anvil that was twenty centimeters thick.
He actually did such a boring thing.
Tang Tian was breathing heavily, his fingers were arched like chicken feet and could not be stretched.
"Well done!" The soldier clapped vigorously and praised loudly with squinting eyes: "Such a training with no technical content is really not worthy of a god-like young man. Only the chief instructor of the Southern Cross Corps like me is well versed in the orthodox training methods..."
"Shut up!" Ghost Claw said impatiently: "Why didn't I notice you were so noisy before?"
Bing was furious and was about to speak when Tang Tian gasped and said, "What kind of training is next?"
He spent three days sharpening this anvil.
"As usual." Ghost Claw said.
"Still as usual?" Tang Tian was stunned and looked at the anvil that had been worn through by him: "I've already finished grinding it!"
"Finished? This is just the beginning." Ghost Claw said coldly.
Boom, boom, boom!
Countless anvils fell from the sky like raindrops, covering the entire room. They were densely packed and neatly arranged. Tang Tiansheng felt dizzy at a glance. He trembled: "How many...how many pieces do we have to grind in total?"
"Ten thousand yuan." Ghost Claw said calmly.
Tang Tian almost fainted and wore through ten thousand anvils...
"If you want to cultivate a master-level Fire Scythe Ghost Claw and wear it through these ten thousand anvils, with your qualifications, there should be no problem." Ghost Claw said calmly.
"Ten thousand yuan, one piece for three days, that's 30,000 days. If you add another 6,500 yuan, you can practice for ten years! Even if the speed is accelerated later, let's give a discount, five years." Bing retorted: "Five years
While practicing a seventh-level master-level claw technique, did your head get caught in the door?"
"I've taught you the method. If you can't practice it, it's your own choice." Ghost Claw ignored the soldiers and said directly to Tang Tiandao.
Ten thousand anvils...
Even if it was Tang Tian, he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
Tang Tian took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I'll practice!"
Isn't it just 10,000 anvils? Compared with the basic martial arts training of the past, the number is far behind. There is no shortcut to all martial arts. He thought of the stone stairs dug with swords in Buzhou Mountain, and thought of the dense caves.
Sword marks, every path leading to master-level martial arts must be extremely difficult.
What's more, since I have a new barracks, I need much more time than others.
Without saying a word, Tang Tian began the long and difficult journey of grinding the anvil.
Time passes little by little.
Tang Tian quickly found the trick. The powerful intuition of the Silver Martial Spirit made him unusually sensitive to the flow of true power. After entering the sixth level, his true power expanded to many corners that could not be reached before. His control over the body's
The control ability has also been significantly strengthened.
Tang Tian soon discovered that pouring all the real power into the palm of his hand would not have a good effect. And if a thin layer of real power is attached to the fingertips, it can not only greatly reduce the consumption of real power, but also increase friction.
Effect.
Tang Tian's ten fingers were like ten iron rods, rubbing back and forth on the anvil, causing sparks to fly.
"Tang Tian is very smart." Magic Flute was a little surprised. Tang Tian's efficiency increased rapidly, from one dollar every three days, to one dollar a day, and then three dollars a day, in just ten days.
"Smart?" Bing looked at the magic flute in surprise: "You actually think he is smart. To be honest, I have never seen anyone stupider than him. He makes mistakes ten times out of ten in arithmetic within a hundred. I guess he
The teacher back then must have been angered to death many times."
Magic Flute thought of Tang Tian's usual behavior and couldn't help but laugh: "He is really not very clever at ordinary times."
"Isn't he too clever?" Bing laughed loudly: "He's both smart and stupid, and he doesn't know how to turn his brain. For such a guy, you only said "not too clever". You're too hypocritical."
"You are about the same as Tang Tian now." Guizhua said suddenly.
Bing was furious: "Are you insulting me?"
"Yes." Ghost Claw nodded.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Magic Flute quickly changed the subject: "But I see that he cultivates very quickly."
Sure enough, Bing's attention was diverted: "In terms of cultivation, this guy is an out-and-out genius. However, he must not use the academic theory. This guy's IQ is as low as zero. Those complicated theories, he will never
I don’t understand. But if you throw him into a desperate situation, you will find that he must be the one who comes out alive in the end.”
Bing muttered: "I have encountered such recruits before. I call them beasts. They are like wild beasts. They are not smart, but they have amazing intuition. They can master martial arts very quickly. The important thing is,
Fauvist guys often have pure souls and unusual persistence. When the two are combined, they are like bursts of dazzling light."
"Indeed." Magic Flute nodded in agreement.
"The Brutalists would be miserable if they were in the academy. They are always not good at theory. They are born to be wild and practical. Actual combat and desperate situations are the most suitable places for them to practice." Bing Dao.
Magic Flute was a little curious: "Have you ever trained a very powerful Fauvist before?"
Bing nodded: "Yes, but the beasts are often the easiest to die in battle. Actual combat can make people improve, but the elimination rate in actual combat is much higher than other training methods, so it is easy to die. Many talented beasts die.
Got up very early."
Ghost Claw didn't say anything, he just stared intently at the sparks created by Tang Tian who was sweating profusely.
