"I have a very high generation. Isn't it a good idea to accept you as disciples?" Old Feng rolled his eyes and said.
Well, this reason is sufficient. If Mr. Feng accepts them as his disciples, wouldn’t he even respectfully call him Taizeng Taizeng Master when he sees them, let alone the others.
Imagine a group of old men and women with white hair and wrinkles bowing in front of me and shouting about the old master Taizeng Taizeng Master. The fat white men and women all felt chills, so they didn't insist and kept getting up.
"I can't tell you the secrets of those few magical treasures in the sky, otherwise it will only harm you. Take these sets of martial arts to see if you can understand them?" Mr. Feng said as he took out a few sets of martial arts and handed them over them separately.
Give to a few people.
Although he could not understand the secrets of those rare treasures in the sky, the fat white man was not disappointed. He could tell from the previous words that he was interested in Gu Fenghua. The reason why he taught them the skills was
Just buy one get three get one get three free.
In fact, they also knew that not everyone was qualified to know such a secret. If you were not careful, you might cause death.
Besides, what Mr. Feng learned in this way is not unusual, so how can they be disgusted?
After taking the technique, several people immediately started to read it hungrily. The profoundness and mystery of this technique is far beyond the incomplete collection of books in Piaoyun Valley. I believe that even the complete technique that is secretly passed down by Xinghua Temple is far away.
It's far from comparable to it.
For a moment, how could the fat white guys and others understand clearly? They all had a slight understanding of the skills they had in their hands, and subconsciously looked at the skills in the hands of the other people.
"Everyone has different physiques and different practice methods. I have specially selected the techniques in your hands based on your physique. If you practice other techniques, you will get half the effort, or even fail in your life.
You have already understood your own skills thoroughly, and then look at other skills to achieve the effect of learning from other skills.” Mr. Feng reminded.
"There is such a thing?" Gu Fenghua looked at Mr. Feng in confusion.
Everyone has different physiques, so even if you practice the same technique, the progress will be different. She knows this, but in general, the difference is extremely small, and a good technique is hard to find.
Therefore, most people don’t pay so much attention to it. It’s good to have good skills, so how dare you pick and choose?
So it was the first time Gu Fenghua heard that different techniques would have such a great impact on cultivation.
"How wonderful and mysterious the martial arts of Wuji Shengtian are, it is far from what you can imagine. Maybe you can't feel it now. When it comes to the late stage of Xuansheng, you will know the difference." Old Feng was serious and serious.
Said.
After saying that, he said to the fat man and the others: "Fortunately, your cultivation is too poor, so I feel embarrassed to say anything. I really don't know how you have practiced over the years, so it's still time to learn this technique. If it's time to do it again
If you are a little taller, this way of cultivation will be completely ruined.”
Although Mr. Feng was full of gratitude when he said this, the fat white guys and others were not grateful at all, and their faces were flushed with shame.
Please, they are considered elites of Lingtian Academy, so good. In the capital, this kind of cultivation has made many children of the same age so envious that they can't sleep at night. Why is it so bad that they are in Feng Lao's mouth?