The tradition of classical education is that before teaching practical information in class, you should give a long speech to introduce your family's profound background and long history, and how awesome it is.
Wang Fu had not experienced a similar scene for a long time and endured it with great perseverance.
"Now, I will explain the tips on how to use the two spells."
"When casting spells, I can still do it slowly by meditating and practicing."
"Once there is a life-and-death fight, the outcome will be determined by the flash of calcium carbide. The one who takes the lead will win."
When Professor Yuan said this, he gave an example.
"It is said that Leihuo Temple invented a magic weapon that can block the attack of the Bright Light Talisman. But think about it, wouldn't it be wonderful if you strike quickly and blind the opponent before he has time to take out the magic weapon?"
Wang Fu confirmed again and again that this example was not directed at him.
After thinking about it twice, it makes sense.
"A quick word of spellcasting is tied to the lives of our enemies and ourselves. Whoever can seize the opportunity can win alive."
Professor Yuan was making gestures with his hands. The palm of his left hand formed a ball with a shimmering light, and the flying dust on his right hand condensed into a miniature mountain.
In an understatement, using only his left and right hands, he cast two completely different spells at the same time.
Wang Fu couldn't help but admire that Professor Lu couldn't do this trick, but the other party was quite capable.
"In ancient times, there were three kinds of juxtaposition: law, technique, and potential. For magicians, "power" is particularly important."
"Because it is based on the laws of heaven and earth, magic needs to absorb the natural momentum of heaven and earth and turn it into its own power."
"When you look at this ball of light, you should think of the sun, moon, and stars moving around, shining brightly for thousands of miles, and illuminating the universe."
"When you see this mountain, you have to think of mountains with green mountains and thousands of peaks competing for beauty."
Professor Yuan concluded, "Only those who can transform the power of all things into magic can truly attain the Tao."
Wang Fu's heart moved, and he kept the lantern method running. A ball of fire burned in his heart, and he couldn't help but indulge in it.
When Ding Zhangdian taught him the method of keeping lanterns, he explained to him the understanding of each stage and gave him a name for each lantern.
Thinking about it now, Wang Fuquan didn't realize the true meaning at that time. The names of the lamps were not just names, but also the "power" of Ding Zhangdian's understanding of Taoism and integrating into himself.
This trip to Sanqing Palace was not in vain.
Wang Fu thought of his lamp again and was reborn in the fire.
What is one’s own potential, what is the potential at the current stage of cultivation?
“Wang Fu, Wang Fu?
Wang Fu was startled when he heard a shout. When he looked up, Professor Yuan was calling him.
"come here!"
Professor Yuan waved to Wang Fu and motioned him to come forward.
This is to weigh me!
Wang Fu knew this very well. When he was in someone else's place, how could he still show his power?
Previously, Professor Yuan was beaten hard by Master Ding, but the matter was settled in the end. Suffering such a shame and humiliation, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he must be holding back anger in his heart.
No, Wang Fu took the initiative to send it to the head of the gun.
"You came from Thunder Fire Palace. Although you know the spells of Sanqing Palace, you are not very familiar with them."
Professor Yuan pondered for a moment and chose an older disciple, a senior fellow who was at least three or four years old.
"You come and demonstrate the spellcasting rhythm of the Bright Light Talisman to the junior brothers of Thunder Fire Palace."
The senior brother glanced at Wang Fu, stood on the other side, and cast the Bright Light Spell on the spot.
After two breaths, a dazzling light emerged from this senior brother's hand.
I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but this light avoided other people and only pointed at Wang Fu's eyes.
"Well!"
Fortunately, Wang Fu was prepared and moved out of the way in time without being dazzled.
This action was seen by many Sanqing Palace disciples, and bursts of laughter rang out.
Pediatrics!
Wang Fu didn't get angry, but felt funny for a while. There were many dangers as promised, but there were murderous intentions at every step, that's it?
"Wang Fu, do you think it can be so simple and fast when casting a spell?"
Professor Yuan didn't pay attention to the small details just now. In his opinion, it was just a small friction between the disciples and there was no need to intervene.
He looked at Wang Fu and encouraged, "You might as well cast a spell from the Thunder Fire Palace. Don't choose one that's too difficult. Use whatever you're good at."
Wang Fu nodded, raised an index finger, put it to his lips, and said softly, "Wind!"
The next moment, a strong wind emerged from the sky, picking up dust on the ground and roaring into the sky.
"Bah, bah, bah!"
The senior brother who had cast the spell just now, as well as the Sanqing Temple disciples who were laughing privately, were caught off guard, eating a mouthful of dust and spitting in a hurry.
Very revengeful!
Professor Yuan immediately had an opinion about Wang Fu, but then realized something was wrong and cast a spell instantly.
Wang Fu couldn't even take a breath for the strong wind spell just now, and he cast it instantly. The speed was incredibly fast.
My previous senior brother, who used two breaths to complete the spell, was already at the forefront of fame and fortune in Nigendo. It took him four years to become proficient at this level.
"Wang Fu, have you practiced the lamp-keeping technique?
Professor Yuan thought of a possibility and asked in surprise.
"Thank you for the great love from the Master."
Wang Fu did not deny it. This was not a secret. The other party could find out if he wanted to inquire.
I see!
Teacher Yuan felt that he had guessed the truth. Wang Fu had practiced the lamp-keeping technique and had all the spells in the same line as the Thunder Fire Palace at his fingertips. No wonder he could cast spells instantly.
This is not fair!
The previous senior senior brother had mediocre talent and had not learned the core spells of Sanqing Palace. In Professor Yuan's view, the foundations of the two were not on the same plane and were incomparable.
"Wang Fu, there is no need to demonstrate the spells of the Thunder Fire Palace. You can try the spells of my Sanqing Palace. How do you think?"
Wang Fuli was happy, but Professor Yuan still refused to give up, firmly believing that his magic in Sanqing Palace was ordinary.
Looking at the other Sanqing Palace disciples, they had already spit out the dust from their mouths and looked at Wang Fu with unkind expressions.
Everyone is waiting for him to make a fool of himself!
Wang Fu nodded, spread out his palms, and said one word, "Light!"
In the blink of an eye, a large ball of light appeared from the palm of his hand, as fast as a switch of an incandescent lamp was suddenly flipped and turned on with a snap.
"ah!"
The disciples of Sanqing Hall were in bad luck. As soon as they spit out the dust in their mouths, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up in front of their eyes. They covered their eyes one after another and screamed in pain.
"Ouch!"
One after another, the sounds echoed in the Erjian Hall.
"In what manner?
Teacher Yuan yelled and Erjiantang calmed down and looked around. Except for a few people who were not hit, most of the disciples had red eyes and tears.
Shameful, so shameful.
Professor Yuan cursed secretly, not only these disciples, but also himself had been embarrassed and humiliated.
He never expected that Wang Fulian could cast the Bright Light Talisman in an instant, catching all the disciples in the hall off guard.
Today, his power was not achieved. Instead, Wang Fu single-handedly made his disciples fall into disarray.
Although Professor Yuan was angry, he had to admit that Wang Fu was a talented person. No wonder Ding Zhangdian regarded him as a treasure.
"get out of class is over."
Professor Yuan shook his head, turned around and walked out of the Erjian Hall. When he reached the door, he found that there was no one around. He reached out and touched his eyelids, feeling that his eyeballs were sore.
It turns out that he didn't dodge Wang Fu's bright light spell just now.