Yan Zhaoge looked at the young people in front of him, and did not continue talking.
Some things, too much, let them know more things, it should in turn dampen their enthusiasm and self-confidence.
In the cultivation of the master realm, except for the middle stage of the inner gang and the early stage of the outer gang, although Ying Longtu's advantages in physical qi and blood are still obvious, they are no longer so against the sky.
After becoming a master, Ying Longtu's advantages in physical qi and blood are mainly reflected in actual combat. The speed of daily practice is no longer so scary.
However, the body of Tiangang, in addition to the blood like a dragon and elephant, also has the advantages of quick mind and sensitive sensitivity.
For Longtu, the grand master of the Outer Gang hits the important threshold of the master of the innate, and the spirituality of the stellar energy, and the martial artist's perception of the world, is far easier for Longtu than ordinary people.
At the same time, this advantage will always have a profound impact in the subsequent practice, including reaching a higher level.
Yan Zhaoge himself, in the usual training process, constantly improved and strengthened his physique through various opportunities and methods.
And like Shi Tie, who has cultivated his vajra body to the extreme, his body is like a glazed vajra, and his physical defense is far superior to that of ordinary warriors.
There are many similar situations, but they are all acquired, unlike Yinglongtu, it is the capital of talent.
Yan Zhaoge looked at the crowd and said: "A good talent means a high starting point, but it can't determine the final achievement. After all, it all depends on oneself."
"Long Tu has a simple mind, and he is dedicated to studying hard and practicing hard. In fact, he doesn't need others to worry about him."
"On the contrary, everyone, the more you are in this situation, the more you must stabilize your mentality." Yan Zhaoge said lightly: "Don't be afraid of others with better talents than you, but be afraid that people with better talents than you will work harder than you."
"The starting point is already behind. If you don't put in more effort in the process of catching up, how can you catch up with the leader?"
Yan Zhaoge patted his palms lightly: "Then we can only count on the leader to fall by himself. Do you think it's reliable to rely on luck?"
All the disciples of the younger generation were vigilant in their hearts and accepted the teaching awe-inspiringly: "Senior brother Xie Yan pointed out, I should train with my heart."
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, and turned to look at Feng Yunsheng.
As far as he knew, this man was a perfect example of a chaser.
Cultivation madmen like Shi Tie and Fu Enshu are all praised.
And her talent is already top-notch, and her cultivation base has improved by leaps and bounds through hard work. Even though she is not as eye-catching as Ying Longtu, it still amazes everyone.
Feng Yunsheng's expression was normal, smiling at the group of young disciples, but she and Yan Zhaoge looked at each other and sighed silently.
Although the reasoning of Yan Zhaoge's encouragement is correct, it is still extremely difficult for other young people to catch up with Ying Longtu.
In this thriving world of martial arts civilization, strong individual advantages are often not something that can be compensated by quantity.
Not only the Guangcheng Mountain, the Great Sun Sacred Sect and other six holy land forces, any force, no matter first-rate, second-rate, or even lower, will try their best to cultivate the best successors.
It is inevitable that the last resources are always given priority to the few.
So it is easy to create a situation where the strong get stronger.
Yan Zhaoge knew more information than Feng Yunsheng.
For example, as far as Yan Zhaoge knows, there were three baptisms in Linquan in Guangcheng Mountain, but after Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng were baptized, there is only one left.
And this time Linquan baptism, now at least 80% may fall on Ying Longtu.
Poor Lu Wen, who has been thinking about Linquan's baptism and is also the direct descendant of Guangcheng's core, his hopes are probably going to be completely dashed.
Is this fair to Lu Wen? If he was stronger than Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and Ying Longtu, it would definitely be unfair.
But if he really showed stronger potential and ability than the three of Yan Zhaoge, then except for Feng Yunsheng's special situation, Lu Wen would probably be able to squeeze out the chance of one of Yan Zhaoge or Ying Longtu.
As Fang Zhun's direct disciple, Lu Wen could still compete for important rewards within the sect, even when facing Yan Di's only son, Yan Zhaoge.
It's a pity that even if the special nature of Feng Yunsheng's Taiyin daughter is not taken into account, facing Yan Zhaoge and the other three, Lu Wen does not have any advantage, but is at a disadvantage.
Yan Zhaoge and Ying Longtu popped up one after another, this was too severe a blow to other people who wanted to be baptized in Linquan.
However, for Lu Wen, even without Ying Longtu, he still has to face the competition from Sikong Qing.
After stepping into the Grandmaster realm, Sikong Qing's speed of progress was astonishing, and his limelight and potential faintly overshadowed Lu Wen.
If Ying Longtu hadn't been born, Sikong Qing's hope would have been greater than Lu Wen's in this last Linquan baptism.
It's just that Sikong Qing doesn't seem to care much about it.
Sometimes when Yan Zhaoge thinks about it, he also feels a little uncomfortable.
Although he was defeated by Yan Zhaoge, Lu Wen couldn't say that he didn't work hard in training, and couldn't say that his talent wasn't outstanding.
It's a pity that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and each wave was more violent, turning Lu Wen into a big coffee table full of cups and utensils.
Everyone is excellent, far beyond the excellence of ordinary people, but resources and opportunities are still limited after all, so we can only choose better ones from among the outstanding ones.
For the sake of the sect's long-term plan, the environment for the cultivation of younger generations must be fair and just, but it must not be balanced.
Good steel is used on the blade, no matter who it is.
"Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat." Yan Zhaoge shook his head slightly, bid farewell to Feng Yunsheng, Ying Longtu and others, and walked to a higher floor.
Now, on the third floor of the Arsenal, Yan Zhaoge can come in and out at will.
To get this privilege in the realm of a master, since the founding of the Guangcheng Mountain, only Zhan Dongge and Yan Zhaoge's father Yan Di have been able to get this privilege.
This is the greatest affirmation of the martial arts talents and talents of the junior disciples, and it represents the trust and expectation of the sect.
To a certain extent, not to mention anything else, just this privilege distinguishes Yan Zhaoge from other core descendants of the same generation.
It is worth mentioning that, compared to her indifference to Linquan's baptism, Si Kongqing is very envious of Yan Zhaoge's award.
The girl, who has always been cold, rarely showed envy.
For Yan Zhaoge, after the third floor, he could walk around slowly, but now it is the fourth floor of the arsenal that attracts more attention.
Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath and lifted his feet up the stairs.
From the third floor to the fourth floor, Yan Zhaoge could clearly feel it, as if he had passed through some barrier.
On the fourth floor of the arsenal building, there is an independent guardian formation.
And the host of this formation is the old man lying on his side on the floor and dozing in front of Yan Zhaoge.
He is also the first elder of the Guangcheng Mountain Arsenal Sutra Tower.
He had already known from Yuan Zhengfeng that Yan Zhaoge had been granted a license, and if someone else went up the stairs with such a big swagger, he would have been let out long ago.
After Yan Zhaoge set foot on the fourth floor of the arsenal, the old man opened his eyes and looked at Yan Zhaoge calmly.
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, and greeted him: "Master Uncle."
Maybe other junior disciples don't know, but Yan Zhaoge is aware of the extraordinaryness of the old man in front of him.
Back then, it was this old man who competed with his ancestor Yuan Zhengfeng for the position of head of that generation.