I, use the inner qi to control the spider silk.
It turned out that this kind of whimsy really made me suffer a lot!
Since my internal strength has grown, I haven't encountered any difficulties in martial arts. Only the study of this martial arts made me hit the iron plate.
The connection between silk thread and infuriating energy itself is not easy.
It is not difficult to infuse infuriating energy into ordinary weapons, but it is even easier if the internal strength is higher. Because ordinary weapons are bigger! At least bigger than the human meridians!
Ordinary infuriating qi is mainly based on the cultivation of the twelve serious meridians, the three yin and three yang meridians of the hands and feet, a total of twelve serious meridians. After the internal force is formed, it also leaves the body. Therefore, it is always easier to use the hands and feet to make the internal force easier than other places. When using true qi, its size is often connected with the meridians. The thickness of infuriating energy is generally similar to that of two fingers together.
And almost any weapon must exceed this size, so there is no problem.
But if I want to twist the silk thread with infuriating energy, even like an arm, the infuriating energy must be ground as fine as silk thread. Ordinary people want to train their true qi to become bigger and bigger, and their internal strength will become higher and higher. But I have to do the opposite and grind the infuriating into a thin strip. It is often described by some people that infuriating qi is like a thread, but after all, it is a description, and it is really difficult to achieve this step.
This level alone took me two months. I can grind the infuriating energy into needle-like fineness at any time and anywhere I want.
And it's even more troublesome to control precisely. Manipulating a silk thread with infuriating energy, to control it freely, gives me the feeling that it is like using two chopsticks that are bigger and longer than Fangtianhuaji to pick up an ant's foot. I spent more than three months on this, and it was not until I could control the celestial spider silk to accurately pass through the pinhole ten feet away.
For more than a year after that, I have been researching various ways to use true luck to make celestial spider silk.
Including - use the spider silk to control the toothbrush to brush teeth, eat with the spider silk, write with the spider silk, sleep with the spider silk as a hammock, etc.
It took me a year to make it work!
The single coat I'm wearing now is woven from celestial spider silk.
Because I grew up on Daluo Mountain, the clothes of the brothers and sisters were sent by their families. Only I have to rely on myself, so most of my clothes are made by myself after consulting my wife. Over time, my fingers can be considered flexible. Clothes woven from spider silk are warm in winter and cool in summer.
The key is not the clothes themselves, but the speed at which I weave them.
The celestial spider silk that runs with infuriating energy has long been different from the ordinary one. Clothes that used to take a day and a night to make can be made with infuriating energy, and can be made without the effort of a cup of tea.
I can also make different styles of clothing, boots and even armor from celestial silk.
I can even use celestial spider silk to get straw paper when I go to the hut without paper. Even if the celestial spider is resurrected, I don't think it will be any better than me.
It is said that otaku perform miracles.
I personally thought that this was talking about the great men like Jiang Ziya, Lu Ban, Zhuge Liang, and me!
Now, driven by my infuriating energy, this celestial spider garment has rapidly turned into strands of silk, and it has begun to be dismantled and restored to its original appearance.
Tang Ye didn't know what I was going to do, so he frowned and said, "Brother, you opened your clothes and all the threads came out."
"… shut up."
After a little exercise, the ten thousand flying swords in front of me started to move, and the trembling state returned to its original state. It seems that they are excited to show their aggression.
"I'll let you see. But you have to keep it a secret from others. This is a skill that is not rumored."
With a flick of my finger, a silk thread in my hand was twisted into Tangye, and the real qi entered, and the phantom in front of him disappeared immediately.
Tang Ye was hurrying to hide. He was about to jump back and jump out far away. Intuitively, a cold air hit his body. At the same time, a burst of warmth overcame the cold air, and the phantom suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.
"This, what is this..."
"I twisted the celestial spider silk on your body, and then passed into you a consciousness, so that you can see the same thing as me. The cold air of the celestial spider silk is a little hindered, and now you should be able to see it."
"This!" Tang Ye didn't seem to hear what I said. He looked up and said in amazement, "What's going on here? These swords... Could it be that this is what you saw, eldest brother?"
Tang Ye seemed to realize at this time that the 'if there are 10,000 swords' I just said was not a false statement.
But the timing is not very good, these swords are about to start.
Chapter 72 The World's Only Hwan · Ye Luo
The ten thousand swords in Mingfei's true vision suddenly began to chime! Seems extremely irritable.
In addition to the number of these ten thousand swords, because it was transformed by Mingfei's real internal power, its power was completely different from that of Tangye.
Wandian Hanxing suddenly poured down like a torrential rain, and the pierced air made a loud 'boom' sound like a meteor streaking across the night sky. The tip of the flying sword at the front seemed to be looming red. It seemed that the speed was too fast, and the friction with the air produced an amazingly high heat. Thousands of sharp swords were added together, and they flew like a huge fireball. Unluckily, this fireball is still full of thorns.
Tang Ye only felt a flower in front of his eyes, the pain like being torn from his skin, and the bottom of his eyes was filled with the deadly sword.
The speed of the sword is too fast.
He couldn't move. It's like watching a disaster from the sky, your body is doing everything you can to get you to escape, but your feet are as heavy as lead, and you can't escape. It was like falling into a nightmare from which I could never wake up. Can only wait for the last moment to come.
die.
This is the only clear concept that has been conveyed to Tangye's mind until now.
The blade is about to reach the body, passing through Tangye's eyebrows - 'Peng'.
The pain of Wan Jian piercing the heart did not come, but a wonderful voice entered his ears at this time.
It seems to be the moment when the flame is blown out, or, the moment when the candle is lit, there is a sound.
It's like some kind of masculine force that fell into a swamp and lost its effect, and it seems that the grand flame is extinguished in an instant. It's some kind of full of soft sound.
After making the above analysis, Tang Ye realized at the same time that he was not dead yet.
Tang Ye was sweating, looking left and right to find out his situation. His eyes seemed to be functioning again at this time.
At the end of his search, Tang Ye saw Ming Feizhen.
Ming Feizhen was the same as always, with a light-hearted look on his face, with an inexplicable smile, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
But Tangye found the answer at this time.
It was a huge white cobweb. A fine white giant net that is as pure as snow, which cannot allow any foreigner to pass through.
The ends of the giant net pulled out several - or dozens - of silk threads, leading directly to Ming Feizhen's sleeves. And in that net, what caught was the flying sword that had just shot.
Tang Ye clearly realized that it was this net, this person, who had caught the desperate ten thousand swords.
Ming Fei really didn't look at the blades buzzing in front of the cobwebs, but turned his head and smiled at Tang Ye.
"Be careful. As long as you can see, you can get hurt."
Tang Ye was about to hide, but his figure moved, but he realized that under this overwhelming number and force attack, it was the same wherever he fled. His brows frowned, and he figured out, and dodged behind Ming Feizhen.
Ming Feizhen smiled and said, "Smart boy."
Feijian struck for the second time.
Ming Feizhen shook the cobweb, and threw off the flying sword before, and at the same time resolved the offensive again. Heavenly spider silk is not afraid of swords, water and fire, and the collision just now left the heavenly spider silk intact.