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Wang Lu always paid attention to efficiency when doing things, and that afternoon, he and Wen Bao agreed to meet at the martial arts arena in Misty Peak.
There are three training grounds in Misty Peak, the smallest of which is located near the Tengyun Hall. It is a training place for disciples who have just started. On one side of the flat open space, there is a row of red wooden figures blessed by magic. You can test the various spells you have learned on the wooden man.
When Wang Lu arrived, Wen Bao had already arrived a long time ago, and was practicing black iron swordsmanship in the empty arena. His fat body was shaking wildly, and he was sweating profusely, which showed that he was serious about his dedication, but the fire stick was still out of order, and his sword was lacking in power. The Xuan Tie Sword should be bold and decisive in killing.
Wang Lu looked at it for a while, then shook his head: "Stop, it's just a waste of time to practice like this."
Wen Bao had a bitter face: "But I'm blunt, if I don't practice hard..."
"The route is wrong. The more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you are. You are already on the wrong team. Naturally, you will make more mistakes."
"Ah?" Wen Bao was taken aback, "But I did practice according to the method taught by my senior brother, and I never changed it without authorization."
"That means what your senior brother taught was wrong. If he taught the right thing, why did you come to me?"
Wen Bao was stunned for a moment: "Senior brother also makes sense, so how should I practice?"
Wang Lu took two steps forward, Ziwei's soft sword pointed at Wen Bao: "Come and fight me first."
Wen Bao hesitated for a moment, raised his heavy sword like a fire stick, and slashed at Wang Lu with a loud roar.
Wang Lu didn't dodge or dodge, he used the soft cloud swordsmanship to take a hard blow, and the fat man's 100% strength was immediately resolved by seven points, and the remaining three points made Wang Lu retreat three steps in a row, but it couldn't disturb his soft cloud swordsmanship. With no power, it was impossible to cause any real harm to Wang Lu.
Wen Bao was not discouraged, he followed closely with a sword straight to the chest, Wang Lu sideways to block, but this time he didn't take half a step back, Ziwei moved out with the sword, shedding all the strength to the side, instead the fat man was unable to stand firmly , staggering a few steps. The fat man wanted to turn around and fight again, but Wang Lu had no interest.
"Enough, do you know where you lost?"
Wen Bao praised sincerely: "Brother's swordsmanship is superb, I can't match it."
"Great fart, it's nothing more than mortal martial arts, but your black iron swordsmanship can drive the aura of earth, invincible and stable as Mount Tai, it is a real fairy swordsmanship, in terms of cleverness, it is better than my soft cloud sword clever."
"Brother's cultivation base is advanced, even if the martial arts in the world..."
"You are a cultivator of the ninth rank of Qi training, and you praise my cultivation level of the second rank of body training?"
Wen Bao was suddenly confused: "This..."
"In terms of strength, you are at least ten times stronger than me, and in terms of speed, we are the same. You can breathe out the aura of heaven and earth and transform your own mana, but I don't even have much internal energy... Taken together, you have an advantage in almost every aspect, why did you lose?"
Wen Bao was speechless: "Why?"
Wang Lu snorted coldly: "Because you're such a coward."
"Uh..." After receiving such a blunt evaluation, Wen Bao felt dizzy as if he had been swallowed a mouthful of mustard by life.
"It's impossible for any other sect to take in a waste like you who is useless except for your fat body. Even if you are looking for a handyman, you must be dexterous and quick-minded, right? The Spirit Sword Sect chose you as an inner disciple. It can be seen that the elders in the sect do not distinguish between right and wrong, good or bad, so it is no wonder that the sect is declining day by day, and is rated as the most untrue five masters of the Ten Thousand Immortals League. Congratulations, fat man, your existence has lowered the character of the entire sect."
"I, I..." Although in the past two years, he has been criticized in various ways, but in a sect that pays attention to a harmonious atmosphere, this is the first time that Fatty has heard someone say it so viciously in person! The other party was Wang Lu whom he feared the most, and his mind went blank for a moment, panicked and at a loss.
However, Wang Lu's viciousness didn't stop there.
"Fatty man, if I remember correctly, you were still the son of Master Canglan in the mortal world? Heh, your father must have had a headache for more than ten years after giving birth to a waste like you?"
"Wang Lu, you!?" When someone mentioned his family, the fat man shuddered in disbelief.
"Oh, think about it from another angle, your father wouldn't be a good breed to give birth to a pig-like waste like you, and maybe he will feel that your son is indeed his own hahaha!"
"Wang Lu, shut up!"
"Next, let's talk about your mother. Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask, are you your mother's biological child? Hahahaha!?"
"enough!"
boom!
Accompanied by Wen Bao's roar, the black iron sword pierced straight out like black lightning, Wang Lu had expected it, he took a step back, blocked with the horizontal sword, Ziwei's soft sword collided violently with the black iron heavy sword.
The next moment, Wang Lu flew out like a sandbag.
When he landed, Wang Lu staggered a few steps, only felt his right wrist numb, and he almost couldn't hold the sword stably. And more than ten meters ahead, Wen Bao looked at the long sword in his hand in astonishment, and a crack left on the stone floor - that was the power of the aftermath of the collision, he couldn't imagine that he could stab such a powerful sword!
"I..." Wen Bao stared blankly at Wang Lu, vaguely understanding the vicious verbal attack just now, but why
"Still asking why? I want to ask you Misty Peak disciples, why haven't you discovered a simple common sense in two years: fighters need anger!"
Whilst cursing, Wang Lu shook his wrist and gripped the soft sword tightly again. Just now he took the fat man's sword forcefully, and his whole right hand was numb from the shock. Under the fat man's anger, the black iron sword technique was used to the extreme , The natural divine power and the earth-phase spiritual power stimulate each other, and the power acts on the inside and outside at the same time, and the destructive power is not only multiplied? At the beginning Wang Lu was yelled at by Wang Yuehou, but he couldn't shake his blood, but now he couldn't resist Fatty's sword, which shows how powerful it is.
On the other hand, this phaseless sword bone really has its miraculous features, just one breath, the aftermath of the shock just now is completely digested by the body... And according to what Master said, the eighth level of sword bone practice has only just started. At the beginning, it was really hard to imagine what kind of miraculous effect it would have if this extremely difficult hurdle was successfully passed.
It took Wen Bao a long time to experience and digest the mysterious experience of the unity of sword and intent when he struck with anger just now, but he wanted to reproduce it again, but he couldn't do it no matter what, which was extremely regrettable.
"Senior Brother Wang Lu, is that sword just now... the true power of the Black Iron Sword Art?"
Wang Lu said: "Nonsense, otherwise, do you think the dignified immortal swordsmanship is as cowardly and useless as the one you used before? The Spirit Sword School is named after the sword, and the swordsmanship is the housekeeping skill. , there are thousands of kinds of fairy art and Taoism, and the tricks can be endless, but our Spirit Sword School pays attention to entering the Tao with the sword, breaking through all magic with one sword. Your black iron sword has neither exquisite moves nor endless supernatural powers , if you want to break other people's myriad methods, you have to increase your destructive power infinitely to be invincible... that is the level of your sword just now."
Those words fascinated Wen Bao, indeed, if he could master the sword just now, any spell would be vulnerable to it, not to mention Zhu Qin who was also at the ninth rank of qi training, even if he was at the sixth rank Brother Yue Yun, it will be very difficult to resist... The real sword breaks all magic!
"However, I can't use that sword just now." Wen Bao smiled wryly, and then looked at Wang Lu expectantly.
"Nonsense, use up your anger."
Wen Bao was stunned for a moment, indeed after the sword just now, the original anger disappeared, and he was unable to swing the same sword again. Is this black iron sword technique really driven by anger? It's no wonder that I haven't been able to figure it out for the past two years. After all, there is no senior brother who is as simple and straightforward as Wang Lu, who directly insults his parents to accumulate anger...
Wang Lu also said: "The seven emotions and six desires of a monk are also energy. Why else do we say that we must cultivate our minds when we practice the Dharma? The so-called mind training is to control the power of emotions freely. When we reach the peak of Qi training, in order to successfully build Ji, you will all start to cultivate your mind, don't you have a Piaomiao Xianxin in Misty Peak? That is a first-class method of cultivating your mind."
Wen Bao suddenly realized when he heard it, Mao Sai suddenly realized, nodded and praised repeatedly: "Brother Wang Lu, you are really good, you know everything!"
Wang Lu kicked over with one kick: "You don't even know your own family affairs and you want me to tell you? Is this fucking common sense in the sect?"
Wen Bao was kicked until he was fat and trembling, scolded bloody, but he was still overjoyed, thinking that his master was indeed right! The senior brothers who taught the exercises before could not think of this move!
But here comes the problem again, now that he understands Wang Lu's good intentions, the same method can no longer arouse his anger, no matter how much he scolds, the dead fat man has a beaming face, and he can't get angry at all.
"It doesn't matter, this is not simple? Soldiers, there is a universal way to accumulate anger, whether you are smart or stupid, rich or poor, healthy or sick... as long as you are not abnormal, it will definitely work."
Wen Bao's eyes lit up: "What method?"
"Well..." Wang Lu stared at Wen Bao expressionlessly.
A moment later, Wen Bao was so stared at by this stare that his heart and kidneys were weak, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.
Then Wang Lu spoke slowly: "The easiest way for a fighter to accumulate anger is to get beaten."
"ah!?"
While speaking, Wang Lu punched him in the face!
Slap someone in the face first, there is no limit to anger!
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