"This ancient book actually only has one trick?" Deng Jiuling's eyes widened, a little speechless.
A very thick book of martial arts cheats, but except for the first page, everything else is blank.
Damn it!
This... Isn't it an exaggeration
"One finger magical skill only has one finger, what do you want to do so much?"
Professor Sun's old voice suddenly followed the wind.
"Teacher, one finger for magic, only one finger?" Deng Jiuling asked in amazement.
According to Qu Ge Lao's description, one finger magical skill is extremely powerful, divided into ten levels.
Seeming to understand Deng Jiuling’s doubts, Professor Sun explained:
"Although there is only one finger for magical skills, people have ten fingers."
"If you use different fingers to spur a magical skill with one finger, there will be huge differences in power or specific movement context.
"So this skill will vary from person to person in the specific practice."
"Different understandings of this work, as well as different fingers, will produce a lot of variation."
"Even if you and the old man practice the same finger, there will still be a huge difference because of the attributes of the five elements, and various reasons such as true energy and spiritual power."
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling's eyes lit up: "No wonder teacher, I want to let me understand the magic of a finger."
"It turns out that this skill can't be taught at all. It can only be understood, not in words."
Hearing this, Professor Sun nodded, his eyes admiring: "You are right. This is the real reason why One Finger's magical skill is powerful, and it will eventually be lost."
At the end of this voice, there was a bit more vicissitudes and a helpless sigh.
One finger is powerful, and under one finger, life and death can be determined.
Even though Patriarch Dalin created 72 magical arts back then, even though he said that magical arts were treated equally, there was no difference between high and low.
But in fact, in terms of defense, Dalin Patriarch's favorite martial arts is the dragon elephant magic.
In terms of sudden violent attacks, Dalin Patriarch's favorite martial arts is-one-finger magic.
Among the seventy-two direct disciples of Dalin Patriarch, Yizhi Patriarch was also ranked in the top ten strong.
It is a pity that because of the peculiarities of the practice of one finger, after one finger the ancestor, several generations of disciples passed on, and this skill gradually withdrew from the stage of history.
Even in the 21st century, in the huge Dalin Temple, few people practice one-finger magic, and one-finger religion exists in name only.
"In the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Dalin Temple, there are stored martial arts experience written by the ancestors of One Finger, and the ancestors of one finger from the past generations."
Caressing the white beard, Professor Sun said solemnly: "Jiuling, if you go to Dalin Temple in the future, remember to read these classics."
"Although there is only one finger in one finger magic, those seniors, based on their own practice experience, have created their own unique fingerings."
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling's heart moved, and tentatively asked: "Teacher, I heard that there is a magical technique called Six Meridian Fingering."
"Could it be... this is also born out of'one finger magic'?"
Hearing this, Professor Sun nodded, his eyes disdainful: "Six-mai fingering is powerful, but it is driven by true energy."
"The true one-finger magical skill is to kill the enemy with mental power, killing people invisible."
"Nine Spirits, don't seek the truth from the truth, take a good look at the magic, and combine your own situation, you can create a magic."
"Okay, I won't disturb your enlightenment, so be it."
When the voice fell, Professor Sun turned into streamer and completely disappeared in front of Deng Jiuling.
"One means that magical skills need to be created, so it seems that using the book of life and death to engrave this road is absolutely impossible."
With a wry smile on his face, Deng Jiuling suddenly realized that he seemed too dependent on his life and death.
"The Qiankun Fist I created contains my own understanding of Dao Dao."
Deng Jiuling stood up abruptly, his eyes full of light:
"My strongest is mental power. If I can merge with the Dao, this fingering is definitely powerful!"
After speaking, Deng Jiuling sat cross-legged, ignored the outside world, and began to study carefully.
…
Time is like water, passing by!
On the back coast of Beiming University, seeking an invincible white clothes victory over Xue, he meditated on a large rock with his legs crossed.
As the day of the decisive battle draws closer, there are constantly strong men from all over, coming from all directions.
However, in the face of all this, I hope to be invincible, and I still meditate quietly.
With the passage of time, the momentum of Qiu Invincible is getting stronger and more terrifying!
at last!
By the morning of the final day of the decisive battle, the impossibility of seeking invincibility had reached a point like the scorching sun.
Even if it is a few kilometers away from Qiu Invincible, those warriors standing on the beach.
Even those great masters, even if they are far away, just look at them for invincibility.
They still had a pain in their eyes, as if they had seen the sun.
"This is invincible, so strong!"
"Nonsense, Dalin Temple is the top martial arts holy land in the world, and seeking invincibility is the most outstanding disciple of Master Jianglong, can you say he is not strong?"
"I heard that the disciples of Dalin Temple are not allowed to leave the mountain gate if they are not successful in martial arts."
"Yes, the Dalin Temple monks I know are only allowed to leave the mountain gate if they are over fifty years old on average.
"This is invincible. I'm only twenty-five years old this year? That's amazing!"
"Genius, Tianjiao forever!"
Those warriors from all over the world pointed and pointed and were amazed.
Awesome!
As time goes by, everyone is more and more optimistic about seeking invincibility.
"It's almost noon, why hasn't Long Aotian come yet?"
"I think Long Taotian, Bacheng is afraid, so I dare not come."
"Speaking of it, he is not ashamed to lose to such a peerless arrogant as Qiu Infailed."
Everyone talked and laughed, full of contempt.
In fact, many people in Beiming don't really like barbarians from the Western Regions.
But the problem is, Qiu Wu is not a barbarian, but a native of the Central Plains.
And more importantly, seeking invincibility and elegant temperament, like an ancient sword fairy, personable.
Handsome, high martial arts, and an elite disciple of Dalin Temple.
Seeking invincible appearance and high-cold temperament is enough to conquer many beauties and countless fans.
Among the crowd, Liu Ting was a little angry: "Don't talk about Long Aotian like that. He might have something to do, but he won't come for the time being!"
"Tingting, shouldn't you naturally become a fan of Long Aotian because your fiancé is from the East China Sea?" My girlfriend Xiaozhao looked suspicious.
"That's not it, Long Aotian is a hero of the East China Sea, how can he refuse to fight." Liu Ting said seriously.
Pouch!
Hearing this, the students all around burst into laughter.
"Among the four seas, the martial arts of the East China Sea is the weakest, and Xu Canghai, the war god of the East China Sea, is just a low-level martial arts master."
Wang Zhiyuan brought the people from the Alchemy Academy with his disdain: "I heard that Long Aotian once hit Xu Canghai. It is estimated that Long Aotian, like the waste material Deng Jiuling, will also endure the fourth-grade martial arts master."
Hahahaha!
When the voice fell, everyone burst into laughter, and they laughed very disdainfully.
Among the Four Seas, with the exception of the East Sea, there are very many high-level martial arts masters in the other three seas.
The reason for this is directly related to the massacre of Donghai Deng's house in the Nanhai sword god Mo Gucheng.
The Donghai Deng family has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has always been the martial arts holy land in the East China Sea.
But because Miss Deng fell in love with Mo Gu City, and Mo Gu City was scorned and mocked by the Deng family seniors.
In a rage, Mo Gucheng became frenzied and demons multiplied, killing thousands of Deng's family members.
When Mo Gucheng regained his remorse, the big mistake was done, and everything was a foregone conclusion.
With the extermination of the Donghai Deng family, the Tokai Martial Arts has never recovered, and no high-ranking martial artist has been born.
The only remaining high-ranking martial artists in the East China Sea have basically been blessed by the Deng Family of the East China Sea.
Eighty years ago, before Mo Gucheng closed the door, he had instructed the younger generations of the Mo family to treat Donghai martial artists kindly and try to make up for the sins he caused in those days.
Even Mo Gucheng said that if the Deng family had descendants, they would cede all Mo family resources to the Deng family.
At that time, the younger generation of the Mo family agreed to Mo Gucheng.
But when Mo Gucheng closed the door, the younger generation of Mo family immediately raised the butcher knife and began to frantically attack the Tokai Budo.
After eighty years, the high-ranking warriors of the East China Sea were almost killed by the Mohists.
Moreover, the nine tribes are still extinct!
Even secretly, the Mohists used their authority to continually slander the East China Sea.
After such a long period of time, the warriors of Beiming and Xiyu had a bad impression of Tokai Budo.
And those high-ranking warriors who were inexplicably destroyed.
Their secular disciples, after deliberate guidance from the Mohist school, did a lot of wicked things.
At this point, the impression of Tokai Warriors in the eyes of Sikai Warriors has become even worse.
Xu Canghai also knew this, so he rarely attended the Sihai Budo exchange.
This time Long Aotian rose like a comet, and became famous with the help of seeking invincibility.
This makes warriors like Wang Zhiyuan feel disdainful and disgusted in Beiming.
No way, who made Long Aotian too young!
According to the legend, Long Aotian was only a sophomore in sophomore today. He was a twenty-year-old boy.
Wang Zhiyuan has always been proud of Tianjiao, his age is about the same as Qiu Invincible, and he is five or six years older than Long Aotian.
Wang Zhiyuan suddenly heard that Tianjiao had appeared in Donghai, and he was upset, so he naturally wanted to play a mockery.
Jingle Bell!
Suddenly, Liu Ting's cell phone trembled.
"My Big Brother Deng's phone." Liu Ting's eyes lit up and she quickly answered.
"Tingting, if you tell Qiu Wufei, you just say that I have something to do and I will be late." After Deng Jiuling finished speaking, the phone was already hung up.
Only Liu Ting was left standing there, with a dazed expression on her face.
"Big Brother Deng comes here later, what does this have to do with seeking invincibility?" Liu Ting was a little confused.
"That kid, Deng Xiao, shouldn't you think that he is Long Aotian, right?"
Because he was very close to Liu Ting, Wang Zhiyuan also heard the call and couldn't help but sneer:
"This kid is a little talented in alchemy, but he is a waste material in the alchemy. Does he really get his nose on his nose?"
When the voice fell, Young Master Xia hulled over, surrounded by a group of second generations.
"Miss Liu Ting, I can tell you very clearly that Deng Xiao is not Long Aotian." Xia Da Shaojie said with a cigarette.
"I am Long Aotian's classmate, I have never heard the name Deng Xiao."
A little fat man walked out arrogantly and said something moving.