The news of going back had already spread to Marquis Wu's mansion, and Marquis Wu immediately sent an extremely luxurious van. Originally Marquis Wu tried his best to invite Gu Xue to be a guest in Marquis Wu's mansion, but Gu Xue needs to stabilize her realm at this time. Wang Bu Xiangsan Zhan, who just got it, also needs to spend a lot of time to comprehend it, so I had to decline it.
In Buzhou Mountain, everyone found the ore veins. This mine belongs to the Gu family, and Zhai Hengzhan, Qingluan and Princess Mingzhu will all share its profits. Several people planned to reduce the share. Gu Xue, who inherited Wang Bu Xiangsan, was destined to become a Tianlu-level warrior, and it was more important to make friends with Gu Xue. However, Gu Xue still insisted on the previously negotiated plan, and she did not take the ore vein too seriously.
"Axue, I'm leaving!" Tang Tian jumped into the van, waving his arms, and said loudly: "Axue, work hard! I will play with you again in the future!"
With a smile on Gu Xue's face, she nodded seriously and resolutely: "Yes!"
She supported Wang Bu Xiangsan with one hand, her sky blue dress and long black hair fluttered in the air. She stood on tiptoe, raised her right wrist, and waved desperately to Tang Tian. Watching the van go away, watching the figure go away.
The warm sunshine shone on the green distant mountains and the blue sky, and the girl quickly cleared up the loss and sadness in her heart. The girl who raised her head had warmth and strength on her face.
The snow-white wrist was clenched into a fist.
Imitating Tang Tian's tone, Gu Xuejian shouted loudly.
"God-like girl, come on!"
Amused by her behavior, she giggled, her eyes bent like crescent moons, like a cat's happy expression.
Ah Xue must work hard, and when I see him again, I must scare him...
Squinting her eyes and smiling, Gu Xue said to herself softly in her heart.
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The van was speeding in the air. This time, in order to prevent accidents, the star master and the four major deacon groups guarded carefully along the way.
The vans are very luxurious and have a lot of space, everyone has their own room. The little girl was planning to go on a journey, and begged the teacher to release the handsome magic flute uncle, but once Tang Tian entered the room, she never went out again.
Southern Cross recruits battalion.
Bing, Ghost Claw, and Magic Flute stood side by side, watching Tang Tian who was practicing Fire Scythe Ghost Claw.
"It's a little early to learn the sixth level." Bing put on a face of a senior person, pretending to say, "According to my years of experience, it is not a good thing to backfire."
Ghost Claw said coldly: "Haven't you been doing this kind of thing?"
Bing was speechless, indeed, the training he designed for Tang Tian was far beyond Tang Tian's level of true strength.
Magic Flute watched the battle with great interest, he was full of interest in both of them. In particular, Bing, the soul general of the Southern Cross Corps, has survived to this day. He is very surprised. Although the origin of Ghost Claw is not as prominent as that of Bing, it is not an ordinary level to be able to create a master-level claw technique.
But what made him most curious was this magical residence. The magic flute could clearly feel that his strength was recovering quietly, although the speed was very slow, it still surprised him very much. Over the years, his strength has been continuously draining, and he can't do anything about it. When his power is exhausted, it will be the day he dissipates. For any soul general, this is an inevitable result.
Unexpectedly, there is such a magical place in this world...
Magic Flute began to integrate into the life of the resident, and soon found a new pleasure, that is, soldiers and ghost claws tormenting Tang Tian.
He was also very curious about Tang Tian, it was really rare for a young man not to be affected by the sound of the flute. This alone is extraordinary.
Soon, his interest became more intense.
What will an interesting boy with unlimited potential become like under the toss of two powerful teachers
Tang Tian was doing a very boring training. In front of him was an extremely thick anvil. He poured his ten fingers with real strength and kept rubbing back and forth on the anvil.
Tang Tian was sweating profusely, his eyes bulged out, and with all his strength, his ten fingers kept grinding the anvil, sparks flew, iron sand and sweat flew across.
"This is your Fire Scythe Ghost Claw?" Bing was a little disdainful: "Hey, I gave you Xiao Tangtang's precious practice time, you have to be responsible. Don't waste everyone's time by looking for some out-of-the-ordinary country practice methods .”
"I'm a countryman." Ghost Claw said coldly.
Bing choked, at this moment, Tang Tian had worn through the anvil in front of him, his hands and ten fingers almost didn't belong to him anymore. Using ten fingers to grind through a thick anvil with a thickness of 20 centimeters, such a boring thing, I actually did it myself.
Tang Tian was panting heavily, his fingers arched like chicken feet, unable to stretch them.
"Beautiful job!" Bing applauded vigorously, squinting his eyes and praised loudly: "Such unskilled training is really not worthy of a godlike boy. Only the chief instructor of the Southern Cross Corps like me, who is well versed in orthodox training methods..."
"Shut up!" Ghost Claw said impatiently, "Why didn't I find you so noisy before?"
Bing was furious and was about to speak, when Tang Tian gasped and said, "What's the next cultivation?"
He grinded this anvil for three full days.
"As usual." Ghost Claw said.
"As usual?" Tang Tian was taken aback, looking at the anvil that had been worn through by him: "I've finished grinding it!"
"Finish? This is just the beginning." Ghost Claw said coldly.
Boom boom boom!
Countless anvils fell from the sky like raindrops, covering the entire room. They are densely packed and neatly arranged. At a glance, Tang Tian felt dizzy. He said in a trembling voice, "How much... how much will it cost?"
"Ten thousand yuan." Ghost Claw said lightly.
Tang Tian almost passed out, grinding through the ten thousand anvil...
"If you want to cultivate a master-level fire scythe ghost claw, and wear through these ten thousand pieces of anvil iron, with your aptitude, there should be no problem." Ghost claw said calmly.
"Ten thousand yuan, one yuan for three days, that's 30,000 days, add another 6,500 yuan, and you can practice for ten years! Even if you speed up later, let's discount it, let's say five years." Bing retorted: "Five years Practicing a seventh-level master-level claw technique, did you get your head caught by the door?"
"I have already taught you the method. Whether you practice it or not is your own choice." Ghost Claw ignored the soldier and said directly to Tang Tian.
Ten thousand anvils...
Even Tang Tian couldn't help but feel a little daunted.
Tang Tian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I'll practice!"
Isn't it 10,000 anvils? Compared with the basic martial arts training back then, the number is far worse. For all martial arts, there is no shortcut to find. He thought of the stone ladder dug out with a sword in Buzhou Mountain, and the densely packed sword marks in the cave. Every road leading to a master-level martial arts must be extremely difficult.
What's more, I have a new barracks, so I need much more time than others.
Apart from anything else, Tang Tian began the long and difficult journey of grinding the anvil.
Time passed little by little.
Tang Tian quickly found the trick. The powerful intuition of the silver martial soul gave him an unusual sensitivity to the flow of true power. After stepping into the sixth level, the true power expanded to many corners that he could not reach before. The control power has also been significantly strengthened.
Tang Tian soon discovered that if the entire palm was poured with true strength, the effect would not be good. And if a thin layer of real power is attached to the fingertips, not only can the consumption of real power be greatly reduced, but also the effect of friction can be improved.
Tang Tian's ten fingers were like ten iron bars, rubbing back and forth on the anvil, sparks flew.
"Tang Tian is very smart." The magic flute was a little amazed, Tang Tian's efficiency increased rapidly, from one dollar a day, soon to one dollar a day, and then to three dollars a day, it only took ten days.
"Smart?" Bing looked at the magic flute with a surprised face: "You actually think he is smart. To be honest, I have never seen anyone who is more stupid than him. Arithmetic within 100 times is wrong ten times. I guess he The teacher back then must have been pissed off many times."
Thinking of Tang Tian's usual performance, the magic flute couldn't help laughing and said, "He's really not very smart usually."
"Aren't you too clever?" Bing laughed loudly: "He can be stupid, he can't turn his head. Such a guy, you actually only use one sentence, you are not too clever, you are too hypocritical."
"You are similar to Tang Tian now." Ghost Claw said abruptly.
Bing was furious: "Are you insulting me?"
"Yes." Ghost Claw nodded.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Magic Flute quickly changed the topic: "But I think he's practicing very fast."
Bing was indeed distracted: "In terms of cultivation, this guy is an out-and-out genius. However, he must not use the theoretical formula of the academic school. This guy's IQ is close to zero. Those complicated theories, he absolutely I don’t understand. But if you throw him into a desperate situation, you will find that he must be the one who comes out alive in the end.”
Bing pondered and said: "I have met such recruits before, and I call them Beasts. They are like beasts, not smart, but have amazing intuition. They practice martial arts very quickly. The important thing is, Brutalist guys tend to have a pure heart and extraordinary persistence. When the two are combined, they burst out with dazzling light."
"Indeed." The magic flute nodded in agreement.
"If the Fauvists are in the academy, they will be miserable. They are always not good at theory. They are born wild and practical. Actual combat and desperate situations are the most suitable places for them to practice." Bing said.
Magic Flute was a little curious: "Did you cultivate a very powerful Fauvism before?"
Bing nodded: "Yes, but Beastism is often the easiest to die in battle. Actual combat can make people improve, but the elimination rate in actual combat is much higher than other cultivation methods, and it is easy to die. Many talented Beastists, death very early."
Ghost Claw didn't speak, but just stared intently at the sparks created by the sweating Tang Tian.
There was an imperceptible gleam in his eyes.