Xuanyuan Po was a little surprised, no one could see the exercises he practiced before, but now Bie Yanghong pointed it out.
Seeing his expression, Bian Yang knew that she had guessed right, and asked, "Is this the exercise that Chen Changsheng picked for you?"
Xuanyuan Po nodded.
Bie Yanghong praised: "I always thought that his own cultivation talent was excellent, but I didn't expect him to have a good vision as well. This dean is very competent in his job."
Xuanyuan Po thought for a while and said, "That's not true."
Bie Yanghong glanced at his right arm again, and said, "It can be seen that you practiced well, but there seems to be some problems."
Xuanyuan Po didn't pay attention, and wiped the remaining meat juice on his fingers with a paper.
A different kind of red voice sounded again, entered his ears, and then entered his heart.
"Tianleiyin is Tianleiyin, concealing wind and thunder in the absence of signs, you are not wrong about this, and you can even say that the cultivation is excellent."
Bie Yanghong said: "It's just a little too deliberate."
Xuanyuan Po raised his head and asked in a daze, "Sir, what are you talking about?"
Bie Yanghong looked at him and said: "Plant the tree roots deep in the fertile soil, so that it will not see the sky and the earth, and will not suffer from the strong wind. It will be purified by the fire of the earth, and thunder will grow in the dark, and it will accumulate for a long time. When the soil is broken, It suddenly becomes a towering giant tree, and the branches and leaves are full of lightning, who can stop it?"
Xuanyuan Po's eyes fell on his right arm with a different kind of red.
His right arm was visibly shrunken, especially compared with his thick left arm, it was even more eye-catching and looked particularly miserable.
Many drinkers in the tavern thought it was his handicap after he was defeated by Tian Hai Yaer in Kyoto, and laughed at him many times.
Only he himself knows what kind of terrifying power is hidden in this seemingly disabled right arm.
Of course it has been seen through by now.
It was only at this time that Xuanyuan Po realized that what he was facing was a strong man in the sacred field, a legendary figure at the Bafang Fengfeng level.
His expression suddenly became much more serious, and he asked, "What do you mean deliberately?"
Bie Yanghong said: "Thunder is the natural law of heaven and earth, you can only hide its meaning, you don't need to hide its shape, just like a real towering giant tree, once it breaks through the ground, it carries thousands of earth and stones, and its momentum seems amazing. But it lost the most important feature."
Xuanyuan Po continued to ask: "What is the characteristic?"
Bie Yanghong asked: "What is the foreign method of Tianlei Yin?"
Xuanyuan Po said without hesitation: "Fist."
Bie Yanghong smiled and said, "I happen to know something about this."
During the battle in Tianshu Mausoleum that year, he witnessed the Tianhai Holy Empress shocking the world with his own fist, and he was greatly enlightened.
In these years, he has also started to use fists, so in the world after Tianhai, no one has stronger fists than him.
Naturally, no one has more extensive and profound knowledge in this area than him.
"Why didn't the Holy Empress use the wooden phoenix or Ruyi back then, but used her fists to face us guys?"
Bie Yanghong looked into Xuanyuan Po's eyes and said calmly: "That's because the fist is a part of our body, it can rise and fall at will, compared to foreign objects such as swords and spears, at least in the opening and closing The speed is faster, and speed... is power."
Xuanyuan Po's eyes lit up.
The monster race pays more attention to pure power than the human race and the demon race. As a member of the monster race, he is of course no exception, but the touch of Bie Yanghong's words did not come from this, but because of These words faintly reveal a very important truth.
Regardless of the Taoism and swordsmanship formations, they are meant to be used in battle after all. All methods are inseparable from their roots. They ultimately point to speed and power. .
Hidden Wind and Thunder can indeed accumulate power to the maximum, but as Bing Yanghong said, it will affect the speed of the move.
How can we maximize these two points at the same time
Xuanyuan Po raised his own doubts.
Bie Yanghong began to explain to him with the precious experience gained from her hundreds of years of cultivation career and countless battles.
Xuanyuan Po's expression became more and more focused, and he even forgot to breathe.
The room became extremely quiet, and the morning breeze passed through the gap in the paper door, gently brushing the spar on the ground and the three small towers.
If it wasn't for the impatient cold snort of Wu Wubi, this preaching might have continued for a long time.
Xuanyuan Po came to his senses, bowed down to Bie Yanghong, then got up and left the house.
Standing on the wooden board in front of the house, watching the smoke rising from time to time outside the courtyard, he was silent for a long time. The words Bie Yanghong said gradually merged with his years of hard training experience, which made him want to solve many problems in his cultivation, and he even faintly touched a certain boundary.
He took a deep breath of the cool air, stepped on the cool white pebbles and walked to the wall, poured clear water into the dwarf pine with a small wooden spoon, and then took a few handfuls of cool well water with his head down. After confirming that he was fully awake, he wiped off the water stains on his face and walked out of the courtyard.
The sound of war drums continued to be heard from the upper city.
The waves in the Red River are getting louder and louder, and they are very close.
Matsucho had already woken up, and the neighbors were yawning, picking their eyes, holding crock pots, and waiting in line to buy breakfast.
Some coolies who had already finished their breakfast were sitting on the long benches outside the porridge shop, chatting with their feet crossed, as if they could not hear the drums of war from the upper city at all, nor could they hear the raging waves of the Red River not far away, but they did not It doesn't mean that they are not interested in the selection ceremony. Many people are discussing which arena they should go to to watch the excitement after work.
Xuanyuan Po walked across the street.
An acquaintance of the girl next door asked him if he had had breakfast, and he smiled and nodded. An acquaintance coolie asked him, the business of the tavern has been so poor recently, when will the boss be willing to sell cheap ale for two dollars a glass again, he shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.
Then, very casually, the owner of the bun shop asked him what he was going to do early in the morning.
He stopped and replied, "I'm going to participate in the selection ceremony."
The street was quiet for a moment, and even the hot mist overflowing from the edge of the steamer in the shop froze for a moment.
The next moment the laughter started, it didn't stop for a long time, and it became louder and louder, mocking or funny, with kindness or malice.
Xuanyuan Po touched the back of his head, and also smiled honestly.
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The arena that Xuanyuan Po went to was in Songding, which was very close to his home, and he could walk there instead of taking a car, which could save a lot of money.
When he walked to the intersection where the ring was located, there were already many people watching the excitement, but the registration list was not even filled with two pages.
This place is very remote, far away from the imperial city and the castle tower, no big shots will notice here, and it is impossible to have any powerful people, so naturally it is impossible to attract those who want to challenge themselves. Ordinary monster people who don't have any idea about the election ceremony, but just want to play around with their bravery. Naturally, this kind of battle between ordinary people is not exciting, and it is often more like a fight between hooligans in the market. One round will give up.
The carp judge and two supervisors who were in charge of this arena already found it extremely boring. The officials in Matsumachi felt even more bored, and the petty official in front of the registration table even started to feel drowsy, with his head drooping from time to time, and he didn't know when he would hit the edge of the table heavily.
Xuanyuan Po walked to the table and lightly tapped on the table.
The petty official woke up with a start, raised his head annoyed, and wanted to reprimand him, but was stunned.