Fairy’s Box

In the days that followed, Yale resigned from the anti-package job and concentrated on studying with the old Farr.

Although he was reluctant to bear the labor, Tucker still wanted to give Old Farr's face. He also generously announced that Yalei can continue to live in the wooden house until he participates in the Flower God Festival.

Old Farr's proud skill is called "Blade of Limbs". After learning the limit, he can hone his limbs into powerful weapons.

hiss!

Old Faer's beard and hair were all stretched out, and he took a deep breath. The old and slack muscles swelled and swelled like the flow of vitality back in time, full of the luster of strength:

"Boy, see clearly, what I'm showing you now is the combat skills of the limb warblade! This is a fist gun!"

boom! The one arm with bulging blue veins smashed into the ground deeply, and a rock the size of a millstone ten feet ahead violently bounced high.

"This is the arm blade!"

The old man arched his upper body, opened his palms and his thumbs were hidden, his elbows were the origin, and his forearms popped out and swung into a fan.

At the same time, his body also bounced off the spot, and Yale could clearly see the concave surface formed by Old Farr's feet pressing on the ground at that moment.

At the place where there was still half an arm's length away from the rock, Old Farr's arm slashed horizontally, and the bombs were fast like a meteor. The rock was moved south by the air strike, and a white mark appeared on his body.

In the end is old, if it is young and strong, when the other arm is still there. Old Farr was confident that this blow was enough to make a dent one inch deep.

"It's a foot axe!"

Old Farr roared, and split his right leg upwards, like a heavy axe, smashing into the rock from top to bottom.

The rock completed its final mission, shattered to the ground after a crisp sound, and after a gust of sea breeze, no bones remained.

Old Farr also sat down on the ground, gasping for breath:

"Huh, there are steel shields, finger cones... Huh, although I used to use them proficiently, now I'm too old to use them."

"Amazing! Awesome!" Yale sat beside him, offered a towel, gave a thumbs up, and said convincingly.

"what is this…"

Old Farr wiped his sweat, his face brightened, and he said with a little regret:

"It's a pity that I was obsessed with the struggle for power at that time, and I didn't learn it all. Otherwise, I might be able to break the barrier and inspire the power of natural disasters."

"Master, you used to be a third-order knight?" Yale was taken aback. As we all know, only knights who can break through the reality and completely surpass the mortal body can be considered to be able to attract the power of natural disasters.

"Yeah... Back then, that adult taught me this technique. At first, I regarded it as a treasure, but later I found out that this technique is simply torture of self-abuse... I gritted my teeth and bit my head, and finished learning the previous series of techniques, but This last one…”

Old Farr indulged in his memories, occasionally showing a look of sudden loss, and muttered to himself:

"The exercise method in the last article was too painful and outrageous. I tried it once, but I really couldn't keep exercising. Besides, the first few articles were enough to make me flourish at the time... It took a few years to wait. , I was determined to finish this last article, but I found that my body function began to decline, and I would only hurt my body if I continued to learn it, and there was no hope for lifelong advancement."

"..." Yale's heart was mixed after listening, he didn't know what to say.

"The old man took a fancy to you, not only for his son, but also to accept a student and pass on this skill.

Since you have decided to teach it to you, then you must not repeat the mistakes of the old man and give up halfway! "

Aleigh nodded in awe.

"Although the limb warblade is not an advanced skill, it also has a knack for tempering Dou Qi. After you learn it, you have the responsibility to pass it on! In the end, I have to make sure again, you... Really want to learn?"

"Hmm! Hmm!" Yale continued to nod.

"Since you are so determined..."

Old Farr stroked the beard of his chin, showing a smile like grandma wolf:

"Then let's start with the penultimate chapter, the finger cone chapter..."

There was a chill in Yale's heart, and he suddenly had the urge to escape.

"Ow!!!"

With a rare expression of pain, Tucker waved his hand to signal the frightened workers to continue working. Ever since that boy named Yalei became a student of Old Farr, there have been screams from that hut from time to time every day.

Now not only have the surrounding local snakes distanced themselves from him, but the chances of the note finding the door have also increased.

Facts have proved that troublesome things will only get worse when they are bad. He saw one of his subordinates rushing over:

"Boss, the boss is not good, and the smugglers came to ask for trouble again, saying that someone accused us of abusing lynching and suspected of engaging in human experiments."

"Don't worry about them, check it out, let them check it out."

Tucker held down the bulging temple and rubbed it slowly.

"Ow!!!!"

Coincidentally, the wooden house was just right, and there was another scream that resembled a wolf howl.

…

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and talk!"

Tucker roared with red eyes, and then watched the other party roll and crawl away.

Inside the wooden house, there was a scent of medicinal herbs. Yalei was tied and half hung from the beam in the house, but his hands were tied by two iron chains, his fingers were spread out, and they were fixed to the wooden table by iron rings.

"You don't have to complain. All of this is for the purpose of laying the foundation for the last article. The fingers are connected to the heart. This kind of pain is very clear to the old man."

Old Farr said, but the small steel hammer in his hand kept hitting all parts of Yale's five fingers simply and powerfully:

"If you want to learn the finger cone chapter, you have to work hard for more than three years. If you don't have the time, we can only choose to do it quickly."

"I-and-no-yes-don't-know-, turn-flip-next page..."

Yale's face was ashen, until he breathed in the cold air, while speaking out between his teeth.

"My memory is okay, but it took me two days to memorize the first one."

With the steel hammer in his hand, Old Farr stroked his beard with satisfaction, took out another parchment roll and spread it on the table, and took time to sprinkle a handful of medicinal herbs on the red and swollen fingers.

"You—if—are—also—so—hang—see...and—quickly..."

After knocking for about half an hour, Old Farr took out a wooden box and said solemnly:

"I'm going to have an injection! Be mentally prepared."

Yale closed his eyes tightly, bit his lip, and showed an expression of imminent death:

"Come on, if I call again this time, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, the silver needles with the thickness of toothpicks had pierced into the fingertips, and the remaining needles began to pierce the gaps in the bones continuously:

"Ow!!!"

Yale struggled twice, then his body shook violently, and he finally stopped moving.

"Oh, I fainted again... It's like this every time..."

Old Farr shook his head, untied the shackles on the boy's body, washed the residue of the medicine with clean water, and applied a new layer of medicine.

"But the bones are very hard"