I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

Wu Lang glanced at the excited Xing Hanhan and said, "Sister, it's almost time to go."

Wu Lang said: "I want to teach my disciple some special skills that are not convenient for others to see."

Xing Hanhan saw that he was getting excited and waved his hand quickly: "Junior brother, I won't tell you, just let me listen. We are all allies of Huangquan Sect."

"Junior brother!! Just let me listen." She kept pleading without moving her buttocks.

Wu Lang was really speechless towards her.

But if you think about it carefully, the techniques you teach are not uncommon, and there are no big secrets worth hiding.

The road rage path is a mainstay type of technique that belongs to later generations, and is called by players: the berserker system.

Even Liu Ping was seen by him. If she wanted to listen, he just let her go.

"This technique is roughly based on Liu Ping's previous practice techniques. It has roughly three levels of Qi training." Wu Lang did not dare to say that he had a sound method.

"This technique, in the book, I got inspiration from an ancient Berserker race, and adapted it from the techniques left behind."

"To temper the body for training, the body will be strong."

"When fighting, you can enter the holy warrior body. With a breath in your heart, you will not die. You will be so angry that you will not recognize your relatives. You can only attack but not defend. You can kill the enemy with one punch."

Xing Hanhan listened to the introduction of the exercises and pricked up his ears.

Exercise and temper your body?

It is probably modified from Liu Ping's physical training method!

After all, this thing can be used by analogy, and it is not a problem if the first and second similar non-combat fortune-telling skills appear.

But the junior brother is bold.

The rudimentary skills that have only been practiced for a few levels are handed over to others to practice. If he can't develop follow-up skills, wouldn't it kill people? After all, the Qi Refining Stage exercises can be developed, and the more powerful Golden Pill Stage can be developed. It is very simple, but the later ones are difficult!

However, it seems that these people do not have such worries. After all, these mortals are not able to practice in the first place, and they are forced to do it in front of them.

But no matter how she thought about it and the difficulties of this technique, she would never think of Wu Lang's true background.

Just when she was thinking about it, Wu Lang said again:

"And in order to practice this method, you need to ask your mind first."

"Ask the heart, Master, what do you think my true intention is?" Xu Xinying's voice became cheerful. After getting rid of the knot in her heart, she became very magnanimous, even with a sense of heroism.

She seemed to have been reborn.

She is better off than Liu Ping's fate. After all, she is a normal person, and it is caused by the knot of her childhood. But Liu Ping's problem is an XP problem that cannot be changed.

"When practicing this technique, you must walk an invincible path, do not compromise, regardless of the consequences, move forward indomitably, and conquer the mountains and rivers with your fists."

Wu Lang's description was very grand, and then he slowly said the next sentence: "The name of this technique is: Sword Tomb."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch?" Xing Hanhan exclaimed.

Wu Lang glanced at her, "It's the Sword Tomb. It's called the Sword Tomb Kai [Holy Martial Combat Body]. He doesn't recognize his relatives and is so angry that even if ten thousand swords penetrate his body and his body turns into the Sword Tomb, he will still kill him with one punch." enemy."

Xing Hanhan thought for a moment and suddenly felt numb!

If you are really that reckless, then road rage is like killing a human being. He doesn't care about flying swords, and looks like he is going to die with you. It is indeed the most terrifying thing.

She suddenly felt that a bitch seemed quite suitable.

It has to be said that her thoughts have already guessed some of the player's thoughts, and it is a pun.

The berserker at full power is fleshy and reckless, and he forcibly loses his IQ. With a surge of anger and hatred, he transforms into a humanoid tyrannosaurus beast. The more he is beaten, the fiercer he becomes, and the lower his health is, the more manic he becomes.

I remember the classic sayings of players, always one sentence: People cannot be generalized. When I was extremely angry, I resisted hundreds of flying swords, a sliding shovel floated over, and punched the opposite monk. dog head.

This is originally a mad fighting technique that uses extreme anger to stimulate the potential of physical cultivation.

Soon, Wu Lang asked her to start the horse stance, glanced at the girl, and told her the general outline of this technique: "When a man is angry, blood will splash in five steps. Within ten steps, the enemy will be wiped out!"

"This is the intention to fight!"

Wu Lang stood up and circled around her striding figure.

"You still need to recite this mantra of will of the Crazy Fighting Clan with me. Reciting it every day can change your character over time."

"yes!"

"Speak louder!" Wu Lang picked up the cane and swung it on her body, becoming a martial arts teacher with a somewhat cold temperament of a strict master.

"Yes!!!" she roared.

"Power is punching power."

"Power means fist power!!!" Her voice was strong and her will was firm, and she began to follow the artistic conception of reciting the exercises.

"Strong people are all about output."

"The strong ones are all doing damage from a standing position!!" She shouted hoarsely.

"Only the weak can move with the sword."

"Only the weak can wield a sword!!" She roared.

soon.

While Wu Lang taught his apprentice the concept of this exercise, he kept leading her to recite slogans.

After reading for a few days, Wu Lang started to ask questions, "What if someone attacks you?"

"kill him!"

she said loudly.

"What should you do if a related client threatens you or intimidates you, and he has the power of Nascent Soul behind him?"

"kill him!"

"What if a super strong person attacks?"

"kill him!"

"What if you can't be killed?"

"That means I don't have enough power. I want to go back and practice quietly to become more powerful?" she asked in a low voice.

"Be firm." Wu Lang said coldly.

"yes!!"

She said loudly: "Go back and improve your fist power, strengthen your invincible fist power, and beat him to death!"

"What would you do if someone threatened you with your Taoist companion?"

"Change a Taoist companion and beat him to death!"

She gradually found herself.

No brains, no calculations, just an invincible path, I am invincible, I just cultivate an undefeated fist, my chest is filled with a rage that pours out from the sky, God will kill God if he blocks it, and Buddha will kill Buddha if he blocks Buddha.

"This is what my heart desires, and I will die without regrets!!!" She raised her head and roared, as if she wanted to roar with all her strength. The sound cut through the sky of the seventh peak, making her feel happy and depressed. , were all released with this cry.

This is an unparalleled god of war.

Xing Hanhan next to him looked at it with bright eyes.

This junior apprentice teaches his younger brother

So special! !

As expected of his junior brother, Baixiao Scholar is knowledgeable and teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. He teaches ordinary mortals who cannot cultivate at all to change their destiny and embark on the road to immortality.

He even specially compiled some ancient races and motivational slogans from the past to teach the other party. He was really knowledgeable to the extreme, and he was worthy of being a nine-generation sage.

She also seemed to see an unprecedented avenue.

This is a technique that only has the third level of Qi training, but its intention is so terrifying. If it is really deduced to the golden elixir and Nascent Soul, wouldn't it stir up the entire world of immortality?

She looked at the Seventh Peak Junior Brother who was teaching with a whip, as if she really saw a sage, "It's like the Underworld Cult Master who created the first generation of Underworld myth if his whip could be whipped louder."