Way of Choices

Xuan Yuanbo was a little surprised. No one could ever see his cultivation method, but at this time he was spotted by something else.

When he saw his expression, he knew he was right and asked, "Is this the practice Chang Chensheng chose for you?"

Xuanyuan nodded.

Different kind of red praised: "I always thought that his own monastic talent was very good, but I didn't expect the vision to be equally good. This dean was very competent."

Xuanyuan broke through and thought, "That's not enough."

Don't look red again, he looked at his right arm again and said, "It can be seen that you practiced well, but there seems to be some problems."

Xuanyuan broke through without care, wiping the residual gravy on his fingers with paper.

The other red voice sounded again, into his ears, and then into his heart.

"Tian Lei Yin is Tian Lei Yin, and the Hidden Wind Lei is in the absence of signs. You are not wrong with this. You can even say that it is very good."

Biehonghong said: "It's just a little too deliberate."

Xuanyuan broke his head and asked slightly, "What are you talking about, sir?"

Biehonghong looked at him and said, "Deeply plant trees rooted in the fertile soil, so that they will not see the world, not suffer from the wind, and will be refined by the fire of the earth. During this time, they will thunder in the dark, and their savings will gradually grow. When the soil is broken, The towering giant tree is full of lightning and lightning between branches and leaves. Who can block its prestige?"

Xuanyuan's broken eyes fell on his right arm with a different kind of red.

His right arm was obviously shrunk, especially compared to the thick left arm, which was dazzling and extremely miserable.

Many drinkers in the tavern thought that this was the disability he had fallen after he was defeated by the Sky Sea Hague in Kyoto, and mocked him many times.

Only he himself knew what terrible power was hidden in this seemingly crippled right arm.

Of course, it has been seen through now.

Xuanyuan broke through at this time, and he was faced with a strong man in the sacred field, a legendary character in all directions.

His expression suddenly became a lot more serious, and asked: "What does it mean to deliberately?"

Biehonghong said: "Thunder is the natural law of heaven and earth. Hidden can only hide its meaning. It does not need to hide its form. It is like a real towering giant tree. It bursts out of the earth and carries thousands of earth and rocks. The momentum seems amazing. But lost the most important feature."

Xuan Yuanbo continued to ask: "What are the characteristics?"

Bianhonghong asked, "What is the foreign law of Tianlei Yin?"

Xuan Yuanbo said without hesitation: "Fist."

Biehonghong smiled and said, "I happen to know something about this."

In that great battle of Tianshuling, he saw Tianhai Shenghou punched the world with a fist and gave him great insight.

In recent years, he also started to use fist, so in the world after Tianhai, no one has a stronger fist than him.

Naturally, there is no one more extensive and profound than his knowledge in this field,

"Why didn't the Queen Mother use Mufeng or Ruyi, but instead use fists to face us guys?"

Bianhong looked at Xuanyuan's broken eyes and said calmly: "That's because the fist is a part of our body and can rise and fall with the heart. Compared with foreign objects such as swords and guns, it is at least in the beginning and end. At that time, the speed is faster, and the speed... is power."

Xuanyuan's broken eyes lit up.

The demon clan pays more attention to the pure power than the human clan and the demon clan. As a member of the demon clan, of course, it is no exception, but the remarks of the different red words did not touch him because of this, but because This remark reveals a very important truth.

Regardless of the Taoist swordsmanship and array method, after all, it is to be used for combat, and all methods are inseparable from its ancestors. The ultimate point is speed and power. No matter how magnificent the pictures presented are, how powerful the mountains and rivers are, there is essentially no difference. .

Hidden Wind Thunder can indeed accumulate the power to the maximum, but as the other said, it will affect the speed of the move.

How can we maximize these two points at the same time?

Xuan Yuanbo raised his doubts.

Biehonghong began to explain to him his precious experience gained from hundreds of years of monasticism and countless battles.

Xuan Yuan's broken expression became more and more focused, and he even forgot to breathe.

The room became very quiet, and the morning wind passed through the gap of the paper door, gently brushing the crystal on the ground and the three small towers.

If it weren't for the impatient cold hum of Infinite, this mission may continue for a long time.

Xuanyuan broke through and woke up, saluted at another kind of red worship, then got up and left the house.

Standing on the wooden board in front of the house, watching the cooking smoke rising from time to time outside the courtyard, he was silent for a long time. The words said by others, and his years of hard work, gradually merged together, making him want to solve a lot of problems in practice, and even touched a certain boundary.

He took a deep breath of cool air, stepped on the cool white pebbles and walked to the wall, poured water into the short pine with a small wooden spoon, and lowered his head to hold the cool well water and washed a few hard Face, confirm that the spirit has fully awake, wipe off the water stains on the face, and walked out of the courtyard.

The sound of war drums still kept coming from the upper city.

The waves in the Red River are getting louder and louder, and they are very close together.

Matsucho has woken up, the neighborhoods are yawning, picking their eyes, holding crocks, and are still waiting in line to buy breakfast.

Some of the coolies who had finished breakfast sat on the long bench outside the porridge shop, chatting gossip on their feet, as if they could not hear the drums from the upper city at all, nor could they hear the swell of the Red River not far away. This does not mean that they are not interested in the Tian Xuan Dian Dian. Many people talk about which platform they should go to to watch the fun after work.

Xuan Yuanbo walked across the street.

An acquaintance next door asked him if he had breakfast, and he nodded with a smile. An acquaintance of the coolie asked him that the business of the bistro was so bad recently. When the boss would sell two cups of poor ale, he shook his head and said he did not know.

Then, very casually, the owner of Baozipu asked him what to do early in the morning.

He stopped and replied: "I'm going to participate in the Heavenly Election Ceremony."

The street was quiet for a moment, even the hot mist overflowing from the edge of the steamer in the shop was frozen for a moment.

At the next moment, the laughter rang, did not stop for a long time, and became louder and louder, with mockery or fun, with goodwill or maliciousness.

Xuanyuan touched the back of the head and smiled sternly.

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The ring that Xuanyuan broke into was in Matsucho, very close to his home, and he could walk around without saving a car, saving money.

When he walked to the street where the ring was located, there were already a lot of people watching and watching, but the register was not filled with two pages.

It is very remote, far away from the imperial city and Tianshou Pavilion, no big people will notice it, and there can be no powerful people, and naturally it cannot attract strong people who want to challenge themselves to come here, and are often willing to be here. I don’t have any idea about the Tianxuan Diandian. I just want to play with the ordinary demon people who are brave enough to fight. This kind of ordinary people’s battles are naturally not exciting. They are often more like gangster fights in the city. It will stop in a round.

The carp magistrate and the two supervisors in charge of the ring have found it extremely boring. Those Matsucho officials were even more bored. The little official at the register table had even started to sleep, and his head fell from time to time, and when he didn't know when, he would knock to the edge of the table.

Xuanyuan broke to the table and tapped the table gently.

The little official woke up and raised his head in exasperation, trying to reprimand a few words, but stunned.

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