Wizard: I can refine everything

Hundreds of years have passed since Richard last entered the secret realm of the mountains.

This period of time is enough for a mortal dynasty to change dynasties and turn from prosperity to decline, but for the secret realm, this is just a moment.

Entering the secret realm, Richard followed the route in his memory and came to Changshan Temple where he practiced.

Compared with the last time I came here, Changshan Temple is very deserted now.

Boom, boom, boom!

Richard landed in front of the mountain gate of Changshan Temple and knocked hard on the door.

Soon, there was only a rumbling sound, and two old dwarves opened the mountain door.

These two old dwarves are both at the second level of strength, and their old faces are as if they were made of iron.

"Who is visiting Changshan Temple?"

They took a closer look and saw the man in black robe standing outside the door. Why did his face look so familiar?

"Two masters, do you still remember me?" Richard smiled at the two dwarves, "I used to practice here more than six hundred years ago."

The two old dwarves thought for a while, and one of them suddenly raised his head, as if he thought of something.

"Master Richard!" The old dwarf exclaimed, and then he wanted to give Richard a huge gift.

When Richard saw this, he quickly stopped him: "Hey, I can't do it. Master just remembers me, why do you need to give me such a big gift?"

But the old dwarf was very stubborn. Even though Richard had supported him, he still insisted on saluting.

Under this reminder, the old dwarf on the other side also remembered who Richard was.

Without saying a word, he fell to the ground with a plop and gave Richard a prosperous salute.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

Richard looked at the dwarf lying on the ground and said helplessly.

"Without the guidance of the master, we will sit in this secret realm until death. How can we return to the mountain world and rebuild the Taoism of Changshan Temple!"

After hearing this, Richard immediately knew why these dwarves respected him so much.

His words of persuasion to the abbot of Changshan Temple back then seemed to have come true.

These mountain dwarves really returned to the mountain world and rebuilt the Taoist tradition.

Looking at the stubborn dwarf in front of him, Richard simply let him go and allowed him to salute.

These mountain dwarves are more stubborn than the demon dwarves in the wizarding world.

After saluting, the two old dwarves took Richard into Changshan Temple.

Today's Changshan Temple is very deserted. Except for the old dwarf, Richard didn't even see a single dwarf disciple.

"Have all your disciples been sent out of the secret realm?" Richard asked doubtfully.

"Yes, sir." An old dwarf replied respectfully, "All the disciples in the temple have been sent out of the secret realm to rebuild Changshan Temple."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Sir, we are the insurance company of Changshan Temple." Another old dwarf replied, "The environment in the mountainous world is not ideal. The wars in the early years created many restricted areas for life in the mountainous world. Changshan Temple is on the edge of a restricted area."

Richard nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.

Arriving deep inside the temple, Richard met the administrator of the secret Changshan Temple.

When Richard saw the dwarf, he laughed.

"Abbott, long time no see."

The manager of the secret Changshan Temple is the abbot of Changshan Temple who made a deal with Richard back then.

The abbot came to Richard, flopped down on the ground, and bowed to the ground.

Then he stood up and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years. Master's progress has been rapid. However, in more than six hundred years, your Excellency has been promoted from the second ring to the third ring.

This kind of speed really makes me feel ashamed. "

Richard smiled and waved his hand: "It's just some opportunities."

"Then I wonder why you are here this time, sir?"

Richard sighed and said slowly: "Although I have improved my strength over the years, I have neglected to polish my fighting skills.

Now that I have become a third-level wizard, my skills are not as good as some second-level wizards.

So I came here this time to improve my fighting skills. "

"Improve your skills..." The abbot pondered for a moment, then said in a somewhat tangled voice, "Master, how long can you stay this time?

Improving skills cannot be achieved overnight.

Without long-term practice, no one can possess the skill of freely retracting and retracting one's body. "

"There is no need to worry about this, Abbot." Richard replied, "I can practice in Changshan Temple for ten years this time. If it is not enough, twenty or thirty years are also acceptable."

"Then there's no problem." The abbot smiled, "I'll find someone to tidy up the master's room.

Starting tomorrow, I will personally serve as the master's sparring partner. "

Richard put his hands together and thanked: "Thank you, Master."

…

Early the next morning, Richard woke up from meditation and slowly came to the martial arts field.

In the martial arts arena, the abbot, wearing a black and blue monk uniform, was already waiting for Richard's arrival.

"Master, you are slacking off." The abbot said with a serious expression, "Since you have come to Changshan Temple, you have asked us to improve your skills for you.

Then we will do our best to fulfill your request. And you, Master, should try your best to cooperate with us.

If you have any special circumstances, I hope you can explain it in advance. "

Richard clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the abbot: "I meditated at the wrong time, and it won't be like this again.

In addition, I need to visit the Heart of the Mountain for one hour every day. "

The abbot replied: "Yes."

Richard took off his wizard robe, revealing the training clothes underneath.

The wizard robe is indeed a bit cumbersome for close combat.

But this cannot be blamed on the wizard robe, wizards are noble wizards, how can wizards fight close combat.

After making preparations, Richard's figure suddenly disappeared with a bang, leaving only a pair of clearly visible footprints on the bluestone ground.

The abbot heard the sound, his face did not change, he lowered his body, and a strong wind flashed over his head.

"Master, you are too slow." The abbot said.

Before the voice fell, the abbot's body suddenly shook, and in his strong body, a series of magic patterns appeared faintly, wandering like a living thing.

Richard saw this, and his heart was alarmed. However, before he could make any move, an unprecedented sense of oppression came like a mountain. Then, a fist like a mountain, as if it had passed through the limitations of space, appeared in front of Richard's chest in an instant.

Boom!

A huge sonic boom resounded throughout the martial arts arena, and Richard's figure exploded like a cannonball.

The abbot put his fist in and stood still, quietly looking in the direction where Richard flew backwards.

Richard fell to the ground, and a big hole collapsed in his chest.

"Hiss, so fast."

Richard stood up from the ground, holding his chest. The abbot's punch didn't seem to have much power, but it was a manifestation of great skill.

In this punch, Richard felt at least three kinds of power.

A spiral force broke through his magic barrier, a mental force intimidated his mind, and the last huge force knocked him away.

"Abbot, your Changshan boxing has improved again." Richard praised.

The abbot nodded slightly: "Thanks to the master's mushroom, my soul injury has been completely healed, allowing me to take this boxing method one step further."

In the past, he was restricted by the injury of his soul and could only let his Changshan boxing grow gray.

But now that his injuries have recovered, this unique skill created by him will naturally not be left to die.

Richard's chest injury, with the help of flesh and blood control and blood seed, soon recovered as before.

The two soon fought again.

Bang! Boom! Boom...

After a long time, the martial arts performance ended, and Richard dragged his exhausted body to the location of the heart of the mountain.

"Hiss, this dwarf is really trying his best, and he is really stupid." Richard covered his head and complained in his heart.

Although the abbot held back his strength during the battle and did not use his real strength. But his Changshan fist still caused a great impact on Richard's soul.

So much so that Richard's mind is a little groggy now.

Shaking his head, Richard tried to make himself more awake.

In front of him, the luxurious heart of the mountain has not changed at all, and it is still the same as when Richard saw it hundreds of years ago.

For the mountain, a few hundred years is just a moment.

Transforming his vision into energy vision, Richard began to carry out his unfinished work hundreds of years ago - completing the Heart of the Mountain rune.

…

The days of cultivation were very boring. Richard practiced martial arts with the abbot every day.

The rest of the time, he was either observing the Heart of the Mountain or learning the inheritance in Changshan Temple.

Yes, as a distinguished guest of Changshan Temple, Richard could learn the inheritance in Changshan Temple at will.

Time passed quickly, and Richard was constantly getting stronger.

It took him a year to change himself from being full of flaws and being defeated by the abbot with one punch to being defeated with two punches.

Then, only three months later, the abbot needed three punches to defeat Richard.

Then, four punches, five punches, six punches... After adapting to physical combat, Richard improved at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

He was like a dried sponge, constantly absorbing the skills of many fighting masters in Changshan Temple.

Then, like a furnace, he melted these skills into his own things.

…

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The huge sound of sonic booms continued to sound in the martial arts arena, and two blurred figures intertwined in the martial arts arena, and the speed was so fast that it even exceeded the limit of the naked eye. Only the afterimages left by their movement could be vaguely captured, like ghosts flickering.

Although both sides deliberately restrained their strength and tried to accurately attack each other to avoid causing too much damage to the surrounding environment.

But even so, the solid bluestone ground under their feet could not withstand the aftermath of this battle.

Cracks spread rapidly on the bluestone like a spider web, and then shattered and turned into powder.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the two fighting figures suddenly separated. The tall figure flew backwards, leaving only a short figure in the original place.

"Master, you won." The short figure gave a heartfelt admiration, "In just ten years, you can force me to use all my strength.

Such talent really makes us smack our lips."

Richard stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his body.

"Master, have you been tying your own hands and feet to fight me?"

The abbot shook his head: "Master, your physique is far inferior to mine. If I use all my strength, wouldn't it be bullying the weak?"

After ten years of practice, Richard finally won once, although it was only a single move.

A crack opened behind Richard, and the voice of the witch came from behind the crack.

"Master Richard, your time is up."

Richard straightened his clothes and bowed respectfully to the abbot.

"Abbot, I have to leave now, please take care of yourself."

The abbot put his hands together and said in return: "May the spirits of the mountains and rivers protect the master and make him undefeated in all battles."