"Little Lord, the spiritual power in your body you are urging is too little, and you use such a great force, of course the spiritual power protection in your hand can't bear it, and it is natural to hurt your palm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Seeing Wang Wei's puzzled look, Li Tie explained in time.

"Look at this stake, it hasn't moved at all, which means that the strength is still far behind." Wang Weizhi endured the sharp pain in his hands and said calmly. In his heart, he was extremely unhappy and secretly said: "I didn't say it earlier, I was not mentally prepared at all, and I almost broke a bone." ”

"Little master, although the strength is a little worse, but it has a good start. As long as you persevere, there will be another breakthrough. Seeing that Wang Weizhi finally survived, Li Tie turned pale again and said solemnly. Rao seemed to be like this, and the slightly beating tone still made Wang Weizhi see his excited heart.

"Smack!"

After the pain in his hand eased slightly, Wang Weizhi once again successfully urged the faint air flow in his body, and slammed his fist on the wooden stake without hesitation. This time, although Wang Weizhi was fully mentally prepared, the piercing pain was still beyond imagination, making Wang Weizhi grit his teeth and gurgle.

"Alas. After all, it must still be flesh and blood, not as good as those super alloys. This annoying pain is really unbearable. Stimulated by the severe pain, Wang Wei complained secretly in his heart.

"Try it with your left hand, but don't really break this little hand." After a short break of grumbling, the king muttered to himself. In the next moment, he concocted the same method to urge the faint air flow close to his left hand.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came out again, and the air flow on the left was also successfully urged.

"Smack! Syllable! Smack------"

Then came a dense crunch. But seeing that Wang Weizhi, who had mastered the preliminary skills, opened the bow left and right with a pair of small hands, endured bursts of piercing pain, and began self-harming training, Li Tie, who saw it on the side, was not full of horror and secretly regretted it.

However, this madness did not last long, and after about a cigarette, Wang Weizhi's knees went weak again, and he collapsed to the ground weakly. However, this time it was okay, the consciousness was still quite clear, and he did not faint as before. However, the innocent little hands were completely swollen, and the two red roast pig's trotters were free.

"I don't need your help. Uncle Tie, I can do it myself. Seeing that Li Tie was coming, Wang Wei, who was lying on the ground, decisively stopped him.

After about a cigarette had passed, Wang Weizhi, who had recovered his strength, stood up again. Then, without hesitation, he opened his bow left and right again, and smashed it at the sturdy stake in front of him. And so it went over and over again, and the king got up again and again, and then he got up again, and soon two hours passed, and the king collapsed to the ground for the fifteenth time. The two red and swollen little hands were already bloodstained at this time, and they were miserable.

"Little master, rest for a while." Seeing that the king was so stubborn, Li Tie, who seemed to be hard-hearted and acted as a strict teacher, was also heartbroken, and couldn't help but persuade again.

"You don't have to." After tossing for two hours, the king, who had made no achievements, replied angrily.

"Looking at it now, it is certainly impossible to smash a stake into the ground with just these two faint air currents. I have to think of another way to urge more airflow in my body. Well. Anyway, I don't have the strength, so let's try it lying down. Seeing that the wooden stake was still standing there strongly, Wang Weizhi, who had stopped Li Tie, thought to himself in his heart.

However, what Wang didn't expect was that although the stake had not moved, its willpower had been improved, and the consumption of mobilizing the spiritual power in his body had also decreased. In particular, the two weak air currents on the left and right sides have become refined after repeated calls and replenishments just now, and the power displayed has increased a lot. Although these subtle changes have not yet been noticed by Wang Wei, they have not affected Wang Weizhi's firm belief in the slightest. Wang Weizhi, who had already made up his mind, then moved, once again condensed his loose willpower, and began to try to urge the second air flow close to his right fist.

Under Wang Weizhi's repeated attempts, the second lazy faint air flow finally began to obey the dispatch and gradually condensed. However, the smile on Wang Weizhi's face had not yet fully unfolded, and he froze there due to the sudden difficulty. Because, although this air flow was condensed, it could not break through the invisible barrier in the body, and it could not reach the right fist at all, let alone merge with the first weak air flow to form a joint force.

"When did the high-IQ king become so stupid. Since this air flow cannot break through the barrier, then use the first one to recoil. The failed Wang Weizhi suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and after scolding himself, he couldn't wait to urge the skillful first air flow to start impacting the invisible barrier.

"Hmm. Although it can't break through the barrier at one time, it is much stronger than the second airflow. As the so-called dripping water pierces through stones, I don't believe that it can't break you. Feeling the change in strength, Wang Wei secretly rejoiced.

Seeing that Wang Weizhi, who said that he was going to get up, not only lay on the ground for a long time without showing any signs of getting up, but his eyes were slightly closed, and his face changed very quickly, which made Li Tie on the side incomprehensible, but he didn't dare to disturb, which can be described as crazy.

"Poof."

About half an hour later, a popping sound that only Wang Weizhi could hear suddenly came out. In the next moment, Dan saw that the two separate airflows in his body suddenly broke through, slowly fused together, and a stronger force was then clearly perceived by his willpower.

"Haha, finally succeeded!" Wang Weizhi suddenly laughed excitedly, and the next moment he turned over and got up. The body was unstable, and his right fist was already swung out, slamming into the wooden stake.

"Smack!"

Then there was a crunch. In the next moment, I saw that the immovable wooden stake "poofed" and plunged a centimeter into the ground.

The hard-won harvest made Wang Wei fall into an extremely excited state in an instant, and he didn't even react to the piercing pain in his hands. Then he did the same, and began to frantically pound the invisible barrier on the left. Half an hour later, the barrier was broken as scheduled.

"Little stake, now it's your turn." The excited Wang said playfully. In the next moment, he swung his small fist and smashed it into the stake.

One centimeter.

Two centimeters.

Three centimeters------

In a dense crackling sound, the stake slowly but continuously descended. The exuberant king had almost forgotten everything, and his eyes were fixed on the stake. Under this desperate madness, Wang Weizhi went through five short respites and lasted an hour, and smashed the stake into twenty centimeters. This huge harvest made the king pay a terrible price for it. A pair of small hands, at this time, the skin is already open, the blood is very terrifying, the crimson blood is even more red to stain the wooden stakes, and even the ground is coagulated blood clots everywhere.

However, after the stake had been lowered twenty centimeters, no matter how hard the king slammed it, he once again stood still, and stood firm. At this time, the last ray of sunlight in the sky gradually faded, and the night began to cover the earth.

"Hmm. The further down this stake, the more force it requires. It's time to hit the third airflow in your body. Examining the stake, red with his own blood, the king muttered to himself. Then he sat cross-legged and immersed himself in the internal training.

Just as Wang sat cross-legged for it, a delicate figure in the distance couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice. This figure hidden in the shadows is Wang Wei's mother. Since Wang Weizhi was brought here by Li Tie, Zhao Ya has followed, and has been silently watching his son from a distance. During this period, several times, Zhao Ya wanted to rush out and hug her son tightly to end this hopeless training. However, at the last moment, it was difficult to endure.

Time passed in a flash, in the practice that the king had forgotten himself. Two hours later, Wang Weizhi finally completely fused the third air flow on the left and right. The tireless Wang then began to impact the fourth air flow, but after several impacts, it was all in vain. Seeing the bright moon hanging high, Wang Wei had to give up decisively and turn to today's training task.

With the fusion of this third airflow, Wang Weizhi's strength also increased again, and then it took about half an hour to finally smash the stake completely into the ground. Wang Weizhi, who had completed the training task, was relieved, and his body, which had been completely overdrawn, finally found it difficult to hold on, and collapsed to the ground with a bang, and fainted.

Zhao Ya, who was hidden in the distance, then flashed her figure, gently picked up the tired Wang Weizhi, and ran towards the warm wooden house. Looking at the weak body in his arms, thinking about today's scene, Zhao Ya's red eyes shed silent tears again.

That night, Wang Weizhi didn't even drink a sip of water, and fell into a deep sleep. Even the mother's careful cleaning of her body and bandaging her wounds did not feel anything, which made this loving mother's heart like a knife, and her liver and intestines were broken. Wang Cheng, who was sitting silently on the side, was also in an unusually complicated mood.

"Brother Cheng, our son has a weak physique, and there is no hope at all in his cultivation, so what's the use of you forcing him like this. Wouldn't it be better to let him follow us happily and be an ordinary person. Zhao Ya stroked Wang Weizhi's little face and said.

"Yamei, I don't know your mood. However, the enemy has been searching for us, and we ourselves are in danger, and we can protect our children for a lifetime. A happy life has long been a luxury for us. Wang Cheng said with a melancholy face.

"Then have you ever thought that when our son grows up, one day when he knows that no matter how hard and hard he works, he will not be able to succeed in cultivation at all, and even the strength of the general martial arts will not be able to reach, and all his efforts are meaningless, what will his mood be? Can he withstand this kind of blow? Zhao Ya said in a choked voice.

"I don't believe it. Our son will not be a waste! If I used to, I resigned myself to my fate. But now, I will not accept my fate. Since the son of the child can be brought back to life, it proves that the heavens will not die our royal family, and the heavens will not destroy our sons. God has given us this opportunity, and we must not give up on ourselves, but cultivate our children well. I am even more convinced that our son will give us another miracle. I've never felt this way strongly. Wang Cheng said excitedly.

"Miracles ------ blame me, if it weren't for my recklessness, my son wouldn't be like today, it's my sorry son, it's my sorry son!" Zhao Ya choked up and muttered to herself, and bitter and helpless tears burst out of her eyes again.

"Yamei, it's been so long, don't mention these things in the future. If it weren't for saving me, you wouldn't be like that. My heart was even more uncomfortable. Wang Cheng said with relief. As he spoke, he gently hugged Zhao Ya in his arms.