The gentle sunlight sprinkled all over the earth, and the huge waterfall rushed hard in the sunlight, and finally turned into a snow-white flying dragon, roaring and rushing down the mountaintop, rushing into the small valley, and bursting into a roar like the galloping of thousands of horses.

Standing at the bottom of the waterfall, Xiaobao took a deep breath of moist air, raised his head, and looked at the towering huge waterfall, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

In the open space behind Xiaobao, dozens of wooden stakes were inserted, and at a height of only two meters from the wooden stakes, more than a dozen wooden stakes were suspended from the high tree trunks, and a gust of wind blew and suddenly swayed around.

The pitch-black ring trembled slightly, and the elder floated out staggeringly, looking at the dozens of wooden stakes, he nodded with satisfaction, his eyes flashed with a little ill will, staring at Xiaobao, pointing to the wooden stakes, and said with a smile: "Every morning in the future, you will have to practice on this, I will command these suspended wooden stakes to attack you, you must dodge them, when dodging, you can't take off the thousand-pound pen on your back, and you can't use the Getaway Exercise, in short, you can't use any techniques, You can only rely solely on your body and the control of the power of writing in your body to practice and dodge, you know. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Bao nodded slightly, his face was a little eager to try, he was still quite confident in his ability to dodge.

"Want to give it a try?" Looking at Xiaobao's expression, Ge Lao suddenly smiled, and there was a little cunning in his smile.

"As you wish."

Shrugging his shoulders, Xiaobao kicked on the ground on his toes, and his figure easily jumped onto a wooden stake, and his hands moved slightly. The slender figure also faintly has a bit of a master-like temperament, and he raised his hand at the elder pavilion. Xiaobao smiled: "Come on, let me see how much suffering the teacher can make me suffer if he engages in these things?" ”

"Hehe, if you have ambition, let me see how many you can stick to?" Nodding with a smile, the elder pavilion robe waved, and a gust of wind rushed out of the cuffs. Suddenly, the dozens of wooden stakes suspended in mid-air shook wildly. When the stake shook, it suddenly split out and slammed into Xiaobao.

The wooden stake hit, and the faint feeling of oppression made De Xiaobao's face slightly solemn. Keep your eyes on the stake that is getting closer and closer. The body bent down suddenly, and the wooden stake attached to the body flew out dangerously.

Before the bent body had time to get up, another wooden stake flew over, Xiaobao stepped on the wooden stake with his toes, and was just about to leave the wooden stake, but his face changed suddenly, only to see the soles of his feet on the wooden stake. But it was as if something was sticking to it, and it couldn't move.

Sudden change. Xiaobao was surprised, but his concentration was not bad, and the power of writing in his body moved almost at will, quickly transmitted to the soles of his feet, and stepped on it again, his feet were finally freed from the restraints, and at the same time, he also dodged the two wooden stakes that came closely.

Although he dodged this attack, when the five wooden stakes hit him again, Xiaobao, whose feet were glued to his feet, was finally knocked out violently.

Looking at Xiao Bao who fell to the ground with a smile, panting heavily, the elder smiled and said, "How is it?" ”

"What the hell did you do on the stake?" Xiaobao rubbed his chest that was a little painful, and asked coldly.

"The stake is smeared with viscose, every time you move, you must use the power of the pen to resolve the stickiness, otherwise, once you can't dodge, it will be the end of being knocked out of the field, so, while dodging, the power of writing in your body must be kept in a state of circulation at any time, but if you continue in this state for a long time, the benefits you get will be very huge." Ge Lao smiled faintly.

"This thing is used to exercise your agility and control of the power of writing..."Turning around and pointing to the stake, the elder said with a smile.

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Rushing waterfalls, smashing rocks, and diffusing water vapor shrouded the small valley.

In the open space under the waterfall, a naked boy, carrying a strange black pen, with a solemn face dodging the attack of the roaring continuous wooden stakes, occasionally jumping and flashing, like a spirit monkey-like agility, slender and sturdy body, under the sunlight, quite a sense of ease.

It has been nearly a month since Xiaobao came to the small valley, and in this month, Xiaobao has spent most of his time on the wooden stake, and for this reason, there are many bruises on his body that have been hit by the wooden stake.

Of course, there is a pay, and there is naturally a return, and now Xiaobao has been able to dodge the simultaneous attack of twelve wooden stakes, which is too much longer than the ending of being embarrassed by five wooden stakes a month ago.

On a boulder outside the wooden stake, the elder sat on it, squinting slightly, looking at the young man who was constantly dodging flexibly in the gap between the twelve wooden stakes in the field, smiled and nodded, and the sleeve robe waved again, and the last three wooden stakes hanging in mid-air were immediately separated again, and then smashed towards Xiaobao angrily.

The sudden attack immediately broke the balance between Xiaobao and the twelve wooden stakes, and the small gap that could only be used was completely blocked by the new one at this moment.

His face was slightly solemn, his eyes were staring at the thirteen wooden stakes that were mixed in all directions, and the next moment, the wooden stakes flew quickly, and the strong wind pressure made De Xiaobao's breathing a little stagnant.

With a deep breath, the power of writing in Xiaobao's body surged, and his body tilted strangely, dodging the two oncoming wooden stakes.

The arc of the dodge was not completely suppressed, Xiaobao stepped on the wooden stake with his toes, and his figure quickly floated to another wooden stake, and his head was slightly on one side, and a huge wooden stake, close to his ear, flew dangerously.

After a month of adaptation, Xiaobao's sensitivity is far from being comparable to a month ago, and the continuous attacks of the twelve wooden stakes, although each time it is dangerously past, but it is always difficult to hit him.

The stake that rubbed by, the oppressive energy brought up, made Xiaobao's skin hurt, but he didn't dare to use the Getaway Exercise to dodge, at this time, every bit of writing power must be used in the most important place, otherwise once the power of writing is exhausted, what awaits him is only the tragic end of being out, and during this time, this kind of ending has been with him.

Now Xiaobao's dantian is far from enough to support his scaleless squandering of the power of the pen, so he must be careful to calculate, and even extremely stingy to control every trace of the power of the pen in his body, so that it can be used on the blade.

"It would be nice if the dantian could be expanded a little more, and there would be no need to be so careful again." Dodging the attack of the eleventh stake, Xiaobao couldn't help but think in his heart.

The wooden stake passed close to his body, and the twelfth wooden stake hit him trickily, but Xiao Bao, who had been prepared for this, rotated slightly on the toes of his toes on the stake, and the whole palm of his foot, only his toes stood on the stake, and suddenly, the whole body, like a ballet dancer, was inclined into a beautiful and strange arc.

"Whoosh!" The wooden stake was only half an inch away from his body, whistling past, and the sharp strength made De Xiaobao grin and gasp.

When the tail of the twelfth stake left, Xiaobao's face changed suddenly, and behind him, an even more violent energy shot out.

Adapting to the attack of the twelve wooden stakes, it took Xiao Bao more than twenty days to master the attack trajectory between them, and now that Ge Lao suddenly joined the thirteenth wooden stake, it made him suddenly a little helpless.

Feeling more and more energy, Xiao Bao slowly exhaled a breath in his heart, his eyes suddenly closed at this moment, listening to the oppressive wind behind him, the hair on Xiao Bao's naked back, like tentacles, swayed gently.

With the help of the oppression of energy, in the mind of Xiao Bao, who closed his eyes, there was a faint picture of the trajectory of the stake's attack, in this mind without the law of time, Xiao Bao saw the attack trajectory of the stake and the power contained in it, it was actually very thorough, and the best direction to avoid it also naturally emerged in his mind, and his ability was close to the strongest brain.

Outside, looking at Xiao Bao who suddenly closed his eyes, Ge Lao's eyes lit up slightly, and he whispered in some surprise: "This little guy actually knows how to use soul perception." ”

When the stake attack appeared in Xiaobao's mind, his body was also suddenly twisted weirdly, holding his head in both palms, and his body fell straight down.

Thrillingly dodging the attack of the thirteenth stake, Xiaobao put his toes on the stake a little, and his body shot out, and finally landed firmly on the ground, ripped over his clothes, and put it on his body at will.

With a long exhalation, Xiao Bao didn't have time to talk to Ge Lao, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, quickly took out a small crystal medicine bottle from the space ring, tilted the mouth of the bottle, and the two pills rolled out.

"Uh, is the Hui Li Dan running out? Looks like I'm going to have to pick up medicine in the future! ”

Looking at the only two pills left, Xiao Bao shook his head helplessly, threw one of them into his mouth, and then quickly put his hands in a cultivation posture.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Xiaobao quickly entered the state of cultivation, after a month of training, he knew that after every time the power of writing was exhausted, it was the best time to cultivate, at this time, the cells and muscles in the body would be more greedy than at any other time.

As he entered the state of cultivation and his breathing was steady, a faint energy flow hovered around Xiaobao's body, and after touching the pores of his skin, it was like a liquid touching a sponge, and it was greedily devoured into his body.

As the cultivation continued, the energy surrounding Xiao Bao's body became more and more intense, and there was no reduction in the slightest.

Tapping his fingers on the stone wall, the elder of the pavilion calculated Xiaobao's cultivation time, and the tip of his eyebrows suddenly raised, the time that Xiaobao cultivated today seemed to be a little longer than in the past.

According to Ge Lao's calculations, the current Xiaobao, the power of writing that can be stored in his body should be almost full, right?

However, seeing that Xiaobao still had no intention of stopping, the elder couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "Could it be... Going to break through the nine stars? (To be continued......)