Wang Lu has always been efficient in doing things, and in the afternoon of the same day, he agreed with Wen Bao to meet in the martial arts arena of the Ethereal Peak.

There are a total of three martial arts arenas in the Ethereal Peak, the smallest of which is located near the Tengyun Hall, which is a place for beginners to practice, on the side of the flat open space, there are neatly stacked rows of red wooden figures blessed with spells, and the monks can test the various spells they have learned on the wooden figures.

When Wang Lu arrived, Wen Bao had already come a long time in advance, and was practicing the Xuantie swordsmanship on the empty field, the fat was trembling, and the sweat was like rain, which showed that he was seriously engaged, but the burning stick was still out of order, and the sword momentum also lacked the indomitable and decisive killing that the Xuantie Sword should have.

Wang Lu looked at it for a while, then shook his head: "Stop, it's just a waste of time to practice like this." ”

Wen Bao had a bitter face: "But my qualifications are reckless, if I don't practice diligently......"

"The route is wrong, the more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you are, you are already on the wrong side now, and you will naturally make more mistakes."

"Huh?" Wen Bao was taken aback, "But I did practice according to the method taught by my senior brother, and I never changed it without authorization." ”

"That means that your senior brother is teaching the wrong thing, if he is teaching right, why do you come to me?"

Wen Baoleng paused: "What Senior Brother said also makes sense, so how should I practice?" ”

Wang Lu took two steps forward, and Ziwei Soft Sword pointed at Wen Bao: "Let's make two moves with me first." ”

Wen Bao hesitated for a moment, lifted the heavy sword like a burning stick, and slashed at Wang Lu with a loud roar.

Wang Lu didn't dodge or dodge, and ate a sword with the Rouyun Sword Technique, and the fat man's ten percent strength was immediately dissolved by seven points, and although the remaining three points made Wang Lu take three steps back, they failed to disturb the sword momentum of his Rouyun Sword Technique, let alone cause any substantial damage to Wang Lu.

Wen Bao was not discouraged, followed by a sword as a straight stab in the chest, Wang Lu blocked sideways, but this time he did not retreat half a step, Ziwei sword out, unloading all the strength aside, but the fat man with him was unstable and staggered a few steps. The fat man wanted to turn around and fight again, but Wang Lu was not interested.

"That's enough, do you know where you lost?"

Wen Bao praised sincerely: "Senior brother's swordsmanship is excellent, and I can't reach it." ”

"Gao Ming's fart, it's nothing more than mortal martial arts, but your Xuantie swordsmanship can drive the earth's aura, indestructible and as stable as Mount Tai, it is a real immortal swordsmanship, in terms of cleverness, how can it be more clever than my Rouyun Sword."

"Senior brother's cultivation is profound, even if he is a mortal martial artist......"

"You, a monk who has cultivated the ninth rank of qi, praise me for the cultivation of the second grade of the forging body?"

Wen Bao was suddenly confused: "This ......"

"In terms of strength, you are at least ten times stronger than me, in terms of speed, we are half a catty and eight taels, my only strength is nothing more than stable blood and tough bones, but we are not fighting to the death and death, and we can't fight to the extent of breaking bones and bleeding, not to mention that you can exhale the aura of heaven and earth and transform your own mana, and I don't even have a few internal strength...... All things considered, you have an advantage in almost every aspect, so why do you lose? ”

Wen Bao opened his mouth and stammered: "For what?" ”

Wang Lu snorted coldly: "Because you are a coward." ”

"Uh......" was evaluated so bluntly, Wen Bao was like being poured a mouthful of mustard sauce from life, and he choked on his head.

"A waste like you, who is useless except for a body of fat, it is impossible for any other sect to take it in, even if you are looking for a handyman, you have to be dexterous and flexible, right? The Spirit Sword Sect chose you to be an inner disciple, it can be seen that the elders in the sect do not distinguish between right and wrong, good or bad, and it is no wonder that the sect is declining day by day, and it is rated as the most unworthy of the name of the Ten Thousand Immortal League. Congratulations, fat man, your presence has lowered the character of the entire sect. ”

"I, I ......" Although he has always suffered from such and such criticism in the past two years, in a sect that pays attention to a harmonious atmosphere, it is the first time that the fat man has heard people say so viciously in person! The other party was Wang Lu, who he was most in awe of, and his heart was blank for a while, and he was at a loss.

However, Wang Lu's viciousness does not stop there.

"Dead fat man, if you remember correctly, are you in the mortal world or the son of the Canglan National Master? Heh, giving birth to a waste like you, your father must have had a headache for more than ten years, right? ”

"Wang Lu, you!?" When his family was mentioned, the dead fat man trembled in disbelief.

"Oh, think about it from another angle, if you can give birth to a pig-like waste like you, your father won't be a good breed, and maybe you will feel that your son is really his own haha!"

"Wang Lu, shut up!"

"Let's talk about your mother next, oh yes, I forgot to ask, are you born to your mother? Ha Lu Ha ”

"Enough!"

Bang!

With Wen Bao's roar, the Xuantie Sword stabbed out like black lightning, Wang Lu had already expected it, he stepped back, the horizontal sword blocked, and the Ziwei soft sword and the Xuantie heavy sword collided violently.

The next moment, Wang Lu flew out like a sandbag.

When he landed, Wang Lu staggered a few steps, only to feel that his right wrist was sore, and he was almost unstable in holding the sword. More than ten meters in front of him, Wen Bao looked at the long sword in his hand in amazement, as well as the crack left on the stone slab - it was the aftermath of the collision, and he couldn't imagine that he could stab such a powerful sword!

"I ......" Wen Bao looked at Wang Lu in a daze, vaguely understanding Fang Cai's vicious verbal attack, but, for what?

"What else do you ask? I would like to ask you Ethereal Peak disciples why you haven't discovered a simple common sense for two years: warriors need anger! ”

Wang Lu scolded while shaking his wrist and re-grasping the soft sword, just after eating the fat man's sword, the whole right hand was shocked and numb, the fat man was angry, the Xuantie swordsmanship was used to the extreme, the innate divine power and the earthy spiritual power stimulated each other, and the force acted on both inside and outside, how could the destructive power be doubled? At the beginning, Wang Lu was roared in front of Mochizuki, but he couldn't shake his qi and blood, but now he can't eat the fat man's sword, which shows its power.

On the other hand, this phaseless sword bone really has its own wonders, just one breath, the aftermath of the concussion is digested by the body...... According to Master, this eighth-level sword bone cultivation has just begun, and it is really hard to imagine what kind of miraculous effect it will have if this extremely difficult level is successfully passed.

It took Wen Bao a long time to experience and digest the mysterious experience of the unity of sword intent when he struck a blow with anger, but if he wanted to reproduce it again, he couldn't do it anyway, which was extremely shocking.

"Senior Brother Wang Lu, that sword is ...... Is it the true power of the Xuantie Sword Technique? ”

Wang Lu said: "Nonsense, otherwise do you think that the dignified Immortal Dao Sword Technique is as coercive as you used before?" The Spirit Sword Sect is named after the sword, the sword method is the ability to watch the house, others such as the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Gate, etc., there are thousands of kinds of fairy magic methods, and the patterns can be endless, and our Spirit Sword Sect pays attention to the sword into the Tao, one sword to break ten thousand laws. Your Xuantie Sword has neither subtle moves nor endless abilities, and if you want to break other people's ten thousand methods, you can only infinitely increase your destructive power and be indestructible...... That is, the level of your sword. ”

Wen Bao's words made Wen Bao's heart flutter, indeed, if he could master Fang Cai's sword, any spell would be vulnerable in front of it, not to mention Zhu Qin, who was also a ninth-grade Qi cultivator, even if it was Senior Brother Yue Yun, who was a sixth-grade cultivator, it would be very difficult to resist...... A real sword to break ten thousand laws!

"But, I can't use that sword just now." Wen Bao smiled bitterly, and then looked at Wang Lu with expectant eyes.

"Nonsense, I'm running out of anger."

Wen Bao was stunned for a moment, it was true that after that sword, the original anger disappeared, and he could no longer swing the same sword. Could it be that this Xuantie Sword Technique is really driven by anger? It's no wonder that I've been missing the essentials for the past two years. After all, there is no senior brother as simple and direct as Wang Lu, who directly insults his parents to accumulate anger......

Wang Lu also said: "The seven emotions and six desires of a monk are also energy, why don't you say that you should also cultivate your mind when you cultivate the Fa?" The so-called cultivation of the mind is the free control of emotional power, and when we cultivate to the completion of Qi cultivation, in order to successfully build a foundation, we will begin to cultivate the mind, don't you have an ethereal immortal heart in the Ethereal Peak? That's the first-class method of cultivating the mind. ”

Wen Bao suddenly realized when he heard this, and he suddenly opened his mouth, and nodded again and again: "Senior Brother Wang Lu, you are really powerful, you know everything!" ”

Wang Lu kicked over: "You pig-headed don't even know your own family affairs, and you still want me to talk about it?" It's common sense, isn't it? ”

Wen Bao was kicked and trembled, and the scolded dog was bloody, but he was still overjoyed, and said in his heart that his master was really right! The previous senior brothers who passed on the gong couldn't have thought of this trick!

But the problem comes again, now that he understands Wang Lu's good intentions, the same method can no longer arouse anger, no matter how he scolds, the dead fat man is beaming, and he can't get angry at all.

"It's okay, it's not easy? Warriors, there is a universal way of accumulating anger, whether you are smart or stupid, rich or poor, healthy or sick...... As long as it's not a pervert, it's sure to work. ”

Wen Bao's eyes lit up: "What means?" ”

"Well...... Wang Lu stared at Wen Bao expressionlessly.

After a while, Wen Bao was stared at by this gaze, and his heart and kidneys were weak, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Then Wang Lu slowly spoke: "If a warrior wants to accumulate anger, the easiest way is to be beaten. ”

"Huh!?"

While speaking, Wang Lu punched in front of him!

Hit someone in the face first, anger has no limits!

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