It wasn't until late at night that the upper and lower people of the Shaking Light Sect rested separately.

Not surprisingly, Song Liancheng came to find He Yingwu and pretended to be relaxed.

He Yingwu glanced at him, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Elder Song, I thought we had made it clear during the day. ”

"Alas......" Song Liancheng sighed, "I also thought I had made it clear, and I thought I could understand the sect master's painstaking efforts, but ...... But the actual battle in the afternoon still shocked Liancheng!"

"Worried about me falling into the devil again?"

"Yes!" At the very least, Song Liancheng was very honest.

"No!" He Yingwu smiled, "Elder Song, don't worry, every movement of mine is measured, and I have been observing everyone's micro-expressions and subtle movements in detail, and adjusting my strategy at any time according to their reaction......s! Unleash your potential!"

"Klu Banding...... Being beaten into a pig's head, or slapping frequently, can you stimulate your potential?"

Of course, Song Liancheng didn't believe in the so-called "observing micro-expressions and adjusting coping strategies" and so on, but he saw that the sect master was just slapping his face.

Meaningless repetitive slaps in the face.

Don't blame him.

He couldn't see He Yingwu's tenth-order true horizon fully open, and he didn't understand what He Yingwu's brain had developed.

"Well......" He Yingwu muttered, "In my concept, the only way to make a person reborn is to smash him, and then reborn! For some people, you have to smash his pride, for some people, you have to smash your self-esteem, for some people, you have to smash your arrogance and conceit, maybe everyone is different!"

Song Liancheng frowned and said, "But the sect master used shame today to make Lin Zhiyun and Lu Banding incomplete!"

"Yes, for Lu Banding, they are still young, they can be reborn if they are broken, this is their chance, and it is also me...... The only chance. ”

"Shattered...... Rebirth?"

"Yes, it is very important to start a sect and learn to face setbacks. How can the little seedlings in the greenhouse hold up a piece of the world? If I carefully raise them and dare not let them suffer the slightest grievance, not to mention how big the gap in ability is, then I will open a sect and send people to look at him and be angry...... What can I do?"

Song Liancheng was slightly stunned: "I also agree with the setback training, what I'm worried about is that Lu Banding can't stand it and ...... it."

"Shhhhh

Song Liancheng immediately shut up and listened.

In the wind, there seemed to be a wail.

Listening to the voice, both of them were extremely sure that it was Lu Banding.

Glancing at each other, the two nodded and went out quietly.

The new sect is vast and sparsely populated, and each person has an independent stone house, which is a good benefit.

Sneaking up to the window of Lu Banding's stone house, they secretly looked in like thieves.

In the humble stone house, someone was hiding under a thick quilt, suppressing and wailing, if it weren't for He Yingwu and Song Liancheng's excellent hearing, it would be impossible to hear it.

Song Liancheng turned his head to look at He Yingwu, his mouth moved slightly, and his voice was extremely low: "I'm afraid I'm crushed." ”

He Yingwu smiled, and his mouth moved slightly: "If this can crush him, then he will get out of here as soon as possible! The pressure of starting a sect is much greater than today's setback!"

Song Liancheng was speechless for a while.

In fact, in his heart, he also knew very well that what He Yingwu said should be right, the only thing he didn't understand was that the sect master was too anxious!

is so eager that it seems that he can't wait to let Lu Banding and Lin Zhiyun be reborn overnight!

How could it be!

I can't eat hot beans in a hurry!

What he didn't know was that what He Yingwu was most afraid of was not having time.

......

The two of them didn't lie for long, and the crying was lowered, and Lu Banding suddenly lifted the quilt and got up, strode to the basin, and washed his face with ice water.

Hiss~~~

This guy should be gasping in pain.

Then he took off his clothes, went bare-chested, took out the Book of the Emperor, laid it on a stone shelf as high as his, turned the folded pages, and waved his hand to light a small ball of mist illumination.

After that, Lu Banding took a step back, and while reading the book, he virtually blocked with his left hand, and conjured a dagger with his right hand, stabbing with lightning!

After that, it's time to close the momentum, then block, and then stab!

Simple actions, over and over again.

If you tell it carefully, there seems to be an imaginary enemy in front of him, and his attack trajectory is the perfect path choice.

One is how to respond to things taught during the day.

It seems that Lu Banding is ruthless from the bottom of his heart, and he wants to practice a billion simple moves.

It's just that his face is swollen like a peach, and he can't see ruthlessness no matter what.

He also turned a page of the book from time to time, it seemed that most of his attention was on the book, just as he was saying, Lu Banding was trying to train the best attack path into the subconscious instinct of the body.

It's hard.

But it's very powerful when you practice it.

......

He Yingwu and Song Liancheng slipped away quietly.

"It's not crushed!" He Yingwu smiled.

"Nope. ”

"If they don't collapse, I estimate that they will make rapid progress, and in ten or so days at most, Elder Song will be able to try to beat the stuffy stick. ”

"Hmm...... Good!"

On the Shaking Light Peak, in the silence of the night, how many people are sleeping?

......

Before dawn, the training began again.

Basically, the training time of the crowd is divided into three main periods:

The first is the strategic discussion, study, and case study before noon, which is intended to cultivate a pattern of a true suzerain;

The second is the actual combat training throughout the afternoon, which is intended to improve the actual combat ability;

The third is the cultivation at night, which is intended to improve the realm of cultivating immortals.

He Yingwu always finds a bottom unlucky guy in the morning training, either kicks away or scolds away, and lets the guy at the bottom mine, and then rolls back after digging the normal output of twelve people a day.

In the actual combat time in the afternoon, He Yingwu was still fighting against Lu Banding, but the focus of teaching changed from "the best attack path" to "speed".

After a few slaps, He Yingwu asked a question that hit the soul: "Why can I slap you every time?"

"Because...... You're fast. Lu Banding said.

"Yes! Speed is key! When my speed is far more than your reaction, then I can choose almost any attack path, and you can't do anything about it. So, if you're slow, you're going to be beaten. ”

In the actual battle that followed, He Yingwu took root under his feet, and only dodged Lu Banding's attack in a small way.

"You're slow!"

Syllable~~~

"Slow!"

Syllable~~~

"Slow!"

Syllable~~~

"Slow!"

Syllable~~~

......

If Lu Banding's face is already a peach, then after this little half a day of training, it has become a broken peach.

None of his attacks satisfied He Yingwu.

......

Under the high pressure of this perversion, not to mention Lu Banding, the "evil" in everyone's heart has been released and stimulated. Unconsciously, a momentum called "Fierce Calendar" quietly grew in everyone's heart.

In He Yingwu's words: "If you want to build a sect, you must cultivate three points of evil qi in your chest! If you can't raise it, you can get out!"

......

In the days that followed, shaking the light and dividing the sect was like purgatory on earth.

By the thirtieth day of the lunar month, on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, He Yingwu and the twelve candidates all fought in a circle, focusing on training "attack path" and "speed".

Twelve people, with twelve swollen faces like cracked peaches, ate a pork dumpling.

In the fourth year of the Xuantian calendar, on the first day of the first lunar month, Song Liancheng began to play the role of his killer.