The next morning, when Duchamp walked up the hill, he was surprised to find that Eisenberg was already waiting there.

Looks like he's serious!

Duchamp walked over, chatted with Eisenberg for a few words, and when Goode came, he hurried to throw Eisenberg to Goode.

Anyway, Goode is used to being a novice in education.

He unhurriedly pointed out Eisenberg's basic skills, using the same set of standards as the road.

Duchamp smiled slightly, drew his knife, and walked towards the hill.

Lately, he's been a little bit of a realize.

Last year, in the middle of summer, he had that magical dream, and then broke through from level forty-nine to level 50, and this year, he was stuck on the threshold of level 79.

The Weimar teacher in the school had taught him the know-how of the Eighth Order many times. In addition, Dan also explained to him carefully. The words of the masters can be summed up in one sentence: before the eighth order and after the eighth order are completely different two heavens, and only by truly mastering the use of the power of Qiyao can you break through to the eighth order.

Dushang had also seen the combat power of those masters who had broken through the eighth order, and they could draw Yaoli to bless their martial arts, so they were extremely powerful. This is also the reason why today, when the first has become more and more popular, masters still regard cold weapons as their preferred weapons.

To put it in layman's terms, it adds magic damage to physical attacks, and it can also intimidate boss-level monsters. For earthlings, this is no longer a phenomenon that science can explain.

When the river in Duchamp's mind was formed, Duchamp had already discovered that he seemed to know a lot of things, but he had not practiced it very carefully, and he knew the moves, but he couldn't comprehend the artistic conception in the moves.

The morning glow dyed the mountains golden yellow, this time was Duchamp's favorite time, he could feel the awakening of everything in the mountains, those drooping grass, trying to spread the leaves to the east, waiting for the arrival of the sun. A few small demonic beasts underground, holding the stored food, began to eat for the first time of the day.

It was only part of what he felt, the sun was trying to rise, the air was warming up little by little, Duchamp closed his eyes, feeling the first rays of sunlight covering his body, and the rising energy.

He had recently become obsessed with sunbathing in the morning, and the alternation of day and night made him feel the change in strength. However, this is only the most primitive state of energy, and true comprehension requires an understanding of the principles of skill. And for the soul of an earthling, this is precisely the lock that imprisons him the most.

"What is Breaking Defense? Did his defense really get lowered, or did I find a flaw in his defense? ”

"What is the principle of instantaneous step? Is it the folding of space, or is it the instantaneous explosion of human potential? ”

Duchamp thought back to his mind over and over again what he had done many times, thinking about the answers to his questions.

His soul stubbornly felt that "this is not scientific".

"However, the presence of the super-iron element, the force that manipulates magic in mechanical circuits, is enough to show that this is not a purely rational plane." His soul was trying to convince himself to accept the rules here.

"I can teleport myself, but I don't believe in the principle of spatial folding, it's crazy!"

Duchamp covered his face and squatted weakly in the morning sun.

If the soul cannot adapt to the rules of this plane, how can he drive the forces of this world according to this rule.

Xu shouldn't be so ambitious, and should start with the most basic skills.

Duchamp sent a 'breath of life' to himself, feeling Yaoli's repair of the body. But because his body was not damaged, his understanding was not effective.

He wanted to self-harm twice to conduct research.

"Styry, it's time to go back and get ready." Eisenberg, sweating profusely, came to him and disrupted his crazy thoughts.

"Huh!" Duchamp woke up from a dream.

On this day, including the performance time, Duchamp had been a little absent-minded, his perfect body, on this day, felt the strongest field of the year, as if he had inhaled too much oxygen, and his mind was also affected and became extremely active.

The breath of life is embodied in healing, or the ability to shape. Accelerates healing and is a simulated resilience. What is the principle of the Illusion Blessing? Is it a concretization of the energy consumed? How does purification achieve the healing of toxins and the expulsion of negative states, does it transform these energies that do not belong to the body, or does it completely exclude them from the body?

Does therapy replenish the body's lost energy, or does it repair? How is it different from the breath of life? In the force field where the five yaos coexist, how can people correctly extract the yaoli they need?

Gradually, his spirit drifted far away, and the questions he thought about became more high-end.

Whether time travel is in the right order or reverse order of time and space, whether the essence of human beings is the pursuit of freedom or order, whether emptiness refers to the sky or space, whether the goddess of emptiness is a goddess who has mastered the power of space, or a goddess who lives in the sky, and a series of questions that are basically unthinkable in ordinary times, continue to erupt in my mind.

In the midst of his confusion of thoughts, the passage of time, which he was completely unaware of, came once again in the middle of summer.

"Yo Xi, Sweetwater-kun!" The Floating Monarch and Spore Monarch on both sides were greeting him warmly.

When did I get such a nickname, Duchamp thought to himself.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to correct the two of them and give himself a well-known name, but in retrospect, he felt that it seemed that it was not time to say his name.

He greeted the two of them, and looked at his little planet, where the spore plants and plankton he had obtained last year seemed to have grown a small patch, and under the big coconut tree, another sapling had emerged, but it had not yet grown leaves.

He showed this scene to his two neighbors, and the spore was smug: "That's, and I don't look at who gave the seed of life, the growth rate is first-class." ”

Fuyou-kun corrected: "The main thing is that the nutrients of Sweet Water-kun's water are better. ”

Now that it was time for boredom, Duchamp decided to chat with the two of them and learn about this peculiar space by the way.

"Plankton-kun, Spore-kun, what do you do on weekdays? I'm talking about not waiting for gifts. ”

Spore Jun said depressedly, "What else can I do besides sleeping and occasionally checking the reproduction of spores." ”

Duchamp turned his head and asked, "What about the floating king?" ”

"I've just invented a way to play time, divide plankton into different areas and queues, and then have them compete in growth progress. Or maybe you want to design some new queue shapes, like this. Plankton-kun said with gusto, showing off the various circular, pentagram-shaped, or irregularly shaped planktonic flora on his planet.

Duchamp pondered the amount of information contained in these words, and asked cautiously: "Then do you go out occasionally?" ”

"Get out!" The two friends glanced at him and smiled.

The plankton shook the various tattoos on his body, arranged them in an S shape, and said, "The little guy who was born for a few days wanted to go out." ”

Spore Jun said seriously: "How can the birth of a living planet be so easy, in this cradle with the blessing of the goddess and no danger, absorbing the nutrients that continue to erupt in the nebula, it will take at least hundreds of millions of years to stay and have the ability to be independent, so that it is qualified to go to the primary realm outside the cradle, if it can pass the dangerous period of the primary realm, it is possible to enter the main plane and become a real civilized planet." Among them, it may be a long time of billions of years. ”

The two friends each stretched out a hand and stroked the bald head of the little planet, comforting its fantasy and ignorance.

Spore Jun pointed to the four dazzling planets at the top of the stars and said, "The four of them have evolved to the top of the cradle, and they may be put into the outer realm in the near future. ”

Duchamp looked at the dazzling four giant planets at the top of the space, and his heart was full of envy.

Suddenly, a flute sound came from far and near, which made people feel refreshed when they heard it, and the strange plants on the bodies of many little stars began to grow at an obvious rate.

"Here comes the shepherdess, here comes the shepherdess!" Countless stars cheered and danced in unison.