It's been days since Eisenberg was injured.

Morgana was not punished in any way.

Teacher Remur, who rushed to hear the news, and several other teachers, jointly understood the situation at that time, and pulled Morgana to the training room for review, and finally determined that this was indeed just a mistake, and the energy in Morgana's body had been filled and even began to overflow, and she needed to quickly master the method of controlling the energy of her body to avoid such an accident from happening again.

The boys who heard the news were indignant. Not only that, but I heard that several teachers in the school also joined forces to make an exercise plan for Morgana, and now she does not attend classes every afternoon and receives individual guidance from Teacher Weima. After the school notified the Wen family, the family also sent a master to come as fast as possible.

It's not fair!

All the victims were chanting these three words in their hearts, and even Learmey lost his demeanor and kept kicking the pebbles on the road with his feet to vent his anger.

Duchamp secretly ran to find Mr. Remel to find out the inside story.

Teacher Remur told him, "Morgana is about to break through." "What?!"

Duchamp suddenly felt that the world was bleak.

He stepped on the threshold of the eighth order with one foot, and after so many days, there was still no sign of a breakthrough. And this reckless woman, who set a fire, was about to break through before him, how unfair it was.

Wait, isn't this a great opportunity to find out how to break through?

Duchamp hurriedly and cautiously probed.

"Morgana is so young, has she already comprehended that mood?"

Teacher Remur shook her head.

"Her situation is special, and she didn't break through by her understanding and artistic conception."

"Is there any other way to break through in this world?" Duchamp was taken aback.

For a long time, he has been taught that after breaking through the fifth order, he guided Yaoli into the body, gradually making the body stronger and more flexible, coupled with the integration of martial arts, gradually mastering the essence of martial arts, and combined with his own physical condition, he created the most suitable stunt for himself, so as to comprehend the realm of martial arts perfection, so as to break through the eighth order.

To this end, Duchamp has been working hard, and constantly comprehending the two skills that impressed him, trying to combine his own characteristics to create his own skills.

And now, another method of breakthrough has suddenly appeared.

Teacher Remur seemed to see through his doubts, and asked seriously:

"The human body is like a container, and there is a limit to the power it can hold. The cultivation of a martial artist is to constantly break through this upper limit and make his body able to accommodate more power. Do you understand that? ”

Duchamp, who increased the upper limit of his strength by **, of course understood, and he nodded vigorously.

"But what is that power, you know?"

Duchamp shook his head.

"This power is Yaoli. A person like Morgana, who has a Yaoli affinity physique, will continue to attract Yaoli to store in his body as he cultivates. If in the legendary age of magic, she is the best magician. But at the beginning of this civilization, people had lost the key to magic. In the long development of human beings, they have gradually discovered ways to pull Yaoli to enhance themselves, so as to make martial artists truly powerful, which is the basic training technique that every martial artist will do today. But the difference is that ordinary people have to constantly sense the power of the light and strive to break through to the fifth order before they can begin to master this ability. And for Morgana, it's almost innate. ”

Speaking of this, even Teacher Remur's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of jealousy.

"Her family recognized her talent early on and created the best conditions for her. Now Morgana is only 18 years old, and the dazzling power accumulated in her body is enough to break through the eighth order or even higher realm. But her realm accumulation is not enough, the only way to do this is to let experienced people help her and let her enter the eighth order as soon as possible. ”

Eighth Order or even higher! Duchamp wanted to cry without tears, and he asked without giving up: "What is the key point for the transformation of power into power?" ”

Teacher Remur smiled slightly.

"It's a key, a key that fits her situation well, and can combine her body and Yaoli. This is what we call a stunt or secret method. ”

Duchamp said unconvinced: "But I heard that if you don't master martial arts enough, you can't create a unique skill that completely suits you." Morgana doesn't usually see much talent in martial arts. ”

Teacher Remur shook her head. "That's the path that a warrior without a heritage has to take. Martial artists with a lineage, their masters will choose the most suitable stunts for them and teach them to them. And a nobleman with a long history like Morgana has studied his bloodline talent for dozens of generations, and this kind of secret technique that has been accumulated through the cultivation of countless predecessors is a shortcut to the road to the strong for future generations. ”

Duchamp suddenly realized. I was a little surprised, but I wasn't disappointed.

It is good to have a family blood connection, but this is of no use to Duchamp at all.

Dan had foreseen his bottleneck and had admonished him:

"Stellory, your physical fitness is very good, but because of this, I don't have a special skill that can really match you to teach you, everything can only be understood and created by yourself. Fortunately, you have a solid foundation in martial arts, and relying on them, you can definitely create martial arts that carry your will and are most suitable for yourself. One day, when you can exert your power without hindrance, that is the sign that you have entered the Eighth Order. ”

Duchamp reminisced about Dan's teachings as he walked towards the back mountain.

Walking to a place where no one was, he stretched out his hand, and a small whirlwind gradually formed in the palm of his hand, which spun for a few seconds before disappearing.

Yaoli is affinity, he also has it, cast spells with his bare hands, he can do it too, and it is stronger than Morgana, he can also control it.

As long as he added a little mental power to his power, he would be able to control this magic that had been detached from his body.

After a while, he put away the whirlwind technique and condensed a small fireball, letting it burn slowly in the palm of his hand. The flame of the small fireball is small, about the same as a burning candle. After more than two minutes, the energy of this small fireball ran out and extinguished on its own.

Duchamp wistfully withdrew his gaze from the palm of his hand.

It was his ability, and the glowing power reaction circuits of these spell skills had been deeply understood and engraved in the depths of his mind, in the place he called "The River of Realms". Although he only had these rudimentary spells now, in the future, if he could crack and successfully simulate the other guiding magic Flare Reaction Circuits in his mind, they would also be recorded in that river and he would be able to manipulate them with ease.

Ever since that miraculous inward view, Duchamp had never succeeded in probing the river, which had been hidden deep in the deepest recesses of his mind. His spiritual world was now like a vast and boundless desert, still covered with clouds and mist, somewhat monotonous.

However, Duchamp no longer wanted to build any labyrinth at the spiritual entrance. This unmarked world is the best labyrinth. If someone can really probe the most critical part, then they will be able to withstand all of Duchamp's mental power.

Once again, he tried his best to recall the two stunts he had seen in that river, performed by two strong men, and tried to transform them into his own.

On the hill, time passed like a white cloud and a dog, and in a blink of an eye it was dark, and Duchamp missed supper, but still found nothing.

He walked down the mountain hungrily, laughing at himself: "My stomach is empty, what kind of stunt are you practicing?" Suddenly, he froze for a moment, as if remembering something important.

What does Dan say?