This is the plan that He Xie came up with for Nezha to crack the magic pill, because he had the experience of refining the fruit position into the Yuan Spirit and then successfully stripping it, He Xie felt that this method was very feasible.

As for the two years, can Nezha cultivate the martial arts spirit?

He Xie didn't think it was a big problem.

Unlike his rise from the end of the micro, a hundred years like a day to the current realm, Nezha was born not a physical mortal, this child's cultivation speed will be very fast, as fast as playing.

The martial god recipe summed up by He Xie Xin has taken the path of unity of spirit and spirit from the beginning, and the threshold is very high, but Nezha's qualifications are not a problem.

He asked Nezha to sharpen a wooden gun by himself and passed him on his ninety-nine-eighty-one style marksmanship.

There are seventy-two variations of each style of this set of marksmanship, and each variation contains seventy-seven forty-nine different techniques, which can be said to be extremely complex.

Even if this set of marksmanship is given to Qiao Feng and Duan Yu, or even the likes of Wuyazi sweeping monks, they will definitely not be able to learn it, because the martial arts contained in it are too complicated.

But Nezha is different, this bear child is a natural god, and his understanding is outrageous, He Xie taught him according to his aptitude, and took out this set of marksmanship, just to let Nezha quickly get started and understand what martial arts are.

He practiced it three times, and then dismantled the marksmanship mantra sentence by sentence and crumpled it and explained it to Nezha.

Nezha did not disappoint He Xie either, and it only took seven days to practice this set of marksmanship in a decent way, and he had a bit of charm.

And this set of marksmanship is not simply just a move, its transportation method, action essentials, including breathing and heartbeat, all imply martial arts, it can be said that there is no problem in learning this set of marksmanship and achieving the realm of grandmasters.

The increase of qi, blood, and true qi, and the unity of essence and spirit, also stimulated the magic pill in Nezha's body, giving the magic pill a sign that it was ready to move.

He Xie said before that the demon pill will affect and even control Nezha's mind, and it is not simply to deceive children, but it is true, but the two are actually you have me, I have you, it is not as simple as who influences whom and who controls whom.

In the next period of time, Nezha's progress slowed down, eighty-one moves, and he used more than thirty variations in each move, and there was no more than an inch of progress here, and the rapid growth of qi and blood was also suspended.

He Xie saw Nezha's problem, which was a step for the demon pill to intensify his integration with Nezha as Nezha's strength improved.

Syllable!

In the martial arts arena, Nezha stabbed out with a shot, and the wooden gun exploded suddenly.

This is already the seventeenth wooden gun damaged today.

"What a broken gun!" Nezha was so angry that he scolded, "It explodes at every turn, how can you practice this?" ”

He Xie, who was lying on the recliner and silently comprehending the method of Tianzun, raised his eyelids, but did not speak.

According to the practice of the past few days, Nezha should complain while going to the side to get a new wooden gun and continue to cultivate.

But today Nezha seemed to be too angry, scolding and scolding for a long time, and finally simply sat on the ground, snoring and panting, and his eyes were like copper bells.

He Xie frowned, and finally said lightly: "Continue to practice." ”

When Nezha heard this, he immediately complained: "Master, can you not let me use a better gun?" This wooden gun broke with a little force, how can I practice this? ”

He Xie didn't speak, pointed to a row of wooden guns on the sidelines, and motioned for Nezha to continue.

Nezha didn't see it, and then complained: "I feel like I've practiced this marksmanship, where are there so many changes in what Master said?" I feel like I've practiced my best. ”

"Stop talking nonsense and keep practicing!" He is impatient.

"Master, you're too arbitrary, aren't you?" Nezha's voice raised suddenly, "Even if I'm an apprentice, my opinion is also important, okay?" You can't just ignore my explanations, can you? I said that wooden guns are not good, and I have practiced marksmanship at home! Either you teach me something else, or you let me be a teacher! ”

He Xie raised his eyelids, stood up, sighed and said, "Are you serious?" ”

Nezha said stupidly: "I'm not a child who doesn't understand anything!" Do you think I'm kidding? ”

He Xie said slowly: "Nezha, it seems that I haven't beaten you for more than ten days." ”

"......" Nezha's expression froze suddenly.

The next second, he turned and ran.

But halfway through the run, there was an extra fist in front of him that was getting bigger and bigger.

Nezha was terrified and screamed in horror: "Master, I ......"

Rumble!

His whole being was embedded in the ground.

Before he could react, the next moment he felt that his feet and necks were lifted, and then his whole body was swept into the air and smashed to the ground.

"Oooooooooooo Nezha let out a terrible scream.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

He Xie grabbed Nezha's body like a sack, and smashed Nezha to the ground more than a dozen times, smashing Nezha's meat and vegetables, and the whole person was completely stunned, and he didn't even realize when He Xie stopped.

It wasn't until he felt that his buttocks suddenly felt cold that he realized that he was lying on the ground at some point and had his pants ripped off.

Nezha instantly became clever, covered his ass with a "whoop", turned over a salted fish suddenly, and shouted in horror and anxiety: "It's me!" It's me! Nezha! Master, it's not a magic pill, it's not a magic pill! ”

At this time, He Xie had already raised the Nine Crow Swords high, and when he heard the words, he stopped, and asked suspiciously, "Are you Nezha?" ”

"It's me, I'm Nezha, Master, I'm not a magic pill, I'm really not a magic pill, I swear!" Nezha was about to cry, and his ass bloomed again.

"No, you're so bold that you dare to talk back to me." He Xie looked like you don't lie to me, "My good son Nezha, where are you so bold?" Demon, you are the magic pill, and you still want to lie to me! Come on! ”

In the end, He Xie was full of expression, and he was about to fight as soon as he yelled.

Nezha was almost scared to pee.

Wailing on the ground, his hands and feet and running away: "Master! Listen to me! I'm really Nezha! I'm recovered, I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy! If I lie to you, I'll die first! ”

Not far away, Li Jing, who was quietly peeking at this side, suddenly turned black when he heard this.

This bear kid is really underwhelmed!

He Xie looked shocked: "You can say such vicious words!" It seems that you really are Nezha. ”

"I really am, I really am!" Nezha cried with joy, "It's great that you can believe me, Master!" ”

He Xie put away his sword, coughed lightly, and beckoned to Nezha with a pleasant face: "Come, come here." ”

Nezha hesitated a little: "Master, you won't beat me again, will you?" ”

"This kid, Master has always cared for you, how could he beat you?" He Xie's face was full of kindness, "I just taught the Demon Pill a lesson, come here, you have encountered some problems in your cultivation, and the teacher will solve your doubts." ”

Nezha moved over slowly, and slandered in his heart: "Dead bald, don't think that the master will believe you, you are clearly looking for an excuse to beat me!"

Thinking of this, Nezha was sad from his chest, what kind of sin did the master create, and he had such a master?

Isn't it just a violent maniac?

Beast, the master is only one year old.

"Nezha, are you secretly scolding me in your heart?" He Xie looked at Nezha with suspicion on his face.

Nezha suddenly became clever, and squeezed out a smile that was so innocent and innocent: "How come?" Haha, Master, I respect you the most, and in my heart, my father is far worse than you! ”

Poof.

Li Jing in the corner of the wall covered his chest and couldn't breathe.