The so-called sword skills, the first heavy sword move sword intent, generally speaking, sword moves need to be learned from a young age, just as Zhou Hao practiced the basic skills under Jiang Fuzi when he was young, only heavy moves, with strength against the enemy, walking between life and death, and feeling the sword intent in danger. This kind of relying on the will of the body, taking the blood as the courage, and understanding the true meaning of the sword, can the real sword be practiced.

At first, it may be just out of anger and unintentionality, but after venting, it brings joy, strong power can lead to disorientation, and habits can easily make people lazy, not trying new ways, and eventually only stalemate in the established thinking.

Purely with physical strength and blood to fight, undoubtedly made Zhou Hao realize his own shortcomings, monks fighting, although the means are strange, but in the end, it is still necessary to rely on their own heritage, spells were originally Zhou Hao's best, but also the sharpest attack, when the cultivation realm is still low, it can indeed be used as a means.

However, fighting with demon beasts, just like facing a monk with a defensive shield, the power of the spell is greatly weakened, because a monk of the same level, even if you have a strong foundation, no matter how pure your spiritual power is, and how meticulous your control over the spell is, the lethality generated by it itself has long been limited, and even if it seems to be an easy victory, the spiritual power consumed is actually extremely huge, and more importantly, after falling into a bitter battle, this consumption is extremely deadly.

The Lord of the Rising Sun Peak took his apprentices to the extreme exploitation of the Shenqi Daoists, but he did not mention the candidates for the Daoist at all, and only returned to his own cave after being satisfied.

"Boy, your affairs have been done for the teacher, and now it's time for you to teach you the means, and all your original rubbish exercises must be abandoned. "

The taciturn young man beside him seemed to be very wooden, and only after a while did he reply: "The master has an order, and the disciple naturally obeys it, but I don't know how the disciple wants to cultivate." "

"Hmph! Your body, what kind of spells you cultivate, it's a complete waste. As he spoke, he threw him a book sewn from the leather of a thick monster beast.

"This animal skin scroll is an accident for the teacher, it took a lot of effort to deduce, and found that its power is incomparable when it is refined, and it can even surpass the limit, it is a rare top scripture, but because the time for cultivation has already passed, but it can only be regretted, and now you are fortunate to be a good disciple of the inheritance, so the teacher hopes that you can practice this method. "

The young monk did not doubt him, took the book and read it carefully, and after a full day, he closed and looked at less than a third of the animal skin books, and his originally loyal and simple face added a little sadness, but he still did not seek an explanation from the Lord of the Rising Sun Peak.

"What? You're not going to ask anything, or do you want to solve the mystery with your own superficial Taoism?" The Lord of the Rising Sun Peak was obviously confident, but he was helpless about the young monk's dull head, as if he would never have curiosity about new things.

The young monk replied respectfully: "Master, the disciple doesn't understand, so he naturally wants to ask the master for advice, but if you can work your own, wouldn't you understand more profoundly?

"You ......" The Lord of the Rising Sun Peak was quite annoyed, this young monk seemed to be loyal and honest, but his mind seemed to be extremely meticulous, under the appearance of few words, he seemed to be very agile, although his comprehension was almost good, and the spiritual root qualification was far from that of a genius, but his heart was particularly calm, and he was even more decisive and capable.

Thinking that when he met him, he was also seriously injured, but the young monk was fighting with others, looking at the slightest chance of winning, and was always in a moment of crisis. Although his cultivation is inferior to that of the other party, he even supports the fight with a bloody and brave spirit that is not afraid of death.

But in that situation, both of them are always wandering between life and death, and they have just escaped the catastrophe, and they happen to bump into the life-saving elixir they are about to obtain, and they have almost no power to resist, but the other one immediately has a malicious intention to kill, wanting to seize the life-saving things around him.

The young monk resolutely used his own strength to save him at the same time, paid a heavy price, almost crippled his injuries, took advantage of the monk's momentary negligence, killed the other party, and then delayed time to help himself through the most critical moment, this is the root of his insistence on accepting him as a disciple, but he has never been able to treat him sincerely.

The Lord of the Rising Sun Peak thought about the past, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said kindly: "Cough, boy, you don't care what you think about the teacher, from today onwards, you will start cultivating from the first volume, if you don't understand, you can ask the teacher at any time." "

After saying no more, the young monk nodded, still silent, in fact, the exercises contained in the beast skin scroll were indeed extraordinary, but they were just in line with his physical condition, and more importantly, this method seemed to require a lot of demon beast blood and a lot of spirit grass ore as auxiliaries, but the young monk didn't know anything about it.

The Lord of the Rising Sun Peak didn't care about the other party, but there was no lack of elegance but no lack of roughness in the Shangpin Cave Mansion, a huge bronze tripod about nine feet high stood in the courtyard, but at this time it was used as a cauldron to boil the decoction, so in front of the young monks, Yu Langhua, ten thousand withered grass, nine threads wrapped in Siteng, and many more kinds of spiritual plants that looked like they were not good medicinal materials, and they were thrown into the Dading in batches and times.

The young monk is as calm as water on the surface, but his heart has already set off turbulent waves, this ancestor has an extremely strange temperament, and he can't use common sense to distinguish between good and evil, the reason why he risked his life in the first place was not actually to rescue or help the other party, presumably the other party is also like a mirror.

Just to protect himself and kill a strong enemy, but in the end the enemy died, and he and the other party survived, but then, he had no choice but to find that he couldn't find his way home, and even where he was was in doubt.

Half-coerced and half-plundered by the ancestor of the infant to bring this place, saying that he wanted to give himself a great opportunity, but all kinds of signs show that the other party's mind is really difficult to guess, and he accidentally found that the former brothers were on the same side, and he was thoughtful, but he did not dare to recognize his brother, so he could only worship under the ancestor of the ancestor first, in order to make it happen.

However, in that animal skin book, there is an extremely cruel body training technique, if you say it before, I am afraid that it is still difficult to understand, but since he encountered an adventure that I still understand, the exercises described in this animal skin scroll have not made him illiterate.

At least in the early part of the moment, he saw it clearly, and coincidentally, this technique complemented his own chance and adventure, and it was quite a miraculous fit. Therefore, even if the other party really boiled the medicine of the tiger and wolf, although he was nervous, he was never afraid.

Bursts of bubbles with a pungent fishy and spicy smell were constantly churning under the purple flames of the hundred-year-old sparrow fir tree, and the Lord of the Rising Sun Peak looked solemn, and continued to add elixirs to it, and from time to time also sprinkled all kinds of ores crushed into fine foam into the Great Ding.