No one thought that Tang Ling's breakthrough would be so special.

Not only was he forcibly suspended in the breakthrough, but he also met Tang Feng, who had been dead for many years, in the world of visualization.

Maybe this is not the real Tang style.... But who wouldn't find it wonderful to see each other and even preach and receive karma? What about some other unspeakable sighs?

However, whether it is Tang Ling or Tang Feng, they don't seem to care about this, you can say that Tang Feng's spiritual power may be 'premeditated for a long time', knowing that sooner or later, one day, he will meet Tang Ling's self-will, under suitable conditions, in the world of visualization.

But why is Tang Ling still so indifferent? The reasons can be complex to analyze. But at this moment, it is because he has been completely immersed in Tang Feng's teaching, this method of self-will tempering is too magical, just based on Tang Feng's explanation alone, Tang Ling has been able to fully appreciate the beauty of this method, and the role it can play in the battle in the future, although it cannot be directly turned into the most intuitive combat effectiveness, but...

However, if this self-will can be tempered to a high realm, such as the 'Diamond Realm', then in this world, the Purple Moon Warriors regard it as a terrifying, even the most difficult opponent, the Spirit Leaper, will be crushed when fighting Tang Ling.

And this method has a more mysterious effect, but it is not something that Tang Ling can understand now, and Tang Feng has no intention of saying it, and it is better to experience some things by himself.

The process of teaching and learning cannot feel the passage of time, and there is no way to accurately measure the flow of time in the visualized world, whether it is long or short, fast or slow, is related to the fluctuation of the spiritual power in the visualized world, and what is the correlation is that people in this era cannot yet understand.

**

The vibrant early spring has passed in a blink of an eye.

In the spring time, the vitality of a winter has been released vividly. On the hill outside the hut, the mountain flowers are bright and the grass is green.

Under the mountain, it has entered the early winter, the dense rain is drenched, the plants have not yet withered, and although the greenery has not faded, there is also a sense of bleak and scattered.

"If it was a pre-civilization, this should be a small southern city?" The other side closed the book in his hand and looked at the world below the mountain and muttered to himself.

Tang Ling is still breaking through, it has been more than 20 days in the blink of an eye, and it has taken almost a month, is it still within the normal range?

There are no guardians here, and there are no experienced polymaths, so there is no way for the other side to get an answer.

Although he had already strengthened his mood, Tang Ling's energy fluctuations had also disappeared about ten days ago, which really made the other side very worried.

Even if he knew that he shouldn't disturb Tang Ling, the other side couldn't help but want to push open the door and take a look at Tang Ling's state.

It was also because of this decision that the other side discovered a magical thing, that is, the egg, the egg guarding Tang Ling's door, could actually express some self-consciousness to communicate with the other side in the simplest way.

When the other side stood in front of the door, ready to push the door open, it was the egg that sent out a wave of eagerness to stop the other side.

Although this expression cannot be prevented from being clear, the emotion is conveyed very clearly, as if one person's mood is completely copied to another person.

Smart as the other side in an instant to 'read' the meaning of the egg, don't go in, you must not!

In addition, this egg is afraid that the other side does not know that this strong will is expressed by it, and when expressing this will, this egg is still rolling around at the feet of the other side, looking a little funny.

As for the origin of the egg, the other side is of course clear.

A reborn super-rank fierce beast, from the moment it turned around, it was supported by the resources of the top rank, and the blood provided by Tang Ling to shape it, it must be a very magical little thing.

Therefore, after receiving this information, the other side did not hesitate and dispelled his thoughts.

However, this egg Wu was not at ease, and he didn't know what method was used, so that the other side suddenly felt an unusually strong vitality coming from the room where Tang Ling had broken through.

This kind of intensity is not like a fire, but like a plant that has accumulated a winter's vitality, it is so continuous and heavy, accompanied by Tang Ling's 'dong dong' sound of a strong heartbeat like a drum, and it is still becoming stronger little by little.

Tang Ling's heartbeat...

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she was very familiar with everything about Tang Ling, so familiar that even the sound of her heartbeat could tell that it was Tang Ling's.

Hearing this voice, the other side suddenly felt at ease.

"Wonder little egg, it's really interesting, you are here to guard him." Squatting down, the other side patted the egg, for some reason the other side was already sure at this moment, this egg would hatch, and the time for it to hatch should be after Tang Ling broke through...

What kind of little guy will appear? The other side suddenly had some anticipation.

However, in the face of the overtures of the big beauty, this egg seemed to be a little impatient, and once again transmitted a trace of emotion to the other side.

The general meaning of this emotion is also very clear, that is, 'don't bother us'.

"Hehe, that's interesting." The other side was not angry at all, and even very happy, I don't know why this little egg's temperament inexplicably reminded her of the stubborn and slightly awkward appearance of Tang Ling when she was a child, and suddenly she loved this little egg a little more.

After leaving, the other side is no longer worried, but it is inevitable that the mountain years alone will be a little lonely.

However, the other side doesn't care about loneliness, and the dark years that wanted to be annihilated but couldn't disappear in memory made the other side have long been accustomed to loneliness.

Regular life, immersed in reading, occasionally talking to himself, the years of staying by Tang Ling's side like this are also very beautiful.

**

"Do you remember them all?" At this moment, all of Tang Feng's teachings to Tang Ling had ended.

In addition to all the content of the skill of self-will tempering itself, Tang Feng also explained all the key points of this skill, as well as experience and perception, to Tang Ling without reservation.

In the face of Tang Feng's inquiry, Tang Ling did not react in the slightest, and his eyes still looked in a state of distraction.

Seeing this, Tang Feng didn't urge anything, just looked at Tang Ling quietly with a warm and soft look, he lit a cigarette, and a windswept grassland appeared around him, and then a sky with a warm glow of dusk appeared above his head...

As the smoke of cigarette smoke rose, there seemed to be an intermittent sound of someone humming in the distance, which should be an ancient and vicissitudes of a pre-civilization.

"That's good." Tang Feng squinted comfortably, touched his stubble chin, and looked at Tang Ling who was sitting on the boulder opposite him.

He hesitated for a moment, got up with a cigarette in his mouth, hesitated again, and stretched out his hand towards the top of Tang Ling's head, as if he wanted to touch Tang Ling's head.

"What for?" At this time, Tang Ling's eyes returned to clarity, looking at Tang Feng's strange movements, and asked defensively.

Tang Feng's previous gentle eyes had disappeared in this instant, replaced by cynicism in a normal state, with a hint of impenetrable profundity.

"I'm going to beat you up." Tang Feng replied to Tang Ling like this, his hand was still raised in the air, but he didn't know why, it looked like there was an inexplicable embarrassment.

"Why?" Tang Ling didn't notice anything at all, he just felt inexplicable.

"Because I asked you a question and you didn't respond. If you're facing an enemy, how many times do you think you're going to die? As he spoke, Tang Feng's hand in the air suddenly clenched into a fist and struck towards Tang Ling's head.

"It's useless." At this moment, Tang Ling immediately reacted, the will that he had just learned, and had already undergone several attempts of self-tempering, immediately condensed his spiritual power and formed a protection.

'Bang', Tang Feng deliberately added an exaggerated dubbing, and his fist slammed heavily on Tang Ling's head.

But this time, Tang Ling's body didn't feel like his head was being knocked out, and he really defended against Tang Feng's attack.

After all, he was still a young man, feeling this, Tang Ling couldn't help but smile in surprise, but thinking that he was facing Tang Feng, Tang Ling's surprised smile immediately retracted again, he pretended to be very indifferent and stood up, facing Tang Feng: "I said it's useless, teach me this skill, do you regret it?" ”

The provocation, the naked provocation, broke out all the dissatisfaction of Tang Ling just now.

Tang Feng didn't care at all, but a familiar smile appeared on his face again: "It's good, haven't you learned?" So now...."

Tang Feng dragged out the last note, looked at Tang Ling with deep meaning, and then said word by word: "Give you a certain amount of time, according to the speed of time in this world, it will be about a day, and you can start tempering your self-will." After that, you have to challenge me, what is the benefit of winning, you know. But if you lose .... You can also imagine the consequences, right? ”

Speaking of the last sentence, Tang Feng's smile looked particularly scoundrel, Tang Ling's face changed suddenly, remembering the previous big butt, playing XX, it was simply angry and desperate.

Before Tang Ling could speak, Tang Feng continued: "Besides, you remember, what I taught you is not a skill. It is a top-level mastery from the realm of dreams, and under normal circumstances, only top-level elites can access it - "King Kong is like a mountain". ”

"The meaning of this name is to temper the will of the self to the hardness of King Kong, and the artistic conception of natural immobility like a mountain."

Tang Ling listened very carefully, but the person pretended to be careless and looked around.

The sky is at dusk, the grassland is blown by the wind, and the ancient tunes that seem to be empty are soaked in the vicissitudes of life, and they come intermittently....

Is this the imaginary world that Tang Feng conjured up? Is there anything special?

Tang Ling's heart was filled with an indescribable wonderful feeling, but he was muttering: "Why are you doing these fancy things in my visualization world." ”

Faced with Tang Ling's words, Tang Feng was slightly stunned, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, they became: "If you have the ability, you can change it, remember, the time of the day." This is especially kind to you, you must know that the best Jingyue, in just half a day, can temper the self-will into wood rhyme, and may even be the hardest hardwood..."

"And your father and I, it only took two hours to enter Mu Yun, you..."

"I see, I'm no worse than you. After a day, you wait, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch this trace of spiritual power. Tang Ling raised his chin proudly, his eyes full of fierce battle intent.

It's so arrogant and high-spirited.

In fact, Tang Ling would not be so flamboyant, but in front of Tang Feng, he couldn't help but have some emotions that he didn't know.

Perhaps, I don't want Tang Feng to look down, or perhaps, I want Tang Feng to be proud of himself.

Of course, Tang Ling would not admit these emotions.

Just like Tang Feng would not admit that even the top Jingyue person, it would take at least five days to reach the wood rhyme by cultivating this "King Kong Rushan Yi", as for Tang Feng himself, it took a day and a half to reach the wood rhyme.

As a father, shouldn't you have greater expectations for your son? This expectation is not blind, but is based on his belief in Tang Ling.

After all, this wisp of spiritual power pinned on Xiao Chong has been with Tang Ling for twelve years, although he can't perceive everything about Tang Ling, but at a critical time...

At this time, Tang Ling had already begun to enter the tempering of his own will without even a second of waste, and his transfiguration figure had disappeared.

Tang Feng smiled, sat alone on the big rock, and whispered to himself: "I'm looking forward to it, son." ”

**

The day passed.

The grassland conjured up by Tang Feng seems to be stagnant in eternity, no matter how time passes, it has always been dusk in the wind, and even the thin clouds hanging in the sky have not changed at all.

But even so, Tang Feng seems to be able to accurately perceive the passage of time every second, which is not surprising, knowing that he is the first to possess the unique ability of precision instinct.

"Tang Ling, it's time." Still sitting on the boulder, Tang Feng looked a little hanging, and when the time passed exactly 24 hours, Tang Feng suddenly shouted.

People with precise instincts are born to be extra punctual, and with Tang Feng's shout, Tang Ling's figure has appeared in this grassland.

Looking at Tang Feng, what did Tang Ling want to say?

But he didn't want Tang Feng to stand up from the boulder the moment Tang Ling appeared.

The next moment, in the originally quiet and peaceful twilight sky, a sledgehammer suddenly appeared, hammering down towards Tang Ling, without giving Tang Ling any time to react at all.

In the face of such a sudden move, Tang Ling was unexpectedly indifferent, as if he had expected Tang Feng to do this.

Because he would do the same, isn't that what fighting is all about? It is extremely important to seize the most suitable opportunity.

Therefore, the moment the sledgehammer fell, a rock-like wall was already blocking Tang Ling's top.

'Boom', the sledgehammer landed on the stone wall.

It was only a brief collision, and in an instant, the stone wall cracked everywhere, and then shattered. But at the same time, the sledgehammer conjured up by Tang Feng was also shattered.

The splatters of debris swept away, and then disappeared into the air inexplicably.

There was a smile on Tang Feng's face, but with this smile, another hammer appeared above.

This time, the sledgehammer is one size smaller than the previous sledgehammer, but those who have a little understanding of spiritual power, or who have feelings for a deeper artistic conception, can perceive that compared to the huge and somewhat scary sledgehammer before, this smaller sledgehammer is obviously much more condensed, and some things are not huge to be powerful.

This is the simplest use of self-will-condensation, Tang Ling can naturally see it at a glance, and even he can feel this attack, Tang Feng's self-will has strengthened by one point, and the spiritual power invested in it has naturally increased by three points.

But are you afraid? Nature is not afraid!

Tang Ling waved his hand, and a spinning giant shield appeared in front of him.

The sledgehammer fell hard, and the rotating giant shield naturally blocked the attack of the sledgehammer, and cleverly used the power of rotation to dissipate part of the mental impact.

Then, with the shattering of the giant shield, the sledgehammer shattered again.

I have to say that the father and son's use of self-will fusion spiritual power is extremely ingenious, and Tang Feng's ingenuity lies in the fact that when he dropped the hammer, he paid attention to his techniques and maximized the spiritual impact.

And Tang Ling can be said to see the trick and use the power of rotation to crack it.

The second hammer, the smile on Tang Feng's face became deeper and deeper.

It's ridiculous to laugh, this has nothing to do with his attack, after the second sledgehammer was broken, a smaller sledgehammer appeared in the sky again, there is no doubt that Tang Feng's attack is more and more condensed each time, and his self-will gradually makes people feel 'materialized', as if condensed into a piece of steel.

Tang Ling, who was born as a calf, was also fearless, his eyes were full of excitement, as if the sharper Tang Feng's attack was, the more interesting it was....

The entire grassland conjured up by Tang Feng, because of the struggle between father and son, finally had a slight change, and all the scenes began to be inexplicably unstable, as if there was a feeling that it would be broken and then shaken off at any time.

But neither father nor son cared about this, Tang Feng's hammer was more ruthless than the other, and the hammer was faster than the other, he didn't seem to be too lazy to change any fresh attacks, so he chose the hammer of spiritual power that directly contained more and more tenacious self-will.

It's just that what shocked Tang Ling was that a sledgehammer would be used by Tang Feng superbly, and the use of the same weapon Tang Feng became more and more tricky, and even used the way of hammering the ground to cause shocks, making Tang Ling's mental strength unstable.

can be shocked to shock, Tang Ling, who was born with an almost perverted version of the sensitivity to battle, and a sense of battle, will always see the right moves...

All this only shocked Tang Feng even more, just because this kind of fighting talent was something that Tang Feng didn't have, and this kind of talent that was like being born for battle was unique to Tang Ling himself.

Even if he has too much combat experience, Tang Feng must admit that Tang Ling's resolution several times is something he can't do.

So Tang Feng smiled very happily, such a smile is less ruffian, more sincere, and it is very warm in the eyes of people.

He was proud of his son, though it was impossible to say it according to his character.

But at the same time, there was a deep sadness hidden in Tang Feng's eyes.

Everything has a price, such a high talent, a life born for war, is destined to bear more, if Tang Ling can be ordinary...

But this is impossible, Tang Feng has abandoned this fantasy since Tang Ling was born, this kid's extraordinaryness has been so earth-shattering since birth, who else knows better than his father? That...

Thinking about it, Tang Feng frowned, what a distant past, some painful memories...

And the changes in Tang Feng's micro-expressions, if they were placed in a normal time, Tang Ling, who had amazing insight, would definitely notice it, but dealing with the increasingly difficult attacks could no longer allow Tang Ling to be distracted, so he didn't notice these either.

In the blink of an eye, the attack had been carried out nine times.

Tang Feng suddenly stopped and looked at Tang Ling: "Yes, I have been attacked nine times." ”

Tang Ling didn't speak, and the eyes flashing with excitement and confidence already explained his pride at the moment.

"I don't like long battles, so let's do it for the last time, this time it must be attacked according to the limit of a day's cultivation results, it's very dangerous, you think about it carefully, otherwise admit defeat." Tang Fengyun said lightly.

In fact, Tang Feng was not calm at this moment, just because in fact, in the first eight attacks, Tang Ling had been fully qualified and met his expectations.

It's just that what the limit of the day is, Tang Feng has the final say.

According to Tang Feng's expectations, it was indeed ten attacks to test Tang Ling, but this kid was so good that Tang Feng's strength that should be increased with each attack was unconsciously a little more, and it was only eight times that he reached the expected limit.

The ninth time was Tang Feng's temptation, he wanted to know if Tang Ling could bear more? The results are delightful.

In this case, Tang Feng also wanted a stronger temptation, but this kind of temptation was originally not considered by Tang Feng because it was a bit dangerous.

But Tang Ling is a person who loves to gamble on life and death at critical moments, and this character undoubtedly comes from Tang Feng...

Therefore, as soon as the idea of stronger temptation appeared, Tang Feng couldn't suppress this thought, of course, Tang Feng was also confident that if Tang Ling couldn't bear it, he would be able to hold it at a critical moment, even if in essence, it was just a wisp of spiritual power with his self-will as the core.

But – it's okay too!

"Come on." Compared to Tang Feng, Tang Ling is even more crazy, does he care about danger or anything? At this time, Tang Ling didn't think that Tang Feng was his father, so he would show mercy.

If Tang Feng was really such a soft-hearted person, why would he and Tang Long be left behind?

Thinking of this, anger burned in Tang Ling's heart at one time, and because of anger, Tang Ling's will rose sharply.

Tang Feng saw it in his eyes and sighed: "Very good." ”

As he spoke, a normal-sized hammer appeared above Tang Feng, a hammer that was purple to some black mixed with white silver lines.

Seeing this hammer, Tang Ling understood that there was a stone rhyme on this hammer, which was the second-order self-will.

If the wood rhyme is yellow, but the color will be from dark to light, to the extent of hardwood, it will be red...

The wood rhyme of this hammer has obviously reached the extreme of hardwood, and it has a stone rhyme.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Feng really looks up to himself.

The hammer didn't move in the sky, but the dangerous momentum was already rising.

Tang Feng looked at Tang Ling and asked one last time, "Have you figured it out?" ”

Tang Ling obviously didn't look sure, but his mouth was very simple: "Don't talk nonsense, come on!" ”