Qin Hao first looked at the smallest fist-sized rock block: Well, it's acceptable...

A little to the left, I saw a rock the size of a millstone next to it: uh, probably, probably, should, barely, maybe, okay...

Move your gaze a little further to the left, and sweep the remaining three terrifying boulders: Gan, impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible...

Qin Hao completely collapsed.

But it was impossible for the old scholar to let Qin Hao go, with a wave of his old hand, after listening to the countless sounds of "桄榋榦" and "桄榄寀", Qin Hao's side suddenly had nearly 10,000 wooden sticks!

"Let's start, when will you be able to rest after practicing the first form, or after breaking these ten thousand wooden sticks, by the way, these stones are all reinforced with spiritual power, and they are not so easy for you to smash. The scholar's faint voice came from above Qin Hao, who was sitting on the ground.

"Also. . . It's also reinforced with spiritual power?!That's it, in order to become stronger, I'll smash it!"

Qin Hao glanced at the scholar in the form of a strict master with grief and indignation, obediently stood up from the ground, and officially started the first form of "Heaven Turning Stick": the training of splitting the ground!

Qin Hao took a look at the smallest stone, weighed the wooden stick in his hand, looked for the feel, and then injected spiritual power into the wooden stick, and smashed it down with all his strength with a "hey"!

I only heard a "pop", and the wooden stick broke in response.

And there is no trace of that rock!

Seeing this, the old scholar held his forehead and sighed helplessly, the expression on his face was speechless and speechless:

The stinky boy's stick didn't even touch the edge of the stone, but hit the ground directly on its side. . .

Qin Hao laughed embarrassedly twice: "Ahem, uh, the hand is a little raw, this stick doesn't count. Come again!"

"Drink!" "Smack"

"Hey!" "Smack"

"Hah!" "Smack"

。。。

Every time Qin Hao interrupted a wooden stick, another one would automatically fly from the "wooden stick mountain" around him.

I don't know how many wooden sticks were broken, but once Qin Hao finally smashed the smallest stone in front of him.

"Oh yes! I finally broke it!" Qin Hao looked at the half-broken wooden stick in his hand and the stone broken into three or four pieces in front of him, and jumped up happily!

He shook his arms, which were a little numb from the shock, and looked at the old scholar on the side, hoping that he would give some evaluation.

The old scholar glanced at the nearly more than 100 broken wooden sticks under Qin Hao, and said mercilessly at Qin Hao:

"You kid is this little rock that was broken by brute force, it is meaningless, look at how the old man beat it!"

After that, he picked up a wooden stick in the air, waved his hand to restore the shattered rock, and retreated Qin Hao to stand in his original position.

I saw that the old scholar silently closed his eyes, and all the fluctuations in his body were dispersed, and he stood in place with a stick in one hand as if he had settled down.

Qin Hao watched the old man stay motionless like a puppet, as if he was asleep, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the old man's gourd.

At this moment, the old scholar with his eyes closed seemed to sense something, his eyes suddenly widened, and he danced the long stick with one hand, and the spiritual power in his body gradually seeped into the long stick in his hand at a strange frequency.

The timing of the spiritual power infiltration was very ingenious, and it happened that every time the long stick in his hand danced around, it would seep into a small group, and there was a small gap between each group of spiritual energy.

Dozens of circles of sticks danced down in just a few seconds, and the long sticks in his hands seeped into dozens of groups of spiritual power.

At this moment, Qin Hao looked from the side, and the wooden stick in the old scholar's hand seemed to be coated with a small piece of phosphor every small piece of wood, dancing into a disc made of layers of glowing circles, which was very beautiful.

Listening to a soft cry from the old man's mouth, he stopped the stick dance in his hand, and instead held the stick high above his head with both hands, and suddenly smashed down on the smallest rock block, and after a soft sound, the fist-sized rock was divided into two halves.

Then the old scholar did not stop his movements, only to see him take a step to the grinding disc-sized rock, also raised the long stick in his hand, and then slammed it down again.

After repeating the same action four times, all the rocks in front of him and Qin Hao were split in two and cracked on the ground, and the fracture was extremely smooth, representing that the strength of the old man did not leak out in the slightest.

Qin Hao was concentrating at the moment, and he didn't let go of any detail of the old book's demonstration, and he found it at once:

With each smashing of the long stick in the old man's hand, several to dozens of groups of spiritual power would quietly merge at the front end of the wooden stick, and compress and move to a small point at the very front of the wooden stick! After that, it will hit the rock block and split it in two, and the huge anti-shock force will gradually disappear under the buffer of the spiritual power group in the wooden stick, and finally it will not destroy the long stick in the old man's hand!

After seeing Qin Hao's thoughtful expression, the scholar raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with interest:

"How's it going?

Although Qin Hao didn't understand the principle, he still told the old scholar what he saw after saying "um", and then asked:

"Old Shu, if I learn your spiritual power manipulation method that integrates explosion and buffering, I will be able to practice 'Splitting the Earth'?"

The old scholar shook his head:

"This is just a method of spiritual manipulation, and it has a lot to do with cultivators using the 'stick' as a weapon, but it doesn't have much to do with 'splitting the ground'. ”

Qin Hao raised his head blankly when he heard this, and looked at the old scholar.

The old man said earnestly:

"Boy, the old man will compare "Avalanche Mountain Strength" and "Heaven Turning Stick" and tell you, "Avalanche Mountain Strength" relies on the cultivator's ontology to send out strength to drive away the enemy. Is the old man right?"

Qin Hao nodded when he heard this.

The cultivation of "Heaven Turning Stick" is closely related to the weapon of "stick", so the most basic requirement is that the cultivator must reach the level of the weapon of "stick" before he can start to try to get started. ”

Qin Hao seemed to understand something when he heard this.

The old scholar struck while the iron was hot and said:

"The cultivation of the method of war is closely related to the spiritual power in the body, and the spiritual power of "Avalanche Mountain Strength" uses the meridians in the body to mobilize spiritual power, and you are very familiar with this every day, so there is no feeling of sluggishness in cultivation. But "Heaven Turning Stick" is different! Cultivating it not only requires the use of spiritual power and meridians in the body, but more importantly, it is necessary to spread the spiritual power all over the long stick in the hand, just like skillfully mobilizing spiritual power in the meridians on the arm to perform the battle method, and accurately manipulating the spiritual power in the long stick without meridians to complete the use of the stick method!"