The cultivation of sensory enhancement continued, and the first two days had not been smooth, but for so many days in a row, there was no suggestion from Goode to remind him.

This is not to say that Goode must be hard-hearted, but Goode has to do this, in contrast, he is not so difficult to get along with on the surface, but now that he has fallen into this appearance, friendship and love cannot enter his psychology.

The purpose of cultivation is to progress, then, the purpose of the threshold is to be crossed, but if the length of this hurdle is the length of a chasm, Gude is not so easy to let go of what he bears, it is the sin left over from his history, and he must pay for that action in the second half of his ugly life.

For three days, Gude didn't take a step down from the rock, they didn't seem to have come to practice except for their own meals, Gude looked at the open space on the side, no one knew what he was thinking, only that sometimes there would be an extremely vicious look in his eyes, and sometimes there would be a desperate, helpless loneliness.

At the same time, Frey on the other side does not know how many times he has failed, since he was kindly reminded by Goode, he began to examine the problem points of his own departure, from the smallest step of improvement to the macro as the starting point of improvement, and finally there is the possibility of a breakthrough, although the first layer of obstacles has been broken, but the obstacles are sometimes more troublesome, maybe only the real genius with excellent talent, there will be no day when he is trapped, and the sense of blockage deeply blocks the possibility of progress.

Goode knew that this kid's talent was definitely not the strongest, so the idea that he could break through within seven days was either a joke, or he wanted to use this seven days as a cover, in fact, he didn't want to join the battle, just grabbed someone to accompany her to complete the short seven days.

The time to eat is only a short ten minutes, and then continue to climb up the ambient atmosphere around him, he has become more acute from the first threshold, from the improvement of his own lack of concentration, the main training against the sudden headwind is the main breakthrough, but after this, a new threshold is a greater challenge, for his own thoughts, and the comprehension of the mysteries of the universe.

This also requires him to gradually discover the opportunity in this sensory training, but if you want to talk about the changes he has brought about by himself, this cultivation will definitely have a lot of results, and for the comprehension of the subtleties of the universe, this needs to rise to a new level of senses again to do it.

If you compare his spirit and concentration in vain, his current concentration is 3, the limit is 5, and the strength of the senses of penetrating the mysterious universe is about 10, and when his own senses continue to increase, he will respond to the senses of the mysterious universe, and that kind of image will produce a clear reflection in his heart.

This threshold is mainly dismantled by two small thresholds, one is the re-strengthening of self-senses, the critical zero line, the strength is likely to continue to progress, and concentrating on one thing will weaken the spirit and concentration, especially in the process of weakening, qualitative change will once again trigger the possibility of progress, which is where the human physique is incomparably mysterious, and this can make the ultimate ability hidden in the body completely awakened.

In addition to the infinite sharpness of the senses, the germination of that ultimate ability requires a great stimulus, which is not yet known, but as the senses continue to strengthen, Frey can clearly perceive a vague shadow over Goode's body, until he feels too tired, and the shadow disappears again.

"Sure enough... I don't have enough concentration, I need more concentration to put in it. "Even if he practices from day to night, he doesn't feel tired, it's not physical fatigue, because he almost sits still, so naturally it's not the fatigue brought by the body, the concentration makes his mouth dry, and the body keeps swinging, but in this case, as long as he rests for a while, his physical strength will squeeze out a steady stream of energy to replenish it, and the progress of this day will support his infinite progress.

Goode's situation is still cold, in a daze during the day, closing his eyes at night, it is estimated that he is still in a daze, and even talking and misunderstandings are saved.

Frey sensed that Goode had been secretly observing himself, and if there was a careless mistake, he would have said what he thought immediately, and more often than not, he would have thrown the problem to him and let him figure out how to solve the problem on his own.

In this way, he had to rely on himself to grasp the cultivation and summarization, and he would be his own teacher, which made him feel that instead of being his own teacher and giving him the method of cultivation, he could also try to practice by himself, and he still needed to go so far to cultivate secretly.

If you can't get the progress method of pulling out seedlings and promoting growth, it is undoubtedly limiting the upper limit of your own progress.

Goode's sense of the overall situation is still relatively wide, he knows that relying on his own ideas cannot control the impossibility of the future children, or let them figure out their own ways and summarize the details of the mistakes, as long as there is no problem with the general direction, he should be the person who comes to supervise the training, anyway, as long as they don't let him be the master.

Goode opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Frey, who had failed in hard training, and said: "Your realization will be a little sluggish in the back, it's not your problem, it's the sequelae of your physical strength starting to overdraw, and your will is starting to lose concentration, so what you need is to rest, and continue tomorrow morning." ”

Indeed, hard training can surpass geniuses, but the progress obtained by sacrificing enough sleep time is actually a kind of regression, genius elites never add too much rigorous and redundant cultivation to their rest time, it is to keep the body in the best state, because only in the best state can we continue to create new best peaks, and the results will always be so infinite that we can't go on.

Frey's training method is still limited to the hard training of the army, and the benefits of the hard extreme training that he was originally the main force of the athlete will help for a certain period, but once this period is over, the training method is not right, and even the opposite effect will be on the body, which can no longer help him improve.

Continuing to increase a large amount of cultivation will also bring too much heavy burden to the bones and joints of the body, and such cultivation is completely meaningless.

Frey nodded.

"Hmm."

"Fool, it's not that you can't do it, but your mentality is too inferior, what you need is to give yourself more self-confidence, look at it, tomorrow you will successfully break through the obstacles!" Goode's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said psychologically.

Strange to say, Frey was also very obedient, and fell asleep within a few seconds of turning his head, and he was able to snore in such a wilderness, which shows how strong the burden of sleeplessness is on the body.

At the same time, Goode was in good spirits, his right hand stretched out, and a simple long knife came out of the sheath, like a black wolf's claws sweeping the night sky, enveloping the killing intent of the heroes, but at the same time, the insects that emerged from the ground were cut in two.

Goode has always been very attentive to his surroundings, including staying awake when sleeping, which is the state of his semi-sleeping subconscious, until the knife is bloody, and he gradually wakes up. For a moment, he looked at another young spider crawling out of the ground.

Rushing forward with the knife, seeing the knife swept wantonly, the spider's legs were cut off one by one, and the blade was swept and cut like flowing water, just like a doctor on the scalpel table, he knew which parts were weak enough, and went down, just a slight stroke, the spider had not fully reacted, the spider's legs were cut off, and the rancid green acid-like liquid was split from the wound, and then the long knife was poured into the spider's mouth, and with a stab, the evergreen liquid immediately splashed, and the spider had lost its breath.