How hard is it to achieve the Lexa maneuver?

Rodin slowly got to know it in the training that followed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

For example, in terms of Rodin's level, the power of the ancestral dragon is like his arm, he can easily move his five fingers, elbow joints, and large muscles to control the force and retraction of his arm.

And Lexar? He can already accurately control every muscle in his arm, even the membranes, tendons, and blood veins under the skin of his arm.

The gap between the two is nothing short of an abyss.

If you want to control something, you must first understand it, and know that you can win all battles.

Rodin's first task was to understand the power of his own bloodline in order to determine the difficulty of his control cultivation.

For example, the power of the red blood vein is manic and active, and the power of the green blood is full of vitality and vitality, and if the power wants to shape and fiddle with the two according to their own will, it will be more difficult than the power of the calm and lazy blue bloodline.

The power of the black bloodline, which is also the power of the ancestral dragon, is different from the three-color bloodline that circulates in the Central Continent, and does not even belong to the green, white, and yellow after their hybridization.

After a glance, Lexa bluntly exposed his identity as an alien, but there was no blame.

"I only know that you have a tattoo of the Flint Tribe, you are a tribal person, as long as you don't do anything that violates the rules of the tribe, we will not investigate the past, and we don't care. ”

What is the specific nature of the power of the Ancestral Dragon, which is as black as ink?

At the beginning, Rodin had studied it roughly, but only through his own deduction and experiments, it was inevitably biased to do it behind closed doors.

And now, with the help of Lexa, a knowledgeable silver powerhouse with the power of his divine bloodline, it was easy to get a more in-depth and detailed conclusion.

Rodin unleashed a wisp of the power of the ancestral dragon as requested, and after it left the body, it naturally formed a dragon shape with a whole body like ink scales, which was also the image of the ancestral dragon.

"What kind of creature is this? The head is similar to that of a dragon, why does the body look like a snake?"

The difference between the Eastern Dragon and the Western Dragon surprised Lexa.

Immediately after that, he instantly differentiated into a cyan palm, and cleanly grabbed the little black dragon between his fingers.

"Zzi-"

It was as if cold water was poured into a hot oil pot, and suddenly the black dragon burst out of his body, as if he had suffered great pain, and began to roar and convulsion wildly and silently.

Rodin, who was observing closely, suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, like a king witnessing the great harm being done to his people.

The angry devil whispered in his ear, urging him to destroy the source of torment in the blue.

However, despite his red face, he still forcibly suppressed his restless emotions.

A quarter of an hour later, the cyan fingers probed the power of the ancestral dragon up and down, and the edges of it were actually infected with a trace of black.

The snake shrunk in size a full circle, but it still writhed tenaciously.

Lexa's face became extremely serious, and the wrinkles like knives became heavier and heavier.

Then, he diverged into a cluster of dense cyan probes that made the scalp tingle, and slammed into the power of the ancestral dragon.

"Groan, cluck...... Rodin's heart burned with rage, his silver teeth clenched, and a low, beastly roar came from his throat.

"Whew-"

After another moment and three moments, Lexa finally released all the restraints of the black ancestral dragon and breathed a sigh of relief. There was sweat on his forehead, and he could see that the consumption just now was not small.

Rodin couldn't help but reach out and hold the greatly shrunken bloodline dragon in a flash of lightning, and it melted into its body and disappeared without a trace.

Rodin felt his resentment disappear in an instant, and he couldn't wait to turn to the other party.

"How did it turn out?"

Lexa looked complicated and exclaimed:

"The world of Inhumans seems to be more exciting and wonderful than I imagined, and the power of your bloodline is truly extraordinary. “

"After my investigation, I have come to the following conclusions. “

"First of all, the power of your black bloodline has a staggering vitality and vitality. If the power of the normal bloodline is not effectively replenished after leaving the body, it will be annihilated and dissipated in just five minutes. But the power of your ancestral dragon has been writhing for half an hour from beginning to end, and it really has an amazingly tenacious vitality. ”

"This shows in disguise that it is extremely good at strengthening the body. ”

"Second, the power of the ancestral dragon is extraordinarily contagious, and it will gradually erode and assimilate the power of the rest of the bloodline, which can be regarded as an additional attack effect. It's somewhat similar to the power of the Green Bloodline, but in my opinion, it's much stronger. ”

"Third, the power of the ancestral dragon is like a poison to any other life than yourself, and it will corrode the vitality of foreign objects. I've never seen such a domineering, flamboyant effect. ”

"These three points are the most prominent properties I have found, and the other aspects are equal to the power of ordinary bloodlines. ”

"To sum up, the power of the ancestral dragon is more like a living creature than the power of other bloodlines, and its influence and transformation on your personality and physique should be more drastic. If you want to tame him as well as I do, and do whatever you want outside of your body, you'll have to put in a lot more effort. ”

"Powerful, but hard to control. ”

"Should I be happy or sad?"

"The result is almost a mixed bag!"

When he faced the Elder of the Mystery Forest, it was the power of the ancestral dragon that prompted him to face the danger of having his memory erased.

During this time, he did not intervene too much, except for using the power of the ancestral dragon to absorb nutrients from his body every day.

After all, after accepting the gift of the Elder of the Mystery Forest, he was already close to the Bronze Rank Force, so he should make a steady transition.

"It seems that I have not studied the power of my own bloodline enough!"

After the initial diagnosis, it can be determined that the power of the ancestral dragon is much more difficult to manipulate than the power of the three colors, not to mention the power of the more balanced hybrid bloodline.

Rodin began to try unconvinced.

Try to harness the speed and shape of the ancestral dragon's power in the body or on the surface.

He found some patterns.

Inside the body, the power of the ancestral dragon is extremely simple to harness, and it can almost be regarded as arbitrary, transfiguring and moving at will.

However, when the power of the ancestral dragon appears on the surface of the body, it takes a certain amount of mental effort to keep it in a fixed state, just like attaching to the surface of armor or weapons, or forming the flame of blood.

But when the power of the ancestral dragon completely leaves the body, and there is no contact between the two, then a completely different situation will occur.

It will automatically take on the image of the ancestral dragon, as if it has become a special life, difficult to grasp, showing its teeth and claws, tossing and turning for most of the day.

After only five minutes of trying, Rodin couldn't help but look at Lexa in frustration.

"Alas, I didn't realize until now that I was really a frog at the bottom of the well, and I was a babbling child when it came to controlling the power of the bloodline. “

The power of the ancestral dragon outside the body, in its most natural state, has a fixed form.

This form is the most primitive ancestral dragon form, one foot long, two fingers wide, pocket-sized and mischievous.

Once this most natural state is changed, whether it is moving or shaping it, it must take a lot of mind to manipulate it.

Similar to the elasticity theorem of springs, springs are most natural when they are not subjected to force, and they are also the most susceptible to compression and stretching.

Once the state changes slightly, the external force required will be higher and higher, increasing exponentially.

And what is it like to use willpower, or thoughts, to harness the unpredictable power of the ancestral dragon?

Rodin summed it up this way, control training is like levator anal exercises, and it is very wonderful and unbearable for you to maintain this state.

It's not an itch or a pain, it's an uncomfortable feeling that you feel all over your body whenever and wherever you are.

It seems that something is wrong, but I can't say it.

And in this maddening state, you must always maintain your full attention and not be distracted in the slightest.

And that's what it's like to train in the Fa.

Practice makes perfect, but I guess no one wants to experience this strange torture constantly.

Under Lexar supervision, Rodin's first attempt lasted only five minutes before failing.

The mischievous ancestral dragon didn't even change its general shape, as if it was silently mocking him.

He reluctantly tried five or six more times, but he didn't expect that instead of improving, he insisted on getting shorter and shorter.

Sweating profusely, his eyes bloodshot, panting like a cow, and his mania devoured his reason like the waves of the sea, as if he had not slept for a day and a night, and his mind was very tired.

It's still so difficult to control just the power of a single ancestral dragon, to achieve the Lexa that can divide thousands of tentacles, transform and move as you like, and wait until the Year of the Monkey?

"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive, I believe it!"

Lexa couldn't help frowning when he saw him gritting his teeth and almost in a state of madness,

"Let's stop practicing today, your current state is a little too persistent!"

"The practice of controlling the Fa can not be successful overnight, step by step, and we must not rush into this negative state, otherwise it will be harmful and useless, but it will cause irreparable damage to the body and spirit!"

"You use the breathing method to regulate first, and then continue when you recover!"

"Damn!"

Rodin suddenly sobered up a lot when he heard this, and realized that he was a little bit stuck in a dead end.

"What you say makes sense, I'm too eager for quick success!"

He couldn't help but use the Long Yuan Method to regulate his breathing and soothe his restless mood according to his words.

After a moment, Lexa comforted, "I didn't start learning to be a swordsmith until I was forty years old, and it took me five years to achieve initial results, and it took me eighty years to get to this point, and now I'm one hundred and twenty years old. ”

"What? Eighty years? Lexa is one hundred and twenty years old?"

In his opinion, the old man in front of him seemed to be a strong old man in his fifties, in good spirits, and his physical strength was not even inferior to him.

Is this the physical activity of the Silver Power?

"Silver power, I must reach it!"

"But is it really worth it to spend a lot of time every day for 80 years?"

In his heart, he retreated from the law.

"Or just give up?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, the calm blood seed suddenly became agitated, and a pair of cold ancestral dragon pupils suddenly stared.

His indomitable will instantly infected his spirit.

"No, I can't give up! Eighty years, even if I don't see results, I can think of it as a training of willpower!"

Seeing that he was not deterred by this long time, Lexa raised his eyebrows, but his eyes became more determined.

"This training is bound to be a protracted battle, and with your talent, hard work, and my extensive experience in mastering the Fa, it doesn't actually take that much time. ”

Rodin recovered his state in the breathing technique, calmed his mind, and continued to practice for a few more rounds.

The progress was outrageously slow, and it was stuck in a bottleneck before it could even start, and the time only increased by a minute, slightly shaping the basic dragon form into an extremely irregular cube, but the time was already exhausted in an afternoon.

"If you come back tomorrow, you will set aside some time to study with me first and get a general understanding of the sword oil blending process. ”

"Except for this mixed material, the rest is relatively simple, so you don't have to worry. “

Slightly tired, Rodin got up and left.

"Da, da, da"

The rhythmic sound of striking iron in the felt bag could be heard far away, but in the past few days, Krusas has fallen into complete silence mode.

The strange thing is that the elder did not deliberately avoid him as an outsider during the teaching process, and Rodin had never seen the two of them communicate with each other on weekdays. When asked, the elder was vague, and Krusas simply pretended not to hear.

Only occasionally will he cast a suspicious look at Rodin's back and forth.