Weiming finally got his name, which was not a name, but now there was an enemy he had to deal with. From his birth to the present, the golden thunder consciousness has been haunting him, beating him to the point of losing everything, killing the voice. This made Wei Ming angry.

If at the last moment, there was no voice in his inner spiritual world to save him, then he would have died long ago, but that voice has never appeared again.

Wei Ming sensed it in his heart, and he couldn't find his existence, he could even feel the faint consciousness of the golden thunder, but he just couldn't sense the voice that saved him. Wei Ming could only speculate that the voice infused himself with all his soul at the last moment, activated his golden eyes, and defeated the wild thunder. And the voice died out completely because the soul was worn out.

Weiming is now bent on avenging him, also so that he can live. So when he heard the words of the Futu Patriarch, he understood that there was a way.

"Ancestor, what is the method?" Weiming asked urgently.

The Futu Patriarch still didn't answer, but said, "This is impossible to do, and even if you do it, you may not be able to deal with the wild thunder you said." ”

When Weiming heard this, he lowered his head unwillingly, very disappointed.

The Futu Patriarch looked at the depressed and unhappy Weiming, and suddenly a sense of familiarity arose. Isn't it the same for the young self? I don't want to be humble, so I look everywhere in this martial world, hoping to get adventures, defeat those who bullied me one by one, let them know that anyone has the possibility of becoming strong, and it is absolutely wrong to easily deny a person.

Thinking of this, the Futu Patriarch felt that Weiming was very kind, as if there was a providential decision in the dark, and let him appear in this Futu Mountain, where he lived in seclusion. This place is isolated, barren and remote, he can find this, maybe God wants him to make an exception to accept disciples and leave a wisp of incense.

The very young-looking face of the Futu Patriarch showed traces of the vicissitudes of time, and he seemed to be very sad. Only then did the Futu Patriarch open his mouth and agree: "Weiming, your name is nonsense that I casually said, in fact, I didn't name you." But I believe that one day you will meet someone who named you, and then maybe you have left me, and I may pass away. But you must not forget that you once studied martial arts from an old man. ”

Hearing this, Weiming immediately understood. He immediately bowed down and kowtowed three times to the amiable old man in front of him. He shouted, "Master, please accept three prostrations!"

Patriarch Futu was very satisfied and praised this intelligent and clever disciple. He immediately picked up Weiming and beat the dust on his body. He asked, "Weiming, what did you mean when you said in the cave just now that your name is Supreme?"

"This is what a benefactor who is very important to me told me, but unfortunately he is afraid that he is dead now. Weiming was very sad when he mentioned that inner voice, it was he who said to himself that his surname was Supreme, and he did not let him cringe, but asked him to be strong and not give in.

Weiming immediately pointed to his golden eyes again, and said to the Futu Patriarch: "That benefactor told me that there are two words 'Supreme' printed in my eyes. And I want to always remember that I am a man with the surname Supreme. ”

"--- no. The Futu Patriarch looked at it carefully for a while, but said something that surprised Weiming.

"How is that possible...... Could it be that even this has been wiped out?" Wei Ming couldn't imagine, ran to a stone mirror in the cave, pressed his face, and carefully observed his eyes, but he only saw golden frightened eyes, but he couldn't see the two words "Supreme".

"It's really gone, it's really gone!" Even if he couldn't believe it, he had to accept the fact that all his extraordinary features had been lost by the golden thunder sense.

In the space where he was born, he learned that there were many extraordinary people in the world, and that he also had many innate talents. However, due to the destruction of the Thunder Consciousness and the troubles before his birth, many of his talents were lost, which also caused him to only learn simple self-defense martial arts when he should have mastered his own skills in that birth space, and he could not learn all the more advanced subtle moves. only because the foundation was destroyed.

If it weren't for this, he would have been killed by thunder. He is already a peerless powerhouse now, not an ordinary person, or even an ordinary person.

You must know that at his current physical age, that is, at the age of fourteen or fifteen years old, most people have been practicing martial arts for seven or eight years, and they all started practicing martial arts at the age of six.

Now he is completely backward, tantamount to an ordinary beginner qi practitioner.

But fortunately, now he worships the Futu Patriarch as his teacher, and the Futu Patriarch is also an absolute powerhouse in this martial arts world, and I believe that over time, he will be able to regain the acquired innate ability.

"What's wrong with you, looking in the mirror?" The Futu Patriarch walked in and was very puzzled when he saw Weiming grasping the stone mirror with both hands.

"Master, it's nothing, it's just that something is missing. Weiming was helpless, but he didn't want to reveal too much information about himself.

In the moment in that space, he understood that the world was sinister, even the closest people were not trustworthy, and although the Futu Patriarch was his master, he was only a one-day master, and Weiming didn't know anything about him at all.

"Are you looking for the word in your eye?" Patriarch Futu understood when he thought of what he had just said. Then he said, "Your eyes are very strange, they are golden. I guess you must have an extraordinary background. But don't forget that you don't have to reveal your surname to outsiders in the future. ”

The shrewdness of the Futu Patriarch seemed incompatible with the confusion he had just faced. Weiming couldn't help but guess that he had been pretending to be confused before.

Weiming still can't fully trust his master. The old man in front of him was hiding too many secrets. But he also understood the meaning of the word Supreme, and after saying it inadvertently just now, he was actually afraid that the Futu Patriarch would know this secret of his own and pose a threat to himself. However, looking at the appearance of the Futu Patriarch, it should not harm himself.

"Master, you are now my master, so you should tell me how to destroy souls, right?"

"In that case, then I'll tell you! There is also a python paper attached to the book "Futu Pudu Sutra", which says that there is a magic weapon in the martial world, which is the origin of the martial world and has always supported this world. It's called Tongtian Futu. But according to my later visit, the Tongtian Futu disappeared long before the previous Futu ancestor was destroyed, and it is rumored that the magic weapon was divided into multiple parts, controlled by several masters in the martial arts world, and each master is a powerhouse in the Zun Realm, so to collect that, I am afraid that all the friends of the old decay are added together, and it is impossible to collect them all. Not to mention that you, a yellow-mouthed child, have not dried up and smelled milky. "The Futu Patriarch finally told Weiming some of the news he knew about this Tongtian Futu.

Weiming interrupted from time to time to ask about some of the situation in the martial arts world.

In that birth space, the unknown understands the meaning of traveling through space. I knew that I had now inexplicably crossed over from that towering Divine Mountain to this Futu Mountain, and was rescued by the Futu Patriarch.

"Weiming, why don't you seem to know anything about the situation in the martial arts world?" The Futu Patriarch noticed the strange appearance of Wei Ming, and felt that he was simply not like a person from this world.

Weiming didn't want to say anything about himself being crossed. It's just perfunctory, constantly changing the topic: "Actually, I was a little amnesiac by that golden thunder, so I don't remember many things?"

"Is that so?" the Futu Patriarch was skeptical, but seeing that he didn't want to say, he didn't continue to ask. It's just that while telling about Tongtian Futu, he kept explaining the situation in the martial arts world to him.

"The world of martial arts is a world of martial arts, and everything in martial arts comes from qi. Therefore, practicing martial arts can also be called practicing qi. "Patriarch Futu first talked about the foundation of cultivation.

"Therefore, true qi is the foundation of everything, whether it is evil martial arts refining corpses, or dead people still attack with qi. If there is no luck and only a strong body fights, then the person who is not angry will definitely be vulnerable. No matter how strong his physical body was, it would be pierced and broken when it encountered a powerful True Qi. Futu Patriarch then added.

When Wei Ming heard this, he probably already understood that the cultivation system of this world was actually the same as the cultivation law he had obtained in the birth space, and there was no difference.

Patriarch Futu then told him some of the cultivation levels of this martial world.

"Qi practitioners are divided into five realms according to their skills, and the ten years of skill below are called the Shi realm, and they are divided into one to nine levels according to one to nine years of skill. The following hundred-year skill is called the master realm, and it is also divided into nine levels. The thousand-year-old skill is called the sect realm, and the 10,000-year skill is called the zun realm, and these two realms are also divided into nine levels. As for those who have cultivated for more than 10,000 years, they have already transcended the Holy Realm and stepped into the Holy Realm. And the strong man who stepped into the holy realm had never even seen old age. "The words of the Futu Patriarch really surprised Weiming.

Wei Ming remembered that the Futu Patriarch had just said that those strong people who had mastered the part of the Futu were all in the Venerable Realm, and according to what the Futu Patriarch said, wouldn't those masters have been cultivating for thousands of years?

Wei Ming couldn't help but ask, "According to what Master said, wouldn't it take thousands of years of cultivation to reach the Venerable Realm?"

"It's just a thousand years, just three thousand days!" The next words of the Futu Patriarch were a thunderbolt that entered Weiming's ears, blowing up Weiming's brain.

Weiming couldn't help but shout: "Is there only three days in a year? three thousand days in a thousand years?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Patriarch Futu reacted strangely to him, "Have you even lost your memory of these?"

Weiming thought about it, and had to fool around: "Yes, I forgot about it." With that, he fell silent again, deep in thought.

"Is there only three days in a year in this world? If we count it that way, the so-called millennium is only three thousand days, which is equivalent to ten years of the world into which I was born. Wei Ming made an estimate in his heart, feeling that the so-called Venerable Realm was not very difficult to achieve, as long as there was enough time, long-term cultivation would definitely have a thousand years of strength.

"Then how old is Master now?" Weiming was suddenly curious about the age of the Futu Patriarch with white hair, according to the year and day of this world.

The Futu Patriarch was stunned for a moment, and after a little thought, he replied, "Nine hundred years old." ”

"Nine hundred?" Weiming said it involuntarily.

"Yes, my qualifications are good, and I have been cultivating for hundreds of years before I have broken through to the Venerable Realm. ”

Although the Futu Patriarch didn't understand why Weiming asked this, he still gave an answer.

"Nine hundred years is two thousand seven hundred days, which is equivalent to seven years of the world in which I was born. Wei Ming calculated in his heart, and suddenly felt that this Futu Patriarch was too young, if he reached the world where he was born, the Futu Patriarch would only be seven years old.

Weiming looked at the young face of the Futu patriarch, but he was full of white hair and his beard was waist-length. Immediately felt that he was very miserable, according to the world where the mountain is located, he was decrepit to the extreme.

"Unnamed, what are you thinking?" Seeing that he was in a daze, the Futu Patriarch asked.

In fact, for the Futu Patriarch, there are more things that the Futu Patriarch is not known for, and the Futu Patriarch is even more suspicious of him. But out of a certain feeling, the Futu Patriarch just has a good impression of Weiming, and it seems that he is destined to accept Weiming as an apprentice.

"--- nothing. Weiming was pulled back to reality, hesitated slightly, and replied casually.

"Now that you understand this, it's time for you to teach you some martial arts. In the entire martial arts world, martial arts are also divided into five major levels. In order, they correspond to the five realms, namely the scholar-level exercises, the master-level exercises, the sect-level exercises, the honorable level exercises, and the top-level saint-level exercises. After the Futu Patriarch made a corresponding explanation, a crumpled piece of paper ran out from within the dantian.

"This is the master-level exercise "Seven Steps of Ape Flying", but unfortunately there is only one fragment, there should have been seven. But there are only a few who can practice this one. Weiming, I never accept disciples, you are my first apprentice, I really want to pass everything on to you, but everything must start from the basic exercises, this fragment of "Seven Steps of Ape Flying" can be regarded as your introductory gift. After the Futu Patriarch finished speaking, he handed the page of the scrap paper to Wei Ming, and then turned around and left without giving any guidance.

Only the unnamed with a puzzled face was left staring at the page, not knowing why.