After working hard for so long, the ability to mock the wind is almost understood, and when the ability to laugh at the wind is perceived, the artistic conception of the flail is also very clear about his thunder - the artistic conception of the mocking wind is destruction, and the artistic conception of the thunder is furious, from here the flail also understands that the lower the artistic conception ability, the more general, and with the increase of the level, the ability of these artistic conceptions will become more and more detailed, more and more single; Killing mood. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The power of thunder has many artistic conceptions: there are rage, immortality, fast, penetration, etc., but the character of the flail is so, so his thunder artistic conception is berserk.

It is precisely because the artistic conception of the mocking wind is destruction, so he always likes to use dangerous moves, and every time it succeeds in taking a risk, it will injure the opponent, so that he successfully defeats the opponent;

At this moment, in terms of sword intent alone, the flail is much stronger than the cold wind, but the future development does not dare to say, after all, the cold wind is the body of the sword.

After summarizing these, the flail blue entered the sea of knowledge, and it was difficult to see the end of the sea of knowledge, but it was under his control; the seven-trick exquisite flower was still exuding seven-colored light there; after the killing intent became the artistic conception of death, the original triangle became two triangles overlapping to form a black and white hexagon. And the original sword shadow in it was repelled out, because of the enhancement of the comprehension of the artistic conception of the flail blue, so the "knife heart" has also changed, at the moment it is no longer illusory, but turned into a white wolf, lying quietly on the side; the violent artistic conception of the thunder is hidden in the sea of knowledge, did not appear; but a cloud of glory is not very peaceful, wandering around - that is the seven Ye illusions, looking at the bright light, the flail knows that unless something puts it away, otherwise it will not be quiet.

After summing up, Flama decided to choose the aspect of refining the body for systematic learning, because his "Nine Shadows" was the only exercise that he had not mastered yet, and the Nine Thunder Body and the Silver Jade Bone Sea had not undergone qualitative changes.

Everything is clear in his chest, and it is already the eleventh day of entering the cave when he opens his eyes, and these eleven days of thinking and understanding without distraction are comparable to the results of the previous month.

"Are you awake? Huangfu Wushuang handed Flail a steamed bun. Looking at the steamed buns, Flail heard Huangfu Wushuang continue: "The senior brother of the Martial Academy came just now and said that we would get a steamed bun every ten days. ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Flail took the steamed bun, but immediately heard a series of sounds from Huangfu Wushuang's stomach.

"Alas. Huangfu Wushuang was a little embarrassed, and whispered, "Everyone is hungry, if you don't wake up, your steamed bun will be gone." After speaking, Huangfu Wushuang sat a foot away from the flail, which not only did not make the flail feel suspicious, but also clearly separated from the others.

"Huh?" Flail Lan looked at the rest of the people, who were all looking at Huangfu Wushuang and herself, and glared at Jin Xiaobao from time to time; except for these three people, Zhang Wuyi sat outside Chenxi like Huangfu Wushuang, while Chenxi sat with the other three, and Jin Xiaobao sat most isolated.

"Hehe, it's only been eleven days since the gang was assigned. Flail thought.

"Hey, Flai, bring me your steamed buns!" Xue Mao said loudly.

"Huangfu Wushuang, come and sit. Flail Lan ignored the other party, but spoke to Huangfu Wushuang.

"Okay. Huangfu Wushuang sat down.

"Give. Flail handed the steamed bun back to Huangfu Wushuang, "That steamed bun of mine has already been eaten by them, right? ”

"Huh?" Huangfu Wushuang didn't expect that the flail would know everything.

"What do you mean?" Xue Mao asked.

"Eat. Flail said with a smile, in a very gentle tone.

Huangfu Wushuang was indeed hungry, and swallowed the steamed bun in three or two clicks.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that cultivators would be starved like this at times. Flail said with a smile.

"Flai, I'm talking to you, you should be a fart, aren't you?" Xue Mao's face was a little unbearable, and he stood up and walked towards Flai, but was stopped by Chenxi.

"Don't go over. Chenxi said, Xue Mao looked at Chenxi, glared at the flail again, and turned back to his original position.

"Hey, you have special sensitivity, don't you?" Flail turned his head to look at Chenxi, Chenxi's realm has the peak of the spirit master, and here is mostly this strength, the lowest realm is Flailan, followed by Jin Xiaobao - the seventh layer of the spirit master, and then the emperor Fu Wushuang - the eighth layer of the spirit master.

"Hehe, I just don't want everyone to fight. Dawn said.

"You're half a villain, I don't like it much. Dawn said coldly, and then stopped paying attention to those people, and Dawn who heard this kept smiling and didn't say anything else, and his silence moved the others, Dawn was the strongest among these people, of course, the comparison did not include Flail who had been meditating, and they didn't know how perverted Flail was.

After another two days, there was a sound of fighting outside the cave, and it seemed that someone could not bear his temper and began to fight.

"Hehe, it looks like someone is going to be eliminated. Zhang Wuyi said.

When the other seven people heard this, they didn't speak, they all remained silent, not wanting to waste any of their strength, there are still seven days before the next steamed bun will be delivered, and I don't know how long it will take.

Flail has been taking Bigu Dan, especially now that the Bigu Dan of Flail Blue can last for nearly two months, the effect is very strong, so the spirit has always been very good, but this unclothed spirit is also so good, it is really unexpected.

Seven days later, someone finally came to deliver food, still one steamed bun per person, and the one who came put the cloth bag containing eight steamed buns on the ground and was about to leave.

"Senior brother, please wait. Flails stood up, bowed to the visitor, and asked, "May I go outside?"

"You don't have to think about finding food here, there are new disciples here every year for selection, so there won't be anything left at all. ”

"So, it's not to restrict our movements, but to a certain extent, right?"

"Yes, as long as you don't get out of this mountain. With that, the senior brother turned and left.

"Huh. Flail chuckled, then squinted at Dawn.

"Oh, Brother Flai, you first, you first. Chenxi hurriedly said.

"I don't lie to you, last time, who did my steamed bun say ate it?"

"Yes, it's Xue Mao. Chenxi thought about it, but still told the truth.

"Good. Flailan took out three steamed buns from the package, and then threw the package to Chenxi, "The steamed buns you owe me, I'll take them back, and you can share the rest yourself." After speaking, he sat back beside Huangfu Wushuang and handed the three steamed buns to the other party, "Take it, you don't have to refuse, you can still think of me at that time, which means that you are a good person." ”

"Alas, can't you eat it?" asked Huangfu Wushuang, taking the steamed bun.

"I don't eat this kind of food, it will make the body produce too many impurities. She didn't lie, and continued to meditate.

The six people watched Huangfu Wushuang eat three steamed buns by himself, and they were very envious; Chenxi divided the steamed buns, and sure enough, according to the meaning of the flail, they did not give it to Xue Mao. But Xue Mao swaggered and snatched the steamed buns from Jin Xiaobaodi, "You fat man, it's okay if you don't eat it for a month, give me the steamed buns, hahaha." Jin Xiaobao's eyes were full of grievances, but he couldn't resist, so he had to choose a corner and sit in the shadows.

In this regard, Flama Lan ignored it, after all, more things are better than less things, it is better to seize the time to understand these exercises and combat skills of his own.

At night, Di Soul was really bored, so he took the initiative to ask to enter the palace, and Xuelan also wanted to follow, and Flail simply put the Kunwu Sword into the palace.

The next day, there were obviously a lot more fights outside the cave, and the others understood that this was a selection, and those who couldn't stand it, or who failed in the battle were the losers;

From time to time, it is a slap or a kick, just to provoke the other party so that he can fight with him, but Jin Xiaobao is submissive, which reminds Lan of Jin Dabao.

"Da Bao, Xiao Bao, these two can't have anything to do with each other, right?"

The sun rises and sets, Xue Mao has become more and more excessive in the past few days, and he has played more and more gold treasures, "Dead fatty, don't you have any fucking backbone?"

"You!" Jin Xiaobao just said one word, immediately stopped talking, and continued to shrink into the shadows.

Xue Mao, who felt bored, could only turn around and return to his team, "Chenxi, you come." Flail said.

"Brother Flai, you say. Dawn walked quickly to the side of the flail.