In the path of cultivation, talent, inheritance, and hard work are indispensable.

Talent is the premise, and the premise means that without this, nothing else is mentioned. Inheritance is the foundation, without this foundation, no matter how good the talent is, it can only be buried like ordinary people. Hard work is the element, without this element, no matter how good the talent and inheritance, it can only be blind.

But even if the talent, inheritance, and hard work are all satisfied, at most they can only guarantee to reach the position of a ninth-level apprentice. Further up, any step involves a lot of inexplicable things.

This is true of the ninth-level promotion method, and even more so of the high-level promotion method.

Even, the gray-robed mage was full of will before, but now that he saw the situation and path of the archmage, he actually let out a deep sigh that was close to helplessness.

Sharjah also sighed, not only for the old man, but also for himself, but also for all the magicians on the mainland.

With the help of Xiaoyou, they still feel so difficult to see the road clearly, and what do those magicians who can't see the road think in their hearts throughout the ages?

Especially those high law people, who can step by step to the position of the high law, and the conditions they have are needless to say, but year after year, in exchange for only disappointment again and again, when the years pass year by year, when the body is unstoppably moving towards old age, they

What's in your mind?

Sharjah remembered the story that Xiaoyou told the day before yesterday, when Kaspersky was on the top of Mount Ramour, looking at the scene of the sunset full of fire: "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk." ”

Such straightforward words made so many magicians in the field who had cultivated all their lives cry at that time, and some even cried loudly, just because this sentence hit the deepest pain in their hearts?

So a hundred years later, will he let out such a sigh?

Thinking of this, Sharjah sighed lightly again, but immediately, he said in his heart: "Xiaoyou, at the age of thirteen, can accumulate month and day after day when cultivation has no effect, how can I inferiorly him too much?

The three old men were out of breath, and they all came back in a wolf.

Before the thin old man could sit down, he opened his mouth and scolded: "Shameless thing, two) bastards bullied your uncle), and in the end, wasn't he beaten like an undead by Lao Tzu?"

"I'm like an undead now, at most, like your old boy, we've always been like the undead!"

"I'm going to sleep, you two old guys don't make a noise. The other side of the three-way battle, lying down on a boulder at this time, said half-dead.

"Senior, please rest assured to sleep, our next martial arts discussion will definitely be very quiet, and it will not make noise for you. Sharjah said with a smile.

"Martial arts discussion, what are you discussing?" The old man of Bud, who was still looking like a living dead just now, heard Sharjah's words, turned his bones up, sat on the boulder and looked at Sharjah condescendingly and said.

"Discuss a ball, you kid is just a garbage fourth-level martial artist, you come to discuss martial arts?

"It's true that I'm a fourth-level martial artist, but Xiaoyou is not. "Sharjah sacrificed his killer copper.

"Oh, did Fang Tian Xiaoyou talk about martial arts?" said the gray-robed mage with a moving expression.

You can't blame him for looking moved. You must know that the inheritance of magic is precious, but the requirements of the magician's own conditions cannot be ignored either. Even with the top-level inheritance, it doesn't mean that anyone can cultivate to a mage.

But martial arts are different! Although martial arts also require the body of martial artists, it is really trivial compared to magic.

And in terms of the huge number of warriors on the mainland...... , the inheritance of martial artists, can bring much greater influence than the inheritance of magic!

Even the gray-robed mage was moved, not to mention the three martial artists in the field.

The thin old man jumped over at once, pinched Sharjah more than ten meters away like a chicken, put it in a circle of five people, asked him to sit down against a big stone, and asked: "Boy, if you have something to say, don't blame me for beating you up again!"

Sharjah was tossed and rolled his eyes, where did he dare to let him beat him again? Hurriedly said: "Listen to a few adults, Sharjah is coming." ”

The next moment, Sharjah told the story of a one-armed warrior, and when he told that the warrior had his arm cut off and gave a long speech, the thin old man writhed numbly, interrupting him, saying, "Where did this warrior come from?

Although the gray-robed warrior and the old man Bard did not speak, looking at their expressions, it was obvious that they also agreed with the thin old man's words.

Sharjah sighed deeply and softly: "He is not a dramatist, his name is destined to shake the entire continent." ”

The way he looks now, the tone of his voice, "The rock is better than Fang Tian, and the appearance of the owe is so flat that a few old men are itching, and they can't wait to beat this kid up immediately, which is also how Sharjah feels about the sky many times."

But the story continues, and listening to this kid's tone, what is there to be very interesting behind? A few old men had to shift the itch in their fists to the anticipation of the story.

Next, the wonderful thing happened, the child shoe was chased and killed, fell off the cliff, and then hung on a big pine tree without dying.

This is definitely a classic fragment of a certain type of novel that Fang Tian has read, but after hearing it, several old men expressed their opinions one after another, and criticized and scolded them from all angles.

Sharjah just smiled faintly, feeling that the expression and gesture he had learned from his little friend were really wonderful, especially when he was about to say such a paragraph next.

When the three old men finished their rebuttal and looked at Sharjah with slanted eyes, Sharjah continued the story, and then said lightly and lightly the sentence engraved on the nameless tombstone that the one-armed warrior saw: "The sword demon is invincible in the world and is invincible in the world, but buries the sword in Si." Woohoo! The heroes are tied up, the long swords are empty, and they are not sad!"

"Dugu seeks defeat, I cǎo, how can someone have such a name? Isn't he afraid that he will be hacked to death as soon as he goes out?" said the thin old man.

"Maybe he's been hacked to death!" The gray-robed warrior was still scolding the thin old man just now, and at this time he decisively switched sides and supported his old friend with iron.

"The words, and the name, are so crazy that I don't like them. Old Man Bard shook his head, equally unequivocal.

Sharjah still smiled faintly, and said in his heart, if you can still do this............ If you're still so handsome, I'll get back today!(To be continued.)