Chapter 178 People soar in the vast, and eagles strike the sky

Of course, Fang Tian would not think that his charm was so amazing that even the eagles would "look the other way" at him, so why? Could it be ...... Does not xiǎo heart occupy its territory?

Fang Tian could only make such a guess, but if it really occupied its territory, it would be an enemy of life and death, and it would never be like this. So, this place, is this eagle's playground?

As the saying goes, "The dragon swims in shallow water and is played by shrimp, and the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs." There is also a saying, "Snakes have snake paths, and rats have rat nests." Taken together, these two sentences clearly show that creatures of all levels have their own domains, and creatures that are very strong in their own realm or even so strong that they are arrogant may be scum in other realms.

Therefore, sometimes in the world, "it's not a raptor but it's a river", but more often it's a "yīn ditch capsized boat", a super master with high martial arts skills that makes black and white frightened, when eating sheep ròu strings in a crowded food stall, he is not xiǎo heart is hit by the two gangs of people fighting, and a brick is smashed on the brain, and the result is hung up on the spot......

Fang Tian didn't want to be such an unlucky bastard, but since there was Sharjah, a universal machine, there was no danger, and this eagle was just having fun, not an enemy, so it was a good thing to have a Sky King as a trial opponent at this stage.

As for being ridiculed by this brute...... Then laugh at it......

Fang Tian decided to spit on himself and not bother with this damn guy.

So in the next few days, Fang Tian died and came back to life, living a life of ice and fire. On the ice side, the mouse does not have the capital to turn over under the cat's hands, in addition to being played nòng, it is still played nòng. On the fire side, Fang Tian was not stupid after all, under the strong pressure of his opponent, in the past few days, his physical and mental coordination and magic control were soaring upwards at a speed that made Sharjah staggering.

So much so that one day, when he saw Fang Tian being ravaged by that eagle again, Sha Jah even wondered why he hadn't encountered such a good thing in the first place, otherwise he could have become a ninth-level apprentice at least ten years in advance.

Fang Tian knew that this kind of training was beneficial to magic apprentices, but he didn't expect that the benefits could be so great. Knowing that the opportunity is rare, he increased his training.

In the past few days, an average of six to nine times a day up and down, Fang Tian was so tired that he couldn't be tired anymore, but after a night of meditation, the next day, his strength rose wildly, and after a few days of fighting in the void, he was already familiar with the fact that his feet had nothing to rely on, and his body was able to follow the spell with the help of the spell at will, whether it was horizontal or upside down, and he could make the most reasonable large-scale flash or drift with the help of the spell.

In the confrontation between the two sides, the eagle's means is to use its wings and mountain wind to exert its home advantage and create a violent wind like a landslide and tsunami, while Fang Tian's means of response is to use guò's induction and cào control of the elements, and incarnate himself into a leaf xiǎo boat, cháo rises, he also rises, cháo falls, he also falls, he never disobeys the big cháo, but just plays the kraft candy jīng god, and tries his best to synchronize with the various air currents and wind directions created by the eagle.

After doing this, although he was still at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the eagles and had no power to fight back, it became more and more obvious that he had a kind of atmosphere of "insisting on the green mountains and not relaxing, standing in the broken rocks, grinding thousands of blows and still being strong, and letting the east, west, south and north winds".

In xiǎololi's words, "my brother is becoming more and more handsome even in his running posture"

xiǎololi can only go up and down there three times a day, and after three times, she is carried back to the compound by Sharjah and thrown into a yào bucket, but when she wakes up after a sweet sleep or meditation, it is probably noon. So she would ask Sharjah to carry her over again, sit on the edge of the cliff, hold xiǎo chin in both hands, and watch Fang Tian be chased by the eagle there and jump with a flying dog.

Sometimes while watching, he also makes comments with Sharjah, such as "Brother is so handsome", "Brother is miserable this time", etc., quite like Fang Tian's previous life, when Xiǎonv was watching a Hollywood blockbuster in the theater accompanied by his parents, he almost held popcorn huā in his hand.

By the time Fang Tian finally freed himself from the jī flying dog jump and became retreating and orderly, a full eight days had passed.

In the past eight days, Fang Tian has learned a lot from this old opponent under the encirclement and suppression of the eagle, he has learned a lot about the clouds, he has learned about the clouds, and now, when he jumps down from the cliff with two big wings tied, he really has a bit of the style of a birdman. ,

In the past few days, xiǎololi has certainly not been idle, it should be said that Fang Tian's watch xiàn is a thorn in her jī. Seeing Fang Tian tying his big wings and flapping his wings into the void, doing aerial actions such as meteor flashes and big circles in various postures, this girl was very envious, and she couldn't wait to tie Fang Tian's pair of big wings to herself.

Under her pitiful begging, Fang Tian and Sha Jia really let her try, but the result was just a cup.

The three poles and the sixth level of the magic apprentice are all a watershed, and under the three poles, it is really not enough to see, tying the wings to xiǎololi, and when she jumps down with her wings open, the result is that the wings are tied and untied, and it is impossible to effectively combine spells with body movements.

The result was a thud, planted to the bottom, and let her dance with her hands, not even a huā in the air.

Retreating, xiǎololi incorporated the results of these few days into her forty-two dances. Every night, under the starry sky, on the ice rink on the south side of the martial arts training ground, you can see her soaring figure.

Fang Tian's actions during the day were implicated by the eagle, and more directly, under the oppression of the eagle, he became wild and unrestrained, and actions such as large flips and large-angle maneuvers emerged one after another, and xiǎololi was obviously deeply affected by this.

The result of the deep impact is that the xiǎololi on the ice rink, with the transformation of the harvest in the past few days, gradually becomes like a jīng spirit in the wind, uncatchable, but full of powerful beauty.

On this night, Fang Tian, who was sitting on the chair next to him with Sharjah as a spectator, watched xiǎololi's movements, and suddenly couldn't help but think of Gorky's famous "Song of the Petrel", and felt it in his heart for a while, and the next moment, he stood up from the bench and recited the poem aloud with the movements of xiǎololi in the field:

On the vast sea, strong winds gathered dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel flies haughtily like a black sè lightning. One moment its wings touched the bōlàng, the next it rushed straight into the dark clouds like an arrow, and it shouted......

...... The stupid penguin, cowardly hiding the fat body of Féi under the cliff...... Only the haughty petrel, bravely, and freely, flew on the foaming sea

...... Thunder roared. Bōlàng cried out in angry droplets, contending with the wind. Behold, the wind clung to the layers of giants and threw them against the cliff in hatred, smashing the massive pieces of jade into dust and splinters.

The wind roars...... Thunder roared......

Piles of dark clouds, like green flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash.

-- The storm is coming

This is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, and this is the prophet of victory crying out:

-- Let's make the storm more violent

Under the influence of the mood, Fang Tian did it in one go, without even the slightest pause or thought, and translated and recited this poem in the language of this world, with continuous rhyme.

When he first started reciting, xiǎololi was still a little strange, and even the movements in the field froze, but when he read a few sentences, xiǎololi became excited, and was dragged by the sentences he read, dancing.

When Fang Tian finished reciting it for the first time, xiǎololi seemed to forget about the ice rink, as if he had come to the vast sea full of dark clouds.

When Fang Tian finished reciting it for the second time, xiǎololi suddenly turned into a sea jīng spirit that she had never seen but could fully experience without needing to see.

When Fang Tian read it for the third time, when the last sentence "Let the storm come more violently" came out, xiǎololi had completely forgotten about it, and really regarded himself as a petrel, and used all his strength to face the storm and rush into the sky

In a trance, it seemed that she had grown wings, and xiǎololi faintly felt a "sigh" in her consciousness, and it was this feeling that made her wake up from the haze, and then, the next moment, the sudden high speed and lightness of her body made her seem to leave behind her the restraints that had always existed.

In the eyes of Fang Tian and Sha Jia, at this moment, it was as if they had seen a butterfly that had broken out of its cocoon, spreading its wings to face the wind.

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With tears streaming down his face, the long and lengthy second volume has finally come to an end, and the following is the third volume of "The Rainy Season in the South". Thank you for your continued tolerance and support, and in the future, I will try my best to give this book as much jīng color as possible to repay your support.