Chapter 163 The road ahead is in hand

The reason why a magician is a magician is because he has reached a certain degree of communication with the elements between heaven and earth. And when a small human body is connected to the vast elements of heaven and earth, it is easy to form a kind of aura unique to cultivators.

Or chic and elegant, or vast and far-reaching, or like the abyss stopping the mountains, or like thunder in the hand.

It's the wind, it's the water, it's the earth, it's the fire.

Through the extension of the elements, through the resonance with the elements, the pattern of the human body can be broken through, and slowly possess some vast patterns like heaven and earth.

Sharjah has only been a magician for a short time, and some of the psychology, behaviors, and habits of being a magic apprentice for decades have not yet been completely transformed into matching his own strength. But, after all, this transformation has already begun.

And after a night of precipitation, the madness and resentment of last night have long since disappeared.

How could a mage who was deeply embraced by the elements of heaven and earth be really impetuous?

It's just that when he saw the extremely hateful smiling face of the little bastard, the anger in Sharjah's heart rose sharply, and he wanted to punch out and completely knock the kid's nose down.

"Little friend, I don't know what's going on, my fist suddenly itches a little. Why don't you stand there and let me punch a few times?" Sharjah looked at Fang Tian and said softly and calmly.

"What?" Fang Tian was taken aback, and then he looked up at the sky, the weather was good.

I heard that some people will be in a bad mood when it is cloudy, and it is not cloudy on this day, so ...... Could it be that this senior has a few days every month?

"Seniors, this autumn is refreshing, how bad it is to move your hands and feet, why don't we talk about life and ideals?"

"Okay. Sharjah smiled.

He really wanted to see what the little bastard would say.

Or, will he talk about last night's breakout?

It's just that this gentleman is doomed to disappointment. Fang Tian didn't know what was going on last night, people's mood was originally good or bad, Fang Tian only thought that last night was when he was in a better mood and entered a better state. And, in that unusual state of relaxation, he rarely fell asleep in the process of meditation.

That's all.

When he got up in the morning, he neither gained three pounds nor risen to a level, but he just felt extremely comfortable physically and mentally, and this feeling was not unheard of in his previous life. It's just that it was an ordinary body at that time, and it wasn't as clear as it is now.

However, Fang Tian really had something to say to Sharjah.

At this time, the mind is extremely clear, and many ideas and concepts are like fish in clear water, clear and recognizable, clear and playable.

Fang Tian walked towards the bench and asked, "Senior, do you think it's better for me to be promoted to one level in ten years or one level in three years?"

Is it better to be promoted to one level in ten years or to one level in three years? Do you need three years to upgrade to one level? Sharjah saw that this kid was becoming more and more unpleasant, so he snorted and said, "The shorter the better." If you have the ability, you will be promoted to the next level in three months."

The reason why Fang Tian asked this question was because of some novels he had read in his previous life. Doesn't it be said in some novels that if you rise too fast, you will be unstable?

In his previous life, when Fang Tian saw a plot like this, he all scoffed. Damn, a billionaire, no matter how unstable his realm is, can he be worse than a tea egg seller?

However, in this life, when it was really his turn, Fang Tian still felt that it didn't hurt to ask.

After such a long time of communication and mutual communication, Fang Tian felt that questions like this should be something to ask.

Sure enough, Sharjah gave him an affirmative answer. Although this person's tone was not good, Fang Tian could be sure that this gentleman had given him a clear answer to the most critical question.

That's it.

Don't look at just such a sentence, but it can blow away the slightest doubt in Fang Tian's heart.

The doubt was not deep, but at some critical moment, it was enough to form a drag on him. As someone said in a previous life, "It is often not the distant mountains that make people tired, but a grain of sand in a shoe." ”

This is also the distress of not having a teacher. If there is a teacher for the most obvious questions like this, why do you need to ask people?

And so far, questions like this have only been asked to Sharjah.

Fang Tian was quite sure that if he asked Morrich or Pat a question like this, they would not dare to answer it. Because this question may seem simple, but in fact, it is a critical foundational question.

It's as simple as 1+1=2, and it's as critical as 1+1=2. ,

These days, with Sharjah, especially in the game of Go every day, Sharjah is certainly improving, and the progress makes Fang Tian lament, but in fact, he himself is also improving.

To play against this person, he must go all out, mobilize all his knowledge, consciousness, spirit, and energy, and press it on the chessboard. And this kind of pressure has made many of his thoughts and thoughts merge and improve.

In my previous life, playing chess was just playing chess, and after playing a game, my mind was tired.

But this life is different. Consciousness and spirit, every slight change affects communication with the elements. In this case, playing chess is not just about playing chess, but about the adjustment of consciousness and spirit.

Sharjah was like an extraction machine, and in the game with this person, Fang Tian gradually felt that his consciousness and spirit had been purified and purified.

Now, after receiving such a point, Fang Tian felt that the fifth and sixth levels, although they didn't know exactly when they could arrive, were indeed in the palm of their hands.

So he's in a good mood.

When the little pot friend who was in a good mood sat on the bench, he simply put his hands through the back of the chair and rested it behind him, and stroked up and down, saying while drawing: "Senior, I don't know where there is a slender and strong line?"

A relatively strong line of the slender length?

The rope is strong, but thick. The kind of silk thread that separates is so thin that it can be broken when it is pulled. "Little friend, how thin, how long, and how sturdy?" asked Sharjah.

As for what to do with such a line, Sharjah didn't ask, anyway, this little broken child was right under his nose, no matter what he did, did he still need to ask?

"It doesn't have to be too thin, it's about half the thickness of a little finger, and of course, it's better to be thinner, even if it's a hair. It's long, it's about 200 meters, and it's about as long as a kilometer. Sturdy, you can hang a big guy like Uncle Anderson. ”

Sharjah nodded.

He didn't know what line would meet these requirements, but old Mander certainly knew.

Still, curiosity rose in his heart. ――Can you just lift Anderson's big guy?

What the hell does this little guy want to do? Does it have anything to do with the waterfall over there?