To achieve mastery in fingering, it is not a matter of one or two days, but requires a lot of practice. If you want to do it overnight, it is absolutely impossible. It is not easy to do this.

The complicated fingering and control that is accurate to the millimeter, even if Feng Ming's comprehension is amazing, when he cultivates, he also feels his scalp tingle. And Liulan groped his way over step by step. Feng Ming sighed to himself, and the admiration in his heart was even greater.

Feng Ming looked at the beating ten fingers in his eyes, as if he felt that there was a piano in front of him, and his ten fingers were quickly stirring the strings, making a pleasant sound, or like a juvenile warbler, or like a cheerful stream, or like a galloping horse, or like a crazy sea,......

Feng Ming listened to the beautiful rhythm with his ears, as if he heard the pulsation of nature. At that moment, Feng Ming was intoxicated!

Studying and cultivating is an extremely boring thing, and it often makes people feel lonely. Most people are unbearable and unable to persevere. In essence, boredom and loneliness are just a kind of appearance, as long as the mind is quiet and immersed in it, it has infinite fun. And the miracle of life was born.

As the path of the mind goes deeper and wider, it embodies miraculous effects in all aspects: the elimination of inner demons, the accommodation of suffering, the assistance of actual combat, and the assistance of cultivation,......。 The heart is not directly reflected in strength, but it is imperceptibly changing everything in his life, allowing him to get out of the pain and paranoia of narrow-mindedness, listen to the beauty of life, see the wonder of life, and feel the brilliance of life,......

Feng Ming withdrew from that mysterious realm, and he was surprised to find that his ten fingers were much more agile than before he had not cultivated the "Flowing Cloud Flying Finger". Similar to the cultivation under the "epiphany", it has a significant effect, and it is not as difficult as imagined to temper the complex and accurate "Flowing Cloud Flying Finger" to proficiency, and it will not take as long as expected to achieve the artistic conception of flowing clouds and water.

The unique state of concentration makes all difficulties and obscurities easily solved. Feng Ming's face was full of surprise, was it a unique state of concentration, a state similar to "epiphany"? He seemed to be getting into such a state more and more easily. Epiphany is hard to find, it is a kind of sudden enlightenment after accumulation of time, and it will allow the warrior to step into a higher level of life after an epiphany. A special state of concentration like Feng Ming is just like "Epiphany", it can't achieve the amazing effect of "Epiphany", but the effect it produces is much higher than the effect in the normal state. This is the huge surprise that "Xinlu" brought to him.

Feng Ming laughed a few times, that was a bit silly! He thought of an interesting question, when his "Liuyun Flying Finger" was completed, he was afraid that he would be able to become a master of Fuqin. Master of music, how elegant!

The sound of the piano is ethereal, the hollow valley is clear, the falling flowers and flowing water, and the drunken moon is flying.

That elegant scene echoed in his heart, it was exactly what he had always been fascinated by, it was the dream of his youth.

Elegance! A word that I cherished most when I was a teenager. If it weren't for the cultivation of "Flowing Cloud Flying Finger" today, he would have occasionally felt it, and he would have forgotten this word.

Elegant! elegant! Feng Ming whispered. There is no such word in his life anymore, Feng Ming's nose is slightly sour, this word was buried by his own hands, and at the same time as burying this word, he also buried his other self with his own hands. It was a self in the depths of his soul.

Alas, maybe you should go and buy a piano! Feng Ming sighed lightly, but then laughed at himself, thinking too much, the west courtyard and the piano in his heart do not match, the west courtyard has a piano, but it is not elegant, but killing.

Feng Ming's eyes turned from soft to fierce, and the West Courtyard could not tolerate sentimentality. He embarked on a hellish journey of cultivation.

Burn the body with fire!

Divine Sense Tempering!

Flying Fingers!

Expand your mind!

The four uses of divine sense, the limit of what he can cultivate at the same time. This kind of cultivation method can be called terrifying! Feng Ming is indeed ruthless enough. Incinerating the body with fire and cultivating with divine consciousness is an extremely cruel cultivation method, each of which is torn and painful, and the Flowing Cloud Flying Finger is extremely complicated. Now he is torn, the great pain, and the complexity is mixed in, which is to throw himself into the eighteen layers of hell to temper, and then be reborn from the fire.

This was the first time Feng Ming had carried out such a terrifying cultivation, and he had upgraded his original painful cultivation again, and he had raised it to the limit in one go. And his reliance is the ability of the mind to accommodate.

He knew very well in his heart that there would not be much time left for him to cultivate. A sharp knife hung above his head, and he wanted his life all the time. The other students of the Western Academy, the mentor of the Western Academy, the demon beast of the Blood Killing Original, and what made him feel most disturbed was the appearance of the Semi-Martial God Realm.

The Half-Martial God Realm is too terrifying! With his current strength, in front of the Half-Martial God Realm, he is an ant. Rao is a good schemer, and he can't think of any way to break this game. In the face of absolute strength, strategy is vain. All he can do now is to bury his head and work hard to improve his strength. As for how to break the game, he can only take one step at a time.

Another thing that disturbed him was the end devouring two years later. Two years, the time is too short, if it were not for the existence of the perfect zone, two years, it would pass in the blink of an eye. For high-level martial artists, a retreat, two years will flash. Even if there is a perfect zone, it will not accumulate a lot of time.

There was no way out for him to retreat, and he had to rush out of one way.

Whirring, clanging, and sizzling sounds, came out of Feng Ming's body, and Feng Ming's body became an out-and-out casting room. Such a voice came from the body, and it was terrifying to the extreme!

But Feng Ming's face did not appear unusual, and there was not a trace of sound in his mouth, his ability to bear pain had reached an unimaginable level.

Feng Ming's body is undergoing terrible changes, his skin has lost its luster, and his body is drying up. An area of the Shenhai in the body was scattered, and various tortures were staged in turn. His dry fingers flickered regularly. Everything was embraced by his big heart. Fengming is creating miracles with life.

When such cultivation reaches a certain limit. Then devour. The dark air currents in the Divine Sea sprung up endlessly, entering the flowers of the other shore, and the flowers of the other shore at the same time released a more refined dark air flow to repair the broken Divine Sea. In the body, Gangyuan shuttled, blending with bones and muscles, those bones and muscles were like a long-term drought, devouring those Gangyuan, Fengming's body gradually plumped up, like a balloon slowly inflating. until it returns to a jade luster.

From hell to heaven, it doesn't seem far away. Feng Ming once again created the miracle of his own life. Everything comes from stress, and the miracle of life is often forced out.

Next, it's another trip to hell.

In the days that followed, Fengming kept going back and forth between destruction and reconstruction, reconstruction and destruction. Hell alternates with heaven.

When the Gang Yuan in his body reached the point where he could no longer incinerate the impurities, Feng Ming stopped this terrifying round of cultivation. He exhaled heavily. Immediately, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

His perseverance, tenacity, and endurance reached a terrifying level, but such a terrifying cultivation still made him feel exhausted. Feng Ming fell asleep in an instant.

Sleeping in the perfect zone, Feng Ming is probably the first person in the ages. If you let the other students know, Feng Ming will definitely drown in spit. But for Feng Ming, it's really not the time to care, what he wants is the time in the perfect zone.

One day in the Perfection Zone is equivalent to twenty days outside, and there is the most mysterious time attribute here, which is the most magical thing in the cultivation area. This is something that even Lin Feng, the owner of the time attribute, is far from being able to do. In other words, the extraordinary power of arranging this area is far higher than Lin Feng in the use of time attributes. It can be seen that the more martial arts are cultivated to a high and profound realm, the more unfathomable they become.

Feng Ming is using extremely expensive kill value to buy the most precious time. There is nothing more precious in the world than time, and there is no such thing! An inch of time and an inch of gold, this sentence does not measure the value of time. Time is priceless!

Here, it can be bought with kill value, which is indeed a great value. For Feng Ming, sleeping in the outside area is the biggest waste. Here, a day is only one-twentieth of what it is outside. Earn a fortune!

And the cultivation of one way, one by one, any martial artist understands. After a wave of terrifying cultivation, Feng Ming slept and was definitely the right choice. As the saying goes, sharpening a knife is not wrong for a woodcutter.

When Feng Ming was falling asleep, Ji Zhu played himself miserably.