A piece of firewood was thrown into the air by Purple Mania, and the perception quickly surrounded it, Zimad closed his eyes, then jumped up, swinging his axe and quickly chopping in the direction of the firewood.

With that, the firewood changed from one to two.

Three pieces,

Four pieces,

・・・

One hundred pieces,

One hundred and one pieces,

・・・

At the same time, Purple Mania's perception was also slowly refined, sticking to each piece of firewood one by one.

At this time, slowly, Purple Mad found that the consumption of perception was also increasing with the increase in the amount of firewood, and the speed of consumption was also accelerating!

If this continues, Purple Mad feels that after he has chopped the firewood, there is not much left of his perception!

After all, it's not just a feeling, but also to pay attention to the movement of each piece of wood, and in the end, these are a big problem to deal with!

Soon, after a while, Purple Maniac was about to reach the limit size of the firewood he had chopped just now, but now he felt that he still had the strength to spare!

Perception is not comparable to feeling!

With the help of perception, the firewood was noticeably much smaller than the little finger, and although it was not yet the size of a needle like Lang, it was already a great improvement.

Although, Purple Mad cheated.

After it was done, Purple Maniac thought about it carefully, hey, it's still easy to perceive!

It seems that there is no need to exercise control! You only need to exercise the power of perception, which is the same as the strength of control.

Thinking of this, Purple Maniac immediately threw down the axe, then returned to his stone house, hastily ate something and fell asleep.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, Purple Maniac had already dressed and ran all the way out of the Manniu tribe, and then quickly ran in the direction of the waterfall.

It didn't take long for Purple Maniac to reach the bottom of the waterfall, and without any other plans, Zimad still climbed to the top of the stone and began to bear the pressure of the current.

Reluctantly, the purple madness finally climbed onto the stone, and gradually the purple madness began to let himself sit cross-legged on the stone, because he couldn't control his body well, so the purple madness out of last night's experience, the purple madness opened up his own perception.

When the perception acts around the purple mania, he wants to control himself so that he can stay on the stone stably, but the purple mania finds that his perception has no control over his body at all!

Purple Maniac was completely stunned at this time!

Why!

Why is this happening!

Purple Maniac slowly slipped off the stone and stone, and his feet fell into the water, forming a wonderful contrast in the sound of the waterfall!

Why is it like this, according to what I thought last night, perception should control my body more subtlely, so that I can sit firmly on the stone, but now, why is it like this!

Purple Mad didn't frown, didn't scratch his head, didn't make a trace of other movements, just stood there like a wooden man.

It's just that all of a sudden, it was like a bolt of lightning slashing through Purple Maniac's mind!

Purple Maniac didn't hold back, jumped high, Zi Maniac didn't think of why such a simple question, Zi Maniac would not think of it!

That's right!

That's right, that's what it looks like!

It's not that Purple Maniac didn't know before, but he was limited by his own ideas before!

Perception is just perception, and he can't control his body at all, after all, he is formless, and he can't control something tangible.

So Zi Mad now thinks that he still has to exercise his control, not to mention, when he was chopping wood yesterday, his perception that has not increased for several days has increased slightly!

Now it seems that Zi Maniac has to work hard to exercise his control, and Zi Mad knows that his control is a big shortcoming! Maybe he will suffer here because of his poor control.

And once he returns to the spirit world, Purple Crazy is not so worried, in the Spirit Realm, he doesn't pay so much attention to control, if he pays attention to it, then Purple Madness's family will definitely arrange Purple Crazy to train in this area.

Will it be that way, the control of this spiritual power will also rise by then!

If that's the case, then he'll have a greater advantage over others in the spirit realm!!, Purple Mad thought to himself.

Even the purple maniac himself didn't expect that just because of refining his body under the waterfall here, he would have such a big harvest!

Purple Maniac was overjoyed in his heart, and reached out and punched the waterfall behind him, the water splashed on Zi Mania's face, but it couldn't extinguish the joy in his heart!

Then practice the basic skills now! Purple Mad secretly made plans in his heart.

Purple Maniac has now temporarily put aside the idea of refining his body under the waterfall, and instead wants to be a "woodcutter" first.

Purple Maniac is not going back to the firewood field of the Manniu tribe to help others chop firewood now.

Just chop wood, as long as there are trees.

Purple Mad took out his longsword from the spatial ring, held it in his hand, and then jumped onto the shore and walked towards the nearby trees.

Purple Madness walked to an unknown tree about the size of a basketball and stopped, touched the bark, and said, "It's almost you!"

Purple Maniac jumped and stepped on a few branches in a few times, so that the whole person was almost at the top of the tree, and then Zimad began to draw his sword.

I saw that Purple Mania took a long sword to the top of the tree and made a movement of the cloud in the basic swordsmanship, and then with the fall of the body, the Purple Maniac kept using the "splitting" and "teasing" moves in the basic swordsmanship, and when the Purple Mania landed, he looked at the tree again, and it had become as bare as a telephone pole.

Purple Mad looked at his masterpiece and pouted, he was still satisfied.

Then, the purple madness jumped up again, and after a series of swords, he only saw that the root of the tree was still in place.

The others were all chopped by the purple madness, one pick, one split, one pick, and all picked aside and neatly stacked.

"Not bad, it's pretty neat!" said Purple Maniac himself in praise.

In fact, this is also a kind of exercise control, splitting each section of firewood into exactly the same size, which requires the support of strong control!

Purple madness took back his perception back to his body when he went ashore, if he used perception, it would not be able to achieve the effect of exercise, and if he wanted to exercise his perception in the future, he didn't have to use this method, once he returned to the spirit world, it was much better than this method.

Purple Madness picked up a piece of wood with his sword, picked it up in the air, and then began the boring journey of chopping wood.

Soon, this day passed like this, Purple Mad didn't want to return to the Manniu tribe today, as early as daytime, Purple Mad found a cave near this waterfall, although it was not very big, but it was still very spacious for one person.

When you are hungry, you hunt, and when you are tired, you rest under the waterfall for a while, and when you are full of energy, you go to chop wood.

It went on like this for six or seven days.

Night, inside the cave.

Purple Mad was lying on a bed made of withered grass, his eyes closed, but he was not asleep, but thinking about something.

Now my control has improved a lot compared to before, as long as I can control it properly, sometimes I can also split the size of a needle.

And his strength has also improved a lot compared to before, which should be the credit of the waterfall, but it didn't cost him the play he played at that time.

・・・・・・

Purple Maniac thought about it, and slowly fell asleep.

The next day, when it was still dark, Purple Mad got up in the cave and staggered out of the cave, walked to the edge of the cave, washed his face, and walked in one direction casually.

Purple madness sped through the dense woods, faster than a native monkey.

But the purple madness is not far from the waterfall, and has always been in a general range. All the purple madness is doing morning exercises, and by the way, it's just to find out if there are any beasts or anything like that, for breakfast.

It didn't take long for the purple madness to return to the waterfall with the deer he had never known what kind of deer he had been doing, pick up the branches he had chopped down yesterday, and then light the fire, and put the whole deer on the fire and started the barbecue.

It's just that during the barbecue, Purple Mad didn't want to just look at the deer from the side, but walked to an unlucky tree, took out the long sword, and began to practice.

A tree.

Two trees.

Just like that, as the third tree was about to begin, a sweet aroma peculiar to barbecue wafted into Purple Maniac's nose.

Without thinking about anything else, Purple Maniac directly put the long sword into the storage ring, jogged to the side of the roasted deer, extinguished the fire, and started breakfast, after all, this was the first breakfast that Purple Maniac made for himself when he came to this world.

Quickly, Purple Maniac ate breakfast, and then lay on the ground with his back to the sky, looking at the clouds in the sky, and his mind was empty.

The reason why Purple Maniac didn't start cultivating right away was because when he was in the Zi family, there was a teacher who said to Zi Mad that he couldn't start cultivating right away as soon as he ate a good meal, otherwise it would be bad for his body.

Purple Maniac felt that it made sense at the time, and he never had the habit of moving just after eating a good meal.

In such a place where he couldn't be sure of his complete safety, Purple Maniac couldn't just lie on the ground with his mind free all the time.

Purple Mad suddenly thought for a while, since control is to control one's body, as well as the use of power, how much change can be made in one's own strength.

Thinking about it, Zi Mad wanted to test it right away.

So Zi Mad got up, walked to a tree with a diameter of about half a meter and stopped, then clenched his right hand into a fist, without any force on himself, and then punched, slamming a punch on the trunk of the tree!

Purple Mad let go of his right hand, and now there was a pit about three or four centimeters deep left on the trunk of the tree. But the tree stood firmly there, and there was no intention of falling.

Purple Mania raised his eyebrows, and thought to himself: I didn't expect my strength to increase so much in the past few days, even if there is no increase in spiritual power, but Purple Maniac is still very happy.

Then, Purple Maniac walked to the edge of another tree of about the same size, this time Zimad used his knowledge of control to control the power of the punch he had been controlling to gather on the trunk as much as possible, without being dispersed by it.

"Boom"

Purple Maniac smashed his fist directly into the tree.

And then, again, "boom"!