"Boy, hurry up and use all your cultivation to destroy the mental method.

Otherwise, don't think that the old man's three years of skill don't seem to be much.

Then you have to look at the depth of the instiller's skills, Deadwood Tong gave you five years of skill last time, and in terms of the strength of the skill, it is not worth half a year's skill of the old man.

So, squeeze your instantaneous thing. When the time comes, don't blame Lao Tzu for dying. Redbeard's stern warning sounded in his ears.

"I'm grass, so violent?"

Tang Wen was taken aback, he didn't dare to desert again, and went all out to destroy the 'Tianhe Divine Wood Jue' guide, absorb and refine it......

Suddenly, the red-bearded Zhenyuan was guided to the dantian.

Tang Wen felt that the small sapling in the dantian began to grow wildly, and the third and fourth pieces grew...... The Fifth Piece ...... Foliage.

The pole felt three inches long, and began to branch out some tender branches......

"Boy, everyone's skills are the same. However, there are some differences.

If there is a serious rejection of your strength, you may explode and die if you collide, scuffle, or control it in your dantian.

This is why many elders do not dare to instill skills in the juniors. That's because the success rate of opening the top Dafa is only one percent, and if you don't understand it, only one out of ten open tops will succeed, and you will be injured at least and lose your life at worst.

Therefore, you must be good at seeking common ground while reserving differences, grasping the similar skill attributes of you and me to absorb and refine, and expelling the opposing attributes.

Otherwise, staying in the body is not breaking out for the time being, and it will be a bane after all, and once there is an opportunity to conflict, it will still kill you.

This is a good shortcut, but there are a lot of after-effects. Redbeard said.

"The cultivation of the predecessors should be the true yuan, and the kid is now in the 'acquired period'.

What is cultivated in the body is internal qi.

Compared with true qi, internal qi is not at the same level at all.

The skills of my predecessors are too high-level, how can I seek common ground while reserving differences? Tang Wen hurriedly asked.

"There is no specific method for this, it can only be done by luck.

You have to try to capture and feel the similarities absorbed.

Leave out the dissimilar things, otherwise, if there is a specific induction method, everyone can open the top empowerment. Redbeard said.

However, Tang Wen felt very puzzled.

Because, apart from feeling that it was too hot, he didn't feel that the heat had any conflict with his internal qi.

It seems that there is only 'sameness' and no 'difference', what is the reason for this? So he told Redbeard what he felt.

"Confused, you don't feel it, it means that your sense of capturing power is very dull, and this is quite dangerous.

Because, if you don't feel 'different', as a result, you will absorb and refine it in one go.

Of course, the power of the opposition is not willing to be refined and absorbed by you, and when the time comes, there will be conflicts, and then you will be in danger. Redbeard said sternly.

"I'll feel it again." Tang Wen was a little anxious, and once again carefully destroyed the gong, divided, and captured......

However, apart from the unbearable heat, there is no other feeling than discomfort.

"Senior, I still can't feel it. Otherwise, you should stop it. Tang Wen was anxious.

"It's late, stop now, you're dying faster.

I've been controlling my power output for three years, and I'll be fine right away.

Dead or alive, you kid ask for more blessings. Redbeard hummed.

In fact, this guy was also surprised. Because, as a master, as a senior.

You should also be able to feel the conflict between Tang Wen's internal qi and your own true qi, and at that time, you can make adjustments to meet the needs of Tang culture's internal qi.

However, Redbeard did not feel repulsed, let alone conflict.

Therefore, Tang Wen asked, he could only sell the old according to the old.

At this time, Tang Wen saw the popularity of Redbeard's head.

The one next door, so big.

That's the size of an egg! Moreover, the popularity is red, like a red-hot ferrochrome.

The next moment, the popularity turned into a red-bearded villain, and the villain was puzzled, as if something had not been solved.

The next moment, the red-bearded villain gritted his teeth, as if he had made some decision, and his popularity became even more popular.

At the same time, Tang Wen found that the scorching air flow into his body was thicker than before, and he felt more pain.

Tang Wen's whole body was verbose, shaking like a pendulum.

"Senior, you seem to have increased your skill indoctrination?" Deadwood was startled and quickly reminded in a whisper.

"Give him a little more." Redbeard replied casually.

"Tang boy is blessed, but you have to pay attention to whether he can stand it." Deadwood said with a look of envy.

"The old man has his own measure, get out of the way, don't make noise here." Redbeard snorted, and Deadwood didn't dare to ramble any more, and retreated to the corner to meditate.

"The blessing of fart, Lao Tzu is testing how much he can devour. Why is there no rejection? What does death have to do with me? In fact, Redbeard was scolding in pain.

Three hours later, Redbeard finally finished his work.

And Tang Wen's whole body seemed to be thrown into the red mist, and his skin was like a newborn baby, very ruddy.

Redbeard watched intently, as if he didn't want to let go of any reaction.

After another hour, the red mist that emerged from Tang Wen's body became less and less, until it disappeared completely.

Tang Wen breathed a long sigh of relief, blew a breath, and he stood up, "Thank you, senior." ”

"Success?" Redbeard asked.

"It's successful, I've stepped into the fourth grade." Tang Wen said with a grateful face.

"I haven't embarrassed Lao Tzu, I didn't tell you how profound Lao Tzu's three years of skill are." Redbeard said.

"Of course, of course." Tang Wen nodded again and again.

Of course it's a fart, Lao Tzu spent ten years of hard work...... you......

Tang Wen found that the popular villain with the red beard seemed to be in extreme pain, and was hysterically pointing at himself and scolding his mother.

What's wrong with the old man?

Said to give three years of skill, but gave it and felt distressed? Childish.

Tang Wen's heart moved, and he took out another hundred bottles of wine and said, "The seniors have worked hard, this is an extra gift." ”

"You're pretty sensible, get out." Redbeard took away the wine and waved away.

When Deadwood saw it, he immediately stood up, hugged his fist at Redbeard, and quickly left with Tang Wen.

"It's strange, the senior seems to be very angry." Walking out of the mangrove forest, Tang Wen said puzzled.

"Hehe, he's sure to give you more than three years of skill." Deadwood laughed.

"I also think it's strange, it seems like a lot." Tang Wen nodded.

"You're lucky, and I don't know why he wants to give you more skill.

Still, it's good that you're okay. Otherwise, you will have to die alive.

According to common sense, although his skills are profound, three years of skill is not enough for you to cross a big realm, and the fifth grade will enter the fourth grade.

If it's across a small realm, it can be done.

In the great realm, you have at least seven or eight years of skill. If it were me, even if I gave you fifteen years of skill, I might not be able to make you cross the great realm.

Moreover, the instillation of power is very costly for the caster.

Therefore, the average senior is reluctant to give his skills to others. "Deadwood passages.

"Could it be that my predecessors have given me ten years of skill, so I feel pain." Tang Wen was stunned and said.

"Haha, it's possible. Old boy, it's okay to make you hurt, who told you to yin Tang boy so much wine. Deadwood said viciously.

"Senior, this is a little bit of me, please accept it." After arriving home, Tang Wen took out another 300 bottles of wine and gave them to Dead Mutong.

However, Dead Mutong took out the spirit stone, and Tang Wen did not accept it.

"I won't take your things for nothing, so how many spirit stones do you have on you?" Deadwood asked.

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