There was nothing wrong with Cybertan raising his ancestor, but it was only two days later that he discovered the problem.

He seems to have the feeling that Master Sun Wukong is watching Sun Monkey grow, and to be honest, the other party's personality is a little scared to him. ``x`

He named the two weapons "Warrior's Blood" and "Solemn Oath...... I thought it would be a nice name, why did I come up with such two nonsense names? But these two are nothing, although they are bigger than Ivan, Nokia or something...... Much more serious.

"O warrior's blood and solemn oath...... I don't know if these two things that are casually fished out of the blacksmith shop will be regarded as sacred treasures after many years and will be pursued over and over again. Aha, how stupid is that?"

Cybertron trains grandson monkeys...... Well, on the tenth day of the little ancestor, he really felt that something was starting to change.

On the first day, he wanted to pick up the lightest weapon with both hands and dance, and he was as tired as his grandson.

On the third day, he wanted to pick up the lightest weapon with both hands and swing it, and start playing like his son.

On the fifth day, he wanted to pick up two weapons with two hands and wield them, as simple as Lao Tzu gave orders.

He has lived a life of beating his little ancestor for ten days, and now he has begun to look like himself. Although he was still beaten by himself, he seemed to have changed from being beaten in a vague way to being beaten in good spirits.

"Poof!-" Unceremoniously kicked his ancestor's stomach, not afraid to kick the other party's petite figure into a problem. The ancestor who had been kicked flew out sideways, slammed into a tree and stopped.

Because it was too bloody to beat his own ancestors, and some ******...... No, anti-creature. Even the minotaur couldn't stand the way he beat the other party - in fact, this was the way his wife beat himself, and he could still keep his hand. But the outsiders couldn't stand it, so he took the poor boy to a wooded place outside the city and beat him.

Anyway, the woods outside the city are inevitable - it's really gratifying that there are trees outside the city in this era.

"Hmm...... It's very gratifying. Cybertron looked at the Immortal King (miniature version) who was convulsing on the ground, and Cybertron sighed, "You're growing up really fast - you haven't fainted now, are you? ”

Hearing Cybertron say this, the little ancestor of the old fritter scolded his mother and got up. One of the two eyes was bleeding from the corner of the eye, and he pointed at Cybertron with a hundred hammers in his hand and said, "There is a kind of one more time!"

"Well, I guess you won't make much progress if you go on like this. All the fighting techniques I've taught you look like they've memorized. "Cybertron was surprised, but this was his ancestor, and his comprehension ability was astonishing, and the speed of progress was simply amazing. It's almost catching up with the super speed at which monkeys have evolved into humans, and it's a pseudoscience: "As a berserk war, it seems that it is preliminarily qualified, and it can be used as cannon fodder on the battlefield." ”

“...... I can get stronger!--that's just the beginning, I ......"

"I know, I know, it's okay, you're really young, so the possibilities await you in the future. I'll have to stay away from you until I'm twenty-five—because you'll be able to kill me by then. Cybertron laughed and patted the other man on the shoulder, almost smashing him into the dirt - yes, this is what his ancestors did to him!

"I will never do such a thing!" "The little ancestor who was smashed into the soil said sternly in the soil with a childish face, "If I do anything that is unfavorable to the master, let me ......"

"Don't swear so much!" Before the other party could finish speaking, Cybertron slapped the other person in the mouth, causing the other party to vomit blood and fall to the ground.

Violent education methods can indeed educate good soldiers: "Why do you usually swear indiscriminately as a hobby? Tell me that if you want to swear in the future, you will swear in a useful place, and you are not allowed to talk nonsense casually! Don't you know that there are gods in your head, what if this world is so unreliable, what if it becomes true?

Obviously, you will not be able to do anything to me in the future, and it is a fait accompli - I am not going to swear to you!

"Stand up if you're not dead—most of the fighting techniques you've learned are nothing more than berserk warfare, aka silk warfare within silk warfare. Cybertron compared it with a little finger and said dismissively: "There are three kinds of warriors, the first type: **silk warfare." The second type: the warrior, and the third type: the warrior. The vast majority of the warriors in this world are all ** silk warfare, and they work hard and hard to find their dreams in this world full of magicians. But you can only practice the output loop given to you by others all day long, charge over and slash, and then you can wait for death. If the opponent is ruthless, you will die directly in the way of the charge. The so-called charge does not cut the monster, plunges headlong into the pile of enemies, dies without penny, and the life of a perfect warrior. ”

"Uh......" It was clear that the little Immortal King was going to say something.

"The second type is the real warriors, they get their equipment, they go to battle, they are invincible. They are truly battle-hardened warriors, and although they can't do it with one against two, they can still do it with one against one. It is a hero, like a dragon, who can be big and small, can rise and hide, big is clouds and mist, small is hidden and hidden, ascend and soar between the universe, and hide in the waves. Although these warriors are brave enough to move forward, the most important thing for them is to survive. In other words, they saw the Dharma Master and knew how to run. So, they live long because they know to hide. ”

"Uh, Master, I ......"

"The third type is the war master. Cybertron spoke of his dreams in a tone of infinite yearning: "The War Masters never bother to run away, they can make everyone tremble with a roar, and the roar of battle makes their blood boil." With both hands, you can pick up two giant two-handed weapons that resemble a board, wielding them as easily as feathers. They don't care about any equipment because their bodies are their capital. The whole body is not afraid of any magic, and with a shout, he jumps into the crowd of enemies in the distance, and with two flesh hands, he can destroy all enemies. In less than three seconds, all the enemies in front of him either ran away or died!"

“......”

Speaking of this, Cybertron looked at the little ancestor in front of him, and then sighed, he probably didn't have this ability in his life, he didn't have it before, it wasn't now, and it won't be possible in the future. But...... There is probably only one warrior in this world who can do this, the Immortal King, right?

In the end, it is the warrior who saves the world.

"Now. Cybertron pointed to the other man's face, then to his own and said, "I'm going to teach you some combat skills that can really come in handy." Well...... Of course, in the end, there may only be one left...... Let me ask you, what do you think is the most important thing for a fighter?"

"Uh......" was beaten in a big way, and now he raised his hand and asked himself such a question.

"Warriors need ...... Need strength?"

"Wrong!" Cybertron shook his head.

"Faith?"

“...... Then you will die. "This is the life of a warrior.

“...... Spiritual?"

", do you want a warrior to dry your spirit?" Cybertron was furious, and he couldn't teach his son!

After asking for a long time, the other party didn't answer a reason.

"There is only one thing a warrior needs - charge! Charge must not stop! Either the enemy dies or you die! You know, you are fragile to death! But you cannot die!" Cybertron took the two holy swords in his hand and pointed to the ...... in front of him A row of waist-thick trees. He took a deep breath - yelled twice, and rushed over unceremoniously.

"Whew!"

Then little Bourqueso was messy in the wind, and his master staged a great drama that he could not accept at all now. The whole person rushed over like a chariot, crushing everything in its path and smashing it to pieces. The two holy swords in his hand are like a raging wave of steel, sweeping through the **Eight Desolations!

It doesn't seem to require any other skills. All you have to do is rampage against one person - let alone a person, even steel can be turned into iron slag if it is hit like this, ......right? Is it true that charging and slashing like this has no effect on the body?