Wuqi looked at the various weapons and magic elements floating around him in surprise, and when he reached out and touched it, there was a brighter light on it, and a long list of words suddenly flashed in Wuqi's mind, which were the cultivation techniques contained in these weapons and various magic elements.

At first, he was still very interested in the spear, armor, and the six magic elements that he had never seen before, but it didn't take long for the smile on the corner of Wuqi's mouth to fade more and more. Because when he read the cultivation exercises contained in it in his mind again and again, he reluctantly found that although there were enough cultivation exercises here, they were not advanced. Including swordsmanship, magic, and heavy weapon cultivation techniques, every weapon and every ball of light floating around him here only contained cultivation techniques below the master level, and there were no cultivation methods at the Sacred Domain level, let alone god-level exercises.

Wuqi sighed a little depressedly: "Although there are many exercises here, they are too complicated. It is definitely not suitable for me to cultivate, if I want to cultivate with the goal of cultivating as a strong person in the Holy Domain, and if I don't concentrate on the cultivation of a set of exercises, and only seek more exercises and not strive for excellence, it is impossible to cultivate to become a strong person in the Holy Domain. ”

His words were just an unconscious sigh, but what Wuqi didn't expect was that as soon as he said this, an angry shout suddenly sounded in his ears, which was a strong and powerful baritone: "Nonsense! If you don't cultivate, how can you know that you can't step into the Sacred Realm? Not to mention the Sacred Domain, if you can truly integrate the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, the difficulty of cultivation at the beginning is much greater than that of a cultivator with a single exercise." But once you successfully step into the Holy Domain, you can become the king of the powerhouses of the Holy Domain, and if you reach the god level, you will definitely be the master of the gods. ”

Wuqi was suddenly startled, he quickly took two steps back, looked around, his eyes were empty, and he couldn't see a figure at all, and suddenly said a little nervously: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you are the owner of the Nameless Scroll. Strange to say, the voice was very angry at first, but after listening to Wuqi's questioning, it replied in a rather respectful tone.

What a smart man Wuqi is. As soon as he heard the subtle change in the tone of his voice, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, knowing that the other party would definitely not harm him, so he then asked, "Since you know who I am, then I now order you to show up quickly." ”

This time, Wuqi's question was not answered, but after a full ten minutes of silence, the previous voice sounded in his ears again. But this time, the voice was obviously very depressed, and he actually sighed and replied faintly: "I can't show up." ”

"What are you for? Aren't you the memory of the gods?" When Wuqi heard this voice, he suddenly remembered the appearance of the old immortal of the sword path in his mind, so he asked without thinking,

"Yes. But I don't have a human physical memory, and if the master insists on me to appear, I can only change into the master's appearance and appear in front of you. Because, you are the first to get into the balance. ”

"What do you mean by balance?" asked Wu Qi, puzzled.

"The balance is here. Balance is a different dimensional space where the techniques of balance are stored, and the meaning of the art of balance is a set of cultivation methods that perfectly combine the swordsmanship, bowing, spells, heavy weapons, fighting, animal taming and riding skills in all the practitioners' exercises to practice at the same time and balance the progress of these exercises in the body. ”

"And this kind of exercise, isn't this degree of difficulty several times greater than that of others?" asked Wuqi with some suspicion.

"Not bad. The degree of difficulty is not several times greater than that of a cultivator who cultivates just one exercise, but a full ten times higher. Moreover, at the beginning of cultivation, before stepping into the Holy Realm, a cultivator who cultivated the Balance Technique would be much weaker than a person who cultivated a technique at the same level. Because before stepping into the Sanctuary, those who practiced the art of balance did not have their own special moves, nor could they create their own special moves. You can only rely on the original stunts of these types of exercises in your body to use them systematically, but once you step into the holy realm, your strength will have a qualitative leap. This is because a person who cultivates the art of balance can completely imitate his opponent's tricks as soon as he steps into the holy realm, and as long as this cultivator has seen the opponent's tricks once, he can learn them immediately. This is where the cultivation of the Balance Technique is powerful, and after reaching the god level, you don't need to look at it at all, you can immediately comprehend all the tricks in these cultivation techniques in your body. Compared with the same kind of people who have also stepped into the god level, but only have one god-level trick, it is more than one or two grades stronger. ”,

This time, the voice spoke very slowly, and the tone was very peaceful, but Wuqi could hear it from the other party's word by word narration, and the other party seemed very excited, and from time to time he could feel that his voice was full of endless pride. Wuqi was also enthusiastic by the other party's explanations, and his heart was excited, and he thought to himself: Since this balancing technique is so powerful, then if I succeed in cultivation, wouldn't it be a hundred times more powerful than anyone else? No, it is very likely to be a thousand times, ten thousand times the strength.

"Then how long can you let me cultivate this technique?" Wuqi's eyes shot out of excitement, and he asked in an excited tone.

"Not long. As long as 5,000 years is enough. ”

"Five thousand years?" Wuqi was stunned for a moment. Not to mention five thousand years, he can't even live for five hundred years, and fifty years feels too long. If five years had passed, Wu Qi would have known very well in his heart that if he could cultivate into a Sacred Domain powerhouse who was even more powerful than his master within five years, wouldn't a cultivator who specialized in the cultivation of a martial art be able to emerge a Saint Domain powerhouse within a year or two? This was obviously impossible. There are only a handful of Saint Realm powerhouses in the Lanfa Continent today, and the only people he knows about are Sword Saint Abel and Dou Saint Uggins. Except for the two of them, they had never heard of anyone else who was a powerhouse in the Holy Realm.

Thinking of this, Wuqi suddenly felt that his thoughts were naïve and ridiculous. But he really wanted to cultivate sincerely, and five thousand years was really unrealistic for him. So, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "Then how long will it take for me to reach the peak of a junior cultivator when you cultivate this balancing technique, and how long will it take for me to break through the bottleneck and step into the threshold of an intermediate cultivator?"

"Half a month. No, if the master cultivates hard, it only takes three days to reach the peak of a junior cultivator. A week can allow the master to break through the bottleneck and improve the realm and enter the intermediate cultivator. The Art of Balance also has a nickname, the Soldier. ”

"Okay, then I'll practice!" It only took a week, and this answer made Wuqi very satisfied, and he quickly nodded and replied satisfied.

Although the pages of the book between the balance and the way of the sword are different, the method of entering is completely the same, of course, Wuqi's body is naturally still sitting in his treehouse, and what he really enters the page is only his own consciousness. A week later, Wuqi came out of balance with a depressed mood. After his body trembled slightly, his empty eyes suddenly regained their brilliance, but his eyes were not bright, but very dim, and even at a glance, the whole person looked unusually haggard and weak. The whole body seems to be enveloped in a thick layer of dead air, which makes people feel like they have crawled out of the pile of dead people.

"For what! for what! for what!!" asked three of them for what they were, and after smashing a punch on the wall of the tree house, his emotions slowly calmed down, but due to the punch being too strong, the finger bones broke after a crisp "click" sound under the punch just now. In normal times, Wuqi would have screamed because of the sudden stinging pain, but today he didn't make a sound, and he didn't even furrow his eyebrows.

How could a broken phalanx of his middle finger not hurt! It's just that he was completely used to it, and the week he had just spent was the most painful period since he was born. Not only did his body bump and bump in cultivation every day, there were a lot of injuries, but he also suffered unprecedented mental torture, but after just one day, he almost gave up because he couldn't stand this torture that he had never imagined. But in the end, he still persevered, in order to cultivate, in order to be able to improve his strength, in order to be able to be completely reborn, and no longer a wasted person, even if this week of time made him feel like a year, but he still endured it all the way.

But it backfired, and after a whole week of hard training, there was hardly a place on his body that was not scarred. There were more than a dozen places where his arms were burned and frostbitten, there were more than twenty places where the long sword was cut and pierced, and there were countless bruises pressed by heavy weapons, in short, after the week after the training, Wuqi's appearance was very different from before the cultivation. At a glance, Wuqi a week ago looked like a young master in a rich man's family, white and pure. But now Wu Qi has tattered clothes, unkempt hair, messy whole body, and black skin as if he has just been smeared with ink, just like a little beggar who begs for food all year round, looking extremely embarrassed. But if after this week's torture, he succeeds in his cultivation, then that's it, and he feels that the price is still worth it. Unfortunately, in the end, he failed. Not only has there not been the slightest improvement in strength, but there are even a hint of regression, which is where Wuqi's real inner pain is.

However, fortunately, his willpower is many times more tenacious than ordinary people, so he survived again under this thunderbolt-like blow on a sunny day. So, he turned the eleventh page in this complicated mood of extreme depression and anticipation for the next page of the Nameless Scroll.

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