Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 44: : How to use Wenbao correctly

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Wang Lu always talks about efficiency, and in the afternoon, he and Wen Bao agreed to meet at the Yanwu Stadium in Jinjifeng.

There are three Yanwu performance venues, the smallest of which is located near Tengyun Hall. It is a place for disciples to practice shortly before entry. On the flat open side, a row of spell-blessed red wooden men are neatly yarded. Monks can experiment with the various spells they learned on the wooden man.

When Wang Lu arrived, Wen Bao had been coming for a long time in advance and was practicing the black iron sword technique in the empty field. The fat fluttered and sweated like rain, which showed that he was seriously involved, but the fire stick was still not a rule, the sword momentum There is also a lack of the Xuan Tie Sword's unprecedented progress and decisiveness.

Wang Lu looked at it for a while and then shook his head: "Stop it. It's just a waste of time to practice like this."

Wen Bao grimaced: "But my qualifications are dull, if you don't work hard and practice ..."

"The route is wrong. The more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you are. You are already in the wrong team. Naturally, you will do more wrong."

"Ah?" Wen Bao was taken aback, "but I did practice according to the method taught by my brother, and I never changed it without permission."

"That means your brother is teaching you wrong, if he is right, why did you come to me?"

Wen Baolen said for a while: "Brother said what makes sense, then how should I practice it?"

Wang Lu ’s first two steps, Ziwei Soft Sword remotely pointed to Wen Bao: "Come and me two tricks first."

Wen Bao hesitated for a moment, and lifted his sword like a burning stick, and shouted at Wang Lu with a roar.

Wang Lu did n’t shy away. He took a sword with the Rouyun sword. The fat man ’s strength of 10% was suddenly resolved by seven points. Although the remaining three points made Wang Lu back three steps, he failed to disturb him. The sword power of the law can't cause any substantial damage to Wang Lu.

Wen Bao was not discouraged, followed by a sword as a chest piercing, Wang Lu blocked sideways, but this time it was half a step, Ziwei sword came out, all the strength was put aside, but the fat man Unsteady footing, staggering a few steps. The fat man wanted to turn around and fight again, but Wang Lu was not interested.

"Enough is enough, do you know where you lost?"

Wen Bao heartily praised: "Brother Swordsmanship is brilliant, I can't match it."

"Gao Ming's fart is nothing more than martial arts, but your profound iron swordsmanship can drive earthly spirits, and it is indestructible and stable like Mount Tai. Yun Jian wants to be smart. "

"Brother Xiong is advanced, even the ordinary martial arts ..."

"You are a ninth-quality monk who praises me for the second-grade body training?"

Wen Bao was immediately confused: "This ..."

"On strength, you are at least ten times stronger than me, on speed, we are half a catty, and the only thing I have is nothing but calmness of blood and tough bones, but we are not in a life-and-death fight, and we ca n’t fight the bones to the point of bleeding. Moreover, you can spit heaven and earth aura and transform your own mana, and I do n’t even have a lot of internal power ... Overall, you have an advantage in almost any aspect, why would you lose? "

Wen Bao gaped: "Why?"

Wang Lu coldly snorted: "Because you are a coercion."

"Uh ..." was so bluntly evaluated that Wen Bao seemed to have been sipped with mustard sauce in his life, which made him dizzy and dizzy.

"Like you, there is no waste except for a fat body, any other school ca n’t take it. Even if you are looking for a handyman, you must be clever and flexible, right? The Spirit Sword School has picked you up Disciple, it can be seen that the elders in the door are right and wrong, good or bad, so it is no wonder that the school is gradually declining, and it is rated as the most ill-named Wanxianmeng five must. Congratulations, fat man, your presence has lowered the character of the whole school. . "

"I, I ..." Although these two years have always been criticized, but in a school that pays attention to the harmonious atmosphere, the fat man is the first to hear people speak so viciously in person! The other party was Wang Lu, who was most in awe of him, and his heart was blank for a moment.

However, Wang Lu's malicious drugs don't stop there.

"Dead fat man, if you remember correctly, are you still a son of the Canglan Master? Haha, born of your waste, your father must have a headache for more than ten years?"

"Wang Lu you !?" Someone mentioned his family, and the fat fat man shivered in disbelief.

"Oh, from another angle, if you can produce pig-like waste, your father will not be a good breed, maybe you will feel that your son is really a biological hahaha!"

"Wang Lu, shut up!"

"Next, let ’s talk about your mother, oh, forgot to ask, are you your mother ’s own? Hahahaha!?

"Enough!"

Boom!

Along with Wen Bao's roar, the Xuan Tie sword pierced out like a black lightning bolt. Wang Lu had already expected that his foot stepped back, the horizontal sword blocked, and the Ziwei soft sword and the Xuan Tie Epee violently collided.

The next moment, Wang Lu flew out like a sandbag.

When he landed, Wang Lu staggered a few steps, only to feel the numbness of his right wrist, almost holding his sword. More than ten meters away, Wen Bao looked at the long sword in his hand, and a crack left by the stone floor-that was the aftermath of the collision. I couldn't imagine that he could stab such a powerful sword!

"I ..." Wen Bao stared at Wang Lu in a daze, and vaguely understood Fang Cai's vicious speech attack, but why?

"Also ask why? I want to ask your followers of Zhuanfeng, why have n’t found a simple common sense for two years: Warrior, need anger!"

While scolding, Wang Lu shook his wrists and squeezed his soft sword again before he took the fat man ’s sword. The whole right hand was numb, and the fat man was angry, and the black sword sword was At the extreme, the natural divine power and the earth's spiritual power stimulate each other, and the power acts on both the inside and the outside. Does the destructive power multiply? At first, Wang Lu was roared face to face by Moon Moon Roar, but he failed to shake his blood, but now he can't eat a sword from a fat man, showing his power.

On the other hand, this phaseless sword bone really has its magical features. Only after one breath, the aftermath of the shock of the decay was digested by the body ... and according to the Master, this eighth heavy sword The practice of bone cultivation has just begun, and it is really hard to imagine what would be the magical effect of this extremely difficult level if it is passed smoothly.

Wen Bao spent a long time to realize and digest the inspiring experience of the sword-in-one unit when he took the indignation. However, he wanted to reproduce it again, but he could n’t do it anyway, which was extremely astonishing.

"Brother Wang Lu, just that sword ... is it the true power of mystic iron swordsmanship?"

Wang Lu said: "Nonsense, otherwise do you think that the immortal swordsmanship is so coercive as you used it before? The spirit sword school is named after the sword. Xianmen, etc., there are tens of thousands of immortal Taoist methods, the patterns can be endless, and our Spirit Sword School pays attention to the sword into the Tao, one sword breaks all methods. Your black iron sword has neither subtle moves nor endless emergence. Powers, if you want to break other people's omnipotence, you can only increase the destructive power indefinitely, and be invincible ... that is the level of your sword. "

Some words made Wen Bao fascinated. Indeed, if he could master the sword of the genius, any spell could not withstand it. Not to mention Zhu Qin, who is also a practising Qi and Qipin, even if he is a Liupin Brother Xiuyue, who is doing cultivation, would be strenuous if he wanted to resist it ... the real sword will break everything!

"However, I just couldn't use the sword just now." Wen Bao smiled bitterly, and then looked at Wang Lu with expectant eyes.

"Nonsense, the anger has run out."

Wen Bao was stunned. After that sword, the original anger was missing, and he couldn't wield the same sword again. Is this black iron swordsmanship really driven by anger? It is no wonder that in the past two years, he has never been able to do anything. After all, no brother is as simple and direct as Wang Lu, directly insulting parents to accumulate anger ...

Wang Lu also said: "The monk's seven emotions and six desires are also energy, why should he say that cultivation also requires cultivation of the mind? The so-called cultivation of the mind is the freedom to control the emotional power. Basically, you will begin to cultivate your mind, do n’t you have a misty fairy heart? That ’s the first-class method of mind cultivation. ”

Wen Bao heard it suddenly, Mao Zedong paused, and nodded and praised: "Brother Wang Lu, you are really powerful, you know everything!"

Wang Lu kicked off with a kick: "Your pighead doesn't even know what you're doing and wants me to talk about it? Is this **** common sense?"

Wen Bao was kicked with fat and trembling, and the cursed dog was bloody, but he was still overjoyed. He thought that this Master was really right! The brothers who had passed the exercises before could not think of this trick!

But the question is coming again. Now that I understand Wang Lu ’s good intentions, the same method can no longer excite anger. No matter how he scolds, the dead fat man is full of joy and ca n’t be angry at all.

"It doesn't matter, this is not simple? Well, warrior, there is a universal means to accumulate anger, whether you are smart or stupid, rich or poor, healthy or sick ... as long as it is not abnormal, it will definitely be effective."

Wen Bao's eyes lit up: "What means?"

"Well ..." Wang Lu stared blankly at Wen Bao.

After a while, Wen Bao was stared at the heart with a deficiency of heart and kidney, and could not help cold sweating.

Then Wang Lu slowly said: "The easiest way for the soldiers to accumulate anger is to be beaten."

"Ah!?"

While speaking, Wang Lu is a punch in the face!

The face is beaten first, the anger is limitless!