Wang Lu had always been efficient. That afternoon, he arranged to meet Wen Bao at the Misty Peak's training field.
There were a total of three martial arts arenas in the Misty Peak, the smallest of which was located near the Soaring Cloud Hall. It was a place for disciples who had just entered the sect to cultivate. On one side of the flat open space, there was a row of red wooden dummies enchanted with spells. Cultivators could test the various spells they had learned on the wooden dummies.
When Wang Lu arrived, Wen Bao had already arrived a long time ago. He was practicing the Dark Iron Sword Technique on the empty field. His fat was shaking and he was sweating profusely. It could be seen that he was serious. However, the fire stick was still not organized. His sword momentum also lacked the courage and decisiveness that the Dark Iron Sword should have.
Wang Lu watched for a while and shook his head. "Stop. It's just a waste of time if you continue to practice like this."
Wen Bao's face was bitter. "But I'm not talented. If I don't practice hard …"
"The path is wrong. The more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you will be. You're on the wrong side now. The more you do, the more mistakes you'll make."
"Ah?" Wen Bao was surprised. "But I did practice according to the method that Senior Brother taught me. I never changed it without permission."
"That means your Senior Brother taught you wrong. If he taught you right, why did you come to me?"
Wen Bao was stunned for a moment. "What Senior Brother said makes sense. Then how should I practice?"
Wang Lu took two steps forward and pointed the Purple Myrtle Soft Sword at Wen Bao. "Come and fight with me first."
Wen Bao hesitated for a moment. He lifted the heavy sword that looked like a fire stick. He roared and slashed at Wang Lu's head.
Wang Lu did not dodge. He used the Soft Cloud Sword Technique to take the blow. The fat man's strength was immediately reduced by seventy percent. Although the remaining thirty percent made Wang Lu take three steps back, it could not disrupt the sword momentum of the Soft Cloud Sword Technique. It could not cause any real damage to Wang Lu.
Wen Bao was not discouraged. He followed up with a stab at Wen Bao's chest. Wang Lu moved sideways to block it. This time, he did not take half a step back. He used the Purple Myrtle Sword to divert all the force. Instead, it made the fat man lose his balance and stagger a few steps. Fatty wanted to turn around and fight again, but Wang Lu was no longer interested.
"Enough, do you know why you lost?"
Wen Bao praised from the bottom of his heart, "Shixiong's swordsmanship is brilliant, I am far inferior to you."
"Brilliant my ass, it's nothing more than a mortal world's martial arts. But your Black Iron Sword Technique is able to control the spiritual energy of the earth element. It's indestructible and as stable as Mount Tai. It's a genuine Immortal Dao Sword Technique. In terms of brilliance, it's better than my Soft Cloud Sword."
"Senior Brother's cultivation is profound. Even if it's the martial arts of the mortal world …"
"You're a cultivator at the ninth grade of Qi Refining Stage, yet you're praising me for being at the second grade of Body Refining Stage?"
Wen Bao was confused. "This …"
"In terms of strength, you're at least ten times stronger than me. In terms of speed, we're about the same. The only thing I'm good at is the stability of my Qi and blood and the toughness of my bones. But we're not fighting to the death, so we won't break our bones and bleed. What's more, you can breathe in and out the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and transform it into your own mana, while I don't even have much inner force … Overall, you have the advantage in almost every aspect, so why did you lose?"
Wen Bao was tongue-tied. "Why?"
Wang Lu snorted coldly. "Because you're a cowardly good-for-nothing."
"Uh …" Being evaluated so bluntly, Wen Bao felt as if he had been forced to swallow a mouthful of mustard sauce, choking until he felt dizzy.
"Other than having a body full of fat, there's nothing else good about a good-for-nothing like you. No other sects would take you in. Even if they were to find an odd-job worker, they'd have to be nimble and quick-witted, right? Lingjian School chose you as an inner disciple, so it's obvious that the elders in the school can't tell right from wrong. No wonder the school is declining day by day, and is regarded as one of the most unworthy of the Wanxian League. Congratulations, Fatty, your existence has dragged down the entire school's character. "
"I, I …" Although he'd suffered all kinds of criticism these past two years, in a school that valued harmony, this was the first time Fatty had heard someone speak so viciously to his face! The other party was the person he respected the most, Wang Lu. For a moment, his mind went blank and he was panic-stricken.
However, Wang Lu's viciousness didn't stop there.
"Damn Fatty, if I remember correctly, you're still the son of the State Preceptor Canglan in the mortal world? Heh, your father must have had a headache for more than ten years to give birth to a good-for-nothing like you, right? "
"Wang Lu, you?!" Fatty trembled in disbelief when his family was mentioned.
"Oh, from another perspective, to be able to give birth to a pig-like good-for-nothing like you, your father can't be a good person either. Maybe he'd even sigh that you're his biological son, hahaha!"
"Wang Lu, shut up!"
"Why don't we talk about your mother next? Oh, right, I forgot to ask, are you your mother's biological son? Hahahaha! "
"Enough!"
Bang!
Accompanied by Wen Bao's angry roar, the Recondite Iron Sword pierced forward like a black lightning bolt. Wang Lu had expected it. He took a step back and blocked with his sword horizontally. The Purple Myrtle Soft Sword and the Recondite Iron Heavy Sword clashed violently.
In the next moment, Wang Lu flew out like a sandbag.
When he landed, Wang Lu staggered a few steps. He felt that his right wrist was numb, and he could barely hold his sword. More than ten meters in front of him, Wen Bao looked at the long sword in his hand and the crack left on the stone floor. That was the power of the collision. He couldn't imagine that he could stab out such a powerful sword!
"I …" Wen Bao stared blankly at Wang Lu, vaguely understanding the vicious verbal attack just now. But, why?
"You're asking why? I'd like to ask the technique imparting disciples of Ethereal Peak, why haven't you realized a simple fact after two years? Warriors need rage! "
As Wang Lu cursed, he shook his wrist and gripped the soft sword tightly again. Just now, he had taken Fatty's sword head-on, and his entire right hand was numb from the shock. Under Fatty's rage, he used the Mystic Iron Sword Technique to the extreme. His innate divine strength and Earth element spiritual power stimulated each other, and the force acted on both inside and outside at the same time. How could the destructive power only multiply? Previously, when Wang Lu was roared by the Full Moon Roar, his qi and blood were not shaken at all. But now, he couldn't even take Fatty's sword, which showed how powerful it was.
On the other hand, this Non-Phase Sword Bone really had its marvelous place. In just a breath's time, the shock wave was completely digested by his body … And according to his Master, the eighth layer of Non-Phase Sword Bone cultivation had just begun. It was hard to imagine what kind of miraculous effect it would have if he could successfully pass this extremely difficult stage.
Wen Bao spent a long time to understand and digest the mysterious sword intent fusion experience of that strike. However, if he wanted to reproduce it again, he couldn't do it no matter what, which made him feel incomparably disappointed and frustrated.
"Senior Brother Wang Lu, that strike just now … Is that the real power of the Mystic Iron Sword Technique?"
Wang Lu said, "Nonsense, otherwise, do you think a dignified Immortal Path Sword Technique is as cowardly and useless as the one you used before? Lingjian School is named after the sword, and sword technique is the family's specialty. Other sects like the Ten Thousand Arts Sect have thousands of kinds of Immortal Path Techniques with endless variety, but our Lingjian School pays particular attention to using the sword to enter the Dao, one sword to break ten thousand methods. Your Black Iron Sword doesn't have any exquisite moves, nor does it have an endless stream of supernatural abilities. If you want to break through other people's tens of thousands of techniques, you can only infinitely increase your destructive power and become invincible … which is the level of your sword just now. "
These words made Wen Bao fascinated. Indeed, if he could master that sword technique just now, any spell would be vulnerable in front of it. Not to mention Zhu Qin who was also at the ninth level of Qi Cultivating Stage, even if it was his Senior Brother Yue Yun who was at the sixth level, it would be very difficult for him to resist it … The real one sword to break ten thousand methods!
"But, I can't use that sword technique just now." Wen Bao wryly smiled and then looked at Wang Lu with an expectant gaze.
"Nonsense, your anger has already been used up."
Wen Bao froze for a moment. Indeed, after that sword technique just now, all his anger had disappeared, and he could no longer use the same sword technique. Could it be that this Mystic Iron Sword technique was really driven by anger? No wonder he couldn't understand it in the past two years. After all, no Senior Brother was as simple and direct as Wang Lu, directly insulting other people's parents in order to accumulate anger...
Wang Lu also said, "A cultivator's seven emotions and six desires are also energy. Otherwise, why would they say that cultivating method also requires cultivating the mind? The so-called cultivating the mind is the power to freely control one's emotions. When we reach the Qi Cultivating Stage, in order to successfully build the Foundation, we will begin to cultivate the mind. Don't you Misty Peak have the Misty Immortal Heart? That is a first-class method of cultivating the mind. "
Hearing this, Wen Bao was suddenly enlightened. He repeatedly nodded and praised, "Senior Brother Wang Lu, you're really awesome, you know everything!"
Wang Lu kicked him. "You pig head, you don't even know your own matters, and you still want me to tell you? Isn't this the f * cking common sense of the sect? "
Wen Bao was kicked until his fat jiggled and scolded, but he was still overjoyed. He thought to himself that he had made the right choice to worship this Master! The Senior Brothers who taught him before didn't think of this move!
However, here came the problem. Now that he understood Wang Lu's good intentions, the same method could no longer arouse his anger. No matter how he scolded, the dead fatty's face would always be beaming with joy, not even the slightest bit angry.
"It doesn't matter, isn't this simple? Warriors have a universal method to accumulate anger. Whether you're smart or stupid, rich or poor, healthy or sick … As long as you're not a pervert, it will definitely be effective. "
Wen Bao's eyes lit up. "What method?"
"Well …" Wang Lu stared at Wen Bao expressionlessly.
After a moment, Wen Bao was stared at by this gaze until his heart and kidneys were weak, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Then, Wang Lu slowly said, "If a warrior wants to accumulate anger, the easiest way is to get beaten."
"Ah!?"
As he spoke, Wang Lu punched right in front of his face!
Before hitting someone, first hit the face, anger has no limit!
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