Phew ~
Withdrawing his attack, Han Lang calmed his emotions and let out a long breath.
With a ferocious tiger in his chest, whenever Han Lang fought, he would become filled with passion. He looked completely different from his usual self. Every move he made contained a powerful battle will that could kill the heavens and earth, that could slaughter gods and demons.
The battle version of Han Lang disappeared, and the life version of Han Lang smiled at Zong Wudao and Black Night. "Teachers, my Star Breaking Fist is not bad, right?"
Not bad?
Zong Wudao frowned. "Well, it's not bad. You added a lot of your own things to the foundation I taught you. This is good."
"Next, I will teach you the first half of the remaining six styles of the Star Breaking Fist. They are called the first three styles."
"The first three styles are the Dao of Heaven, Dao of Earth, and Dao of Man. Which one do you think is the strongest? Which one is the weakest? "
Han Lang thought about it and said, "The Dao of Heaven is the strongest, and the Dao of Man is the weakest."
"Why?"
"Because man has always been very small, living between the heavens and the earth."
Hahahaha ~
Zong Wudao laughed. Suddenly, his eyes became fierce. "Wrong. You are talking about the conventional world. In the conventional world, of course, the heavens are the strongest, followed by the earth, and man is the weakest."
"But you have to remember that the martial art I am teaching you is against the conventional rules! It will trample all the rules and principles under your feet! "
"Even a small human can split the heavens and the earth as long as he has enough courage and strong will! If the heavens stop you, pierce through the heavens! If the earth stops you, crush it! Break through all the rules and do the opposite. This is the ultimate goal of this martial art! "
Han Lang was stunned. He didn't expect such a weak name like the Star Breaking Fist to contain such a domineering meaning!?
Break the rules! Break the shackles! It was the exact opposite of what was expected! Just the sound of it was enough to satisfy his craving.
If Han Lang knew that he was actually learning a set of forbidden techniques, and it was known as the strongest magic attack forbidden technique, he wouldn't be so surprised. If the existence of a forbidden technique was not used to break the rules, then what was the difference between it and ordinary martial arts?
Zong Wudao waved his hand and said, "Okay, today I will teach you the first of the first three styles, the Dao of Heaven! Void Breaking Strike! "
.....
Soon, the black man and Zong Wudao left the cultivation room, leaving Han Lang alone inside. The two of them observed Han Lang through the window outside the cultivation room.
"Learning martial arts requires silence and concentration, especially when it comes to a top-tier forbidden art like the Six Paths of Annihilation. If we continue to stay in the training room and cause Han Lang to lose focus during his cultivation, it's very likely that he'll go berserk, and that's going to have a very scary effect." Zong Wu Dao explained to Night Black Man why he had pulled him out of the training room.
Black Man Ye frowned slightly and said, "I can understand that cultivation needs silence, but isn't your teaching too simple? A few words, a single action, and that's it? "
Zong Wudao didn't think much of it. "What else can we do? The Six Paths of Annihilation is not only a forbidden technique, but also a Natural Stream of Consciousness forbidden technique. It all depends on how Han Lang understands it. As the saying goes, the master leads the way, but the practice depends on the individual. "
"Now that Han Lang understands what the so-called Heavenly Dao is, all that's left is to train hard and comprehend it on his own."
Dark Man Ye nodded, "There is indeed a huge difference between martial arts and pharmacology. We, who are in the field of pharmacology, have to patiently explain in detail and strive to explain all the points. You martial arts practitioners, on the other hand, pay attention to the stream of consciousness and rely on comprehension instead of explanation."
Swish ~
Swish ~
As they spoke, Han Lang had already started practicing in the cultivation room. The so-called Heavenly Dao actually only had one move, the Horizontal Fist. Zong Wudao still didn't allow Han Lang to use any weapons, so he was practicing with his bare hands. When Han Lang comprehended it, it would be the extremely sharp Horizontal Blade Slash.
Zong Wudao said proudly, "You study pharmacology, but in the end, it's also a technique, and the Six Paths of Annihilation is a Dao. When Han Lang can break through the limits of the move and raise the Horizontal Strike to the realm of Dao, he'll be considered to have truly grasped the true meaning of the Six Paths."
Black Man Ye thought about it and said, "With Han Lang's potential, how long will it take for him to turn the move into a Dao?"
Zong Wudao shrugged and said, "How would I know? Anyway, it took me a year and a half."
"So long?" Black Man Ye was stunned. He touched his chin and said, "We can't let him practice this move for a year and a half. Next week, I'll come and teach him pharmacology. It can be considered as training and also to let him change his mind. Otherwise, if he keeps practicing like this, he'll become stupid sooner or later."
"Okay, then you come next week."
Zong Wudao didn't object to Black Man Ye's suggestion because he knew very well that the reason why the two of them were willing to interact with Han Lang wasn't only because Han Lang had amazing talent, but also because they couldn't leave this damn place. It was really suffocating for them.
.....
A week later, Black Man Ye drove the shuttle and arrived as promised.
They were all brothers, so Black Man Ye didn't greet them and walked straight into Zong Wudao's castle.
He saw Zong Wudao standing in front of the transparent window outside the cultivation room. There was a bit of surprise in his eyes, and he seemed to be a little confused.
"Old monster, my wife is asking when you're going to visit my house. This time, you can bring Han Lang along." Black Man Ye smiled and walked over, watching Han Lang practice in the cultivation room with Zong Wudao.
Compared to a week ago, Han Lang's Air Breaking Strike had greatly improved. Even Black Man Ye, who didn't know martial arts, could see that the attack, the retraction, and the Air Breaking Strike were extremely clean and neat, as if he had practiced for many years.
"Oh, the progress is not bad. How long has Han Lang been practicing inside?" Black Man Ye asked.
"Since you left."
"What?"
"Since you left, Han Lang hasn't come out." Zong Wudao curled his lips and said.
"No way! He's working so hard!? " Black Man Ye was shocked. It was hard for him to imagine that Han Lang had been practicing in the cultivation room for a whole seven days and seven nights!?
"Han Lang doesn't eat?"
"He barely eats. When he's hungry, he chews on an energy bar."
Black Man Ye felt like vomiting. Although the energy bar was nutritious, it tasted like candles. It was disgusting.
Would Han Lang be able to eat this crappy thing for a week!?
Black Man Ye sighed and said in a deep voice, "No wonder this little guy could rise so quickly in the Milky Way. He's working so hard!"
Zong Wudao expressed his agreement and nodded lightly.
At this moment, Zong Wudao and Black Man Ye's eyes were filled with surprise. What kind of people were the most likable these days?
Of course, it was geniuses, favored by the heavens, the focus of the world.
What kind of people were more likable than geniuses?
Of course, it was people like Han Lang, who had both talent and worked harder than anyone else!
With Han Lang's potential, he could obviously rely on his talent to make a living, but he worked harder than anyone else!
Who wouldn't admire such a young man?
Zong Wudao touched his chin and said, "Since you're here, it's better for him to get him out of the cultivation room. I'm a little afraid of this. Even cultivating so hard, I can imagine Han Lang's state in battle."
.....
To be precise, Han Lang was chased out of the cultivation room by Zong Wudao.
No matter what he did, he put in 200% effort. This was Han Lang's habit. If it wasn't for Zong Wudao's interference, Han Lang wouldn't even want to end his cultivation.
Zong Wudao's home was a huge ancient castle with a shocking size.
Black Man Ye picked a large room with sunlight and brought Han Lang in. Then, he took out stacks of pharmacology books, equipment for pharmacology experiments, and a large box filled with all kinds of basic drugs from his spatial ring.
There were thousands of drawers on the red sandalwood box, and each drawer had the name of the drug. When he needed it, he could just take it out.
Different from the cold Zong Wudao, Black Man Ye knew how to enjoy himself. He picked two of the most comfortable sofas and sat down. He also prepared all kinds of tea and fruits, as if he was having a tea party.
"You've been cultivating for seven days straight. Do you want to take a break first?" Black Man Ye asked Han Lang, who was flipping through a book.
"No need, I've been taking pills and nuclear energy." Han Lang pointed to the automatic drug box on his wrist and said.
Black Man Ye nodded. That's right, Han Lang still had a hidden ultimate skill, which was a super poison resistance physique. With his physique, he could eat drugs like they were candy. No wonder he could cultivate for seven days and seven nights straight.
At this time, Han Lang, who was flipping through the book, suddenly asked, "Teacher, it says that the extract of the fire dragon stone can increase the accuracy of the drug's effective time. I remember that the extract of Tonight Night Chestnut has the same effect. Since Tonight Night Chestnut is a solid powder, it's easier to synthesize than the fire dragon stone. Why don't you use Tonight Night Chestnut instead of the fire dragon stone in the prescription of Sprint?"
Black Man Ye smiled. Learning pharmacology was different from practicing martial arts. Students who liked to ask questions were the most popular. This was because if a student had a question, it meant that he had thought about it carefully.
"Well, although the effect of the fire dragon stone doesn't seem to be as good as Tonight Night Chestnut, look at the seventh substance, the Wind Gold Grass. When the ratio of fire dragon stone and the Wind Gold Grass is 1: 3.73, it will achieve a balanced output and increase the stability of the drug's side effects," Black Man Ye answered.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Lang asked another question, "Since it's to reduce the side effects, Tonight Night Chestnut can also be made with 1: 12 of the acid neutralizer. This way, the effect can be increased."
"That's a good question! It already involves deep pharmacology and the laws of cell division in the human body! " Black Man Ye was very surprised. It seemed that Han Lang was not lying. He had really read a lot of pharmacology books during this period of time.
"Well, this question has to start from the theory of cell division …" Black Man Ye spoke with assurance, looking like a senior scholar as he taught Han Lang earnestly.
Han Lang was still asking questions. His learning method was a little special. He would sit there and read, listening to Black Man Ye's explanation as he read. After a question, Han Lang would raise a new question that he had discovered.
This learning method was a little like doing practice questions. It belonged to the practical school, and it was more flexible than reading from a book.
However, because Han Lang's learning train of thought expanded too quickly, it brought a lot of difficulty to Black Man Ye. One moment, it was a pharmacological question, the next moment, it jumped to a physiological question, and the next moment, it jumped straight to discussing the limit of the zero-degree brain region.
Black Man Ye soon realized that the one he had prepared was completely different. Han Lang did not like to learn according to a routine. Instead, he asked whatever came to mind. His questions did not have a priority, nor did they have a priority.
Three hours later, Black Man Ye felt a little tired and hurriedly drank a glass of water to moisten his throat.
Six hours later, Black Man Ye felt that his throat started to itch, and he seemed to have the symptoms of a cold.
Twelve hours later, Black Man Ye's eyelids started to struggle. He had no choice but to accompany Han Lang and take drugs to focus.
Fifteen hours later, Han Lang was still asking questions. Black Man Ye felt like he was about to break down.
Eighteen hours later, Han Lang's questions started to touch on the profound pharmacological chemistry.
Twenty-one hours later, Black Man Ye really started to break down.
Twenty-four hours later, Black Man Ye rushed out of the room when Han Lang went to the bathroom.
"Old monster, I'm leaving!" Black Man Ye sighed and turned around to leave.
Zong Wudao was stunned and asked curiously, "Didn't we agree that you would stay here for the next two days to teach him pharmacology? It's only been a day … "
Sigh …
Black Man Ye looked sad and angry. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore. Not only does Han Lang work hard when he's cultivating, he works even harder when he's learning! If I stay here any longer, I'll definitely go crazy!
"Do you know how many questions he asked me after a day and night?"
Zong Wudao asked curiously, "How many questions?"
Black Man Ye stomped his feet fiercely. "If only I knew! From the moment I sat down, I haven't stopped for even a minute. It's all questions! My ears are still filled with Han Lang's voice. Listen, my throat is hoarse! He's still asking endless questions!
"I'm leaving. Don't stop me!"
After saying that, Black Man Ye ran away and covered his ears with both hands. At that moment, his head was buzzing with Han Lang's voice asking questions.
"Eh, why did Black Man Ye leave?" Han Lang went to the bathroom and found that Black Man Ye was gone, so he asked Zong Wudao curiously.
"Oh, he had something to do, so he went home first."
"What a pity. I thought of a new question to ask. I'll have to wait for him to come next week." Han Lang said with some disappointment. "Since Black Man Ye has left, I'll continue cultivating."
"Why don't you take a break?" Zong Wudao was startled and asked tentatively.
Han Lang smiled and said, "It's fine. I've already rested for a day and night. My stamina has long recovered. It's good to take a break occasionally and learn some pharmacology from Black Man Ye. It's a good way to relax."
Zong Wudao was dumbfounded!
Han Lang actually treated high-intensity learning as relaxation?
When Black Man Ye left, he was almost driven crazy by Han Lang!
Hahahaha!
In the cultivation room, Han Lang began to cultivate again. One hundred percent wasn't enough. Han Lang had always been two hundred percent devoted to everything he did!
Zong Wudao stood outside the window and sighed softly. "Damn, this demon …"
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