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The atmosphere of the grand gathering in the square behind him is getting more and more lively. Every year during the Tianyao Festival, the joy even lasts until midnight.
Zhou Lu hesitantly walked farther and farther into the dark night, carrying the firelight on his back.
His heart ached, and he wanted to quickly slip back to his temporary tent outside the square and quietly lick his wounds alone.
This fat man, who always made some people go crazy, surprisingly wanted to avoid all the noise and noise. He chose to bypass the campus and take the side road.
The rugged bluestones outside the university campus left only vague outlines in the night, and the pebbles underfoot silently carried Zhou Lu's dull and painful footsteps.
At this moment, faint laughter suddenly came from the front, and a group of vague shadows came lively from the other side of the road. It sounded like the young warriors from the hunter training camp had finished their training and were about to rush towards the square in high spirits.
Zhou Lu felt his heart tightening suddenly. He quickly took a few steps and sat down behind a strange rock on the roadside in the distance, hiding himself.
He thought that the dark night was tolerant and lonely, and could accommodate the pain that he was somewhat ashamed to express. He did not expect that the dark night actually also contained those unpretentious joys.
The muscles on Zhou Lu¡¯s face twitched.
In other words, he was stimulated by the laughter over there, and the sacrifice failed just now. He doesn't want to force himself to talk to anyone now.
Leaning behind the strange rocks, Zhou Lu felt indignant: "Why can everyone else be happy today, but not me?"
Zhou Lu forced his lips to grin, but he found that this smile was extremely forced, and even doing so would make his heart feel even more painful.
He seemed to be surrounded by a huge pressure. The pressure was so tight that he was almost suffocated. There was a kind of pain that was tearing apart the past of his life, making him unable to tolerate other emotions at all, and making him have no intention of doing anything unless ¡
Zhou Lu¡¯s stomach growled unnoticeably.
He carefully took out the roasted leg of lamb wrapped in tinfoil from his arms. The leg of lamb was still a little hot to the touch. It was the leg of lamb that he had just handed over when he came out of the square.
Having been toiling in the sacrificial tower for so long, he was already a little hungry.
Gently peeling off the tinfoil, Zhou Lu started chewing silently.
This leg of lamb is roasted to perfection, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, sizzling and oily. Zhou Lu likes to eat roasted lamb leg the most. He feels uncomfortable in his heart, but he must not delay eating.
The group of teenagers were getting closer and closer, talking and laughing.
One person shouted excitedly:
"Teacher Hu Yan, today I have broken through the third level of the Tuman Heart Sutra and opened up three barbarian veins. From now on, I will be a warrior in the wilderness. Can you teach me the sword technique of the seventh level of shadow tomorrow?"
That voice was full of triumph.
A rough voice in the crowd laughed and cursed:
"Luketu, look at your little potential, are you so happy with the third level? There are ten levels in Tuman's Heart Sutra. Each level will increase the power of one hundred levels. Your current power of three hundred levels is only the limit of the human body. , it has not gone beyond the scope of physical brute force.¡±
"Only when you enter the fourth level and possess the power of four hundred generations, can you truly break through the shackles of the physical body and become a strong man with power beyond ordinary people."
"But, is the fourth level so easy to achieve? You can practice for ten more years, and maybe you will reach that level. And after you have cultivated to the fourth level, it will be too difficult to improve to another level. Every step of the way is improved. It will take more than ten years or even decades of hard work. It¡¯s still early for you to be as capable as you are now.¡±
The teenagers around him all took a breath of air when they heard that Instructor Hu Yan described how difficult the future training would be.
The rough voice paused and then said:
"Let's talk about martial arts, Luktu, do you know what level of sword skills the seventh level of shadow is? That can only be practiced by high-level hunters. You, you, can't learn it yet"
Luktu¡¯s voice was obviously full of dissatisfaction: ¡°Teacher Huyan, I am a born strongman¡±
Without waiting for Luktu to explain, the rough voice said with a smile:
¡°Luketu, let¡¯s put it this way, you are still not convinced. Do you know what conditions are needed to learn martial arts?¡±
Without waiting for an answer, the rough voice continued: "First of all, of course you must have enough strength, but this is not enough. To learn high-level martial arts, there is another condition, which is the output of skill."
"People have practiced to the sixth level or above of the Tuman Heart Sutra."The coach smiled and continued:
"It's because when you reach the realm of Taoist Barbarism, you realize the realm of endless life and death. That state combines with the power in your Qihai Dantian to produce a magical barbaric cyclone. The barbaric cyclone has no influence on your Dantian. Just keep spinning, and the power of rotation will automatically absorb energy from the world to help you practice and improve your skills."
"At the same time, the rotational power of the barbarian cyclone is extremely magical. If we compare the blocked barbaric veins to a wall, think about it, is it faster if you stretch out your hand and push the wall flatly, or is it faster if you drill through it with a sharp cone?"
¡°Of course it¡¯s a pointed cone!¡±
The eyes of all the young people were bright, and they were all shouting.
"Yes."
Instructor Hu Yan slapped his thigh: "The barbarian cyclone possessed by the strong men in the Daoman Realm can spin out with the power of a sharp cone in the Dantian. Will they be able to open up the barbarian veins as fast as you are today?"
"Savage cyclone?"
Many teenagers gasped, imagining the magical cyclone that could automatically absorb energy, with a glimmer of greed in their eyes.
Zhou Lu hid behind the stone. Listening to these words, he felt a door that had never appeared before opened in front of him. Only then did he realize that the so-called top-level hunter was actually nothing in front of the real strong man. , even above the Great Elder, it turns out that there is a magical realm like the Taoman Realm.
Luktu wiped his saliva vigorously and said with an envious look on his face: "Teacher, it would be great if I also had a cyclone. Why do I have to work so hard to breathe in every day? I'm afraid I won't know it even when I sleep every day. Let¡¯s unknowingly open up new barbaric veins.¡±
People around laughed again.
Instructor Hu Yan laughed and scolded: "You are just greedy. That is a form of skill that can only be cultivated by a strong person above the Great Elder. Even high-level hunters in your life may not be able to achieve it. Are you still dreaming of a wild cyclone?"
Speaking of this, Coach Hu Yan¡¯s voice took on a more leisurely tone:
"I heard from my grandpa that the magical powers of the powerful in the Taoist realm are simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. After forming a barbaric cyclone, a person's lifespan can reach three hundred years. Once the cyclone is strong, he can fly for miles and dozens of times in a sudden. Here, my grandfather once saw with his own eyes that a strong man from the Taoist realm could easily cut off a tree that required dozens of people to hug him in half with just one strike of his sword"
"When you reach that level, you are no longer a mortal."
The surrounding teenagers once again sounded exclamations.
The methods of those who are strong in the Taoist realm are simply unbelievable to them. They can fly dozens of miles in the blink of an eye. No horse can catch up with that speed. One knife can cut down a large tree that is hugged by dozens of people. , how efficient it would be if such a strong man came to help them cut down trees
The footsteps of these people walked farther and farther, and the laughter and laughter of everyone gradually became blurred and inaudible.
Zhou Lu hid behind the strange rocks. His whole figure was once again surrounded by the silence of the dark night. He was a little crazy holding the leg of lamb with only half of it left in his hand.
The wild cyclone above the Tuman Heart Sutra
The saliva dripped onto the leg of lamb.
Zhou Luji Lingling came to his senses and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He actually agreed with Luktu's words. It would be great if he also had a power form like the barbarian cyclone. He could open the barbarian veins while lying down and sleeping. However, is the legendary Daoman realm something he can covet? Zhou Lu angrily cursed in a low voice: "I'm just trying to man the fourth level of the Heart Sutra."
Shaking his head and not thinking any more, he rolled over and slipped towards his temporary felt tent while biting the leg of lamb. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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