Wang Lu always emphasized efficiency in his work, so he made an appointment with Wen Bao to meet at the martial arts arena at Piaomiao Peak that afternoon.

There are three martial arts arenas in Piaomiao Peak. The smallest one is located near Tengyun Hall. It is a training place for disciples who have just started. On one side of the flat open space, there is a row of red wooden figures with magic blessings neatly stacked. The monks can

Test the various spells you have learned on the wooden man.

When Wang Lu arrived, Wen Bao had already arrived a long time in advance and was practicing black iron swordsmanship in the open field. His fat body was trembling and he was sweating profusely, which showed that he was seriously engaged, but the fire stick was still unorganized and the sword power was lacking.

The Black Iron Sword should be indomitable and decisive in killing.

Wang Lu looked at it for a while, then shook his head: "Stop, it's just a waste of time if you continue practicing like this."

Wen Bao grimaced: "But I am not very qualified. If I don't practice more..."

"The route is wrong. The more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you will be. Now you are on the wrong team. Naturally, you will do more and make more mistakes."

"Ah?" Wen Bao was surprised, "But I do practice according to the method taught by my senior brother, and I have never made any changes without authorization."

"That means your senior brother taught you wrong. If he taught you right, why would you come to me?"

Wen Bao was stunned for a moment: "What senior brother said makes sense, so how should I practice?"

Wang Lu took two steps forward, Ziwei soft sword pointed at Wen Bao from a distance: "Come and fight me for a few moves first."

Wen Bao hesitated for a moment, then picked up the heavy sword that looked like a fire stick and struck Wang Lu head-on with a roar.

Wang Lu did not dodge or dodge, and used Rouyun Sword Technique to take a blow. Fatty's 100% strength was immediately neutralized by seven points. Although the remaining three points made Wang Lu take three steps back, it was unable to disturb his Rouyun Sword Technique sword.

The situation was so powerful that it was unable to cause any real harm to Wang Lu.

Wen Bao was not discouraged, and followed up with a sword thrust straight into the chest. Wang Lu blocked it sideways, but this time he did not retreat even half a step. The Ziwei sword came out and put all the strength aside, causing the fat man to lose his footing.

, staggered a few steps. The fat man wanted to turn around and fight again, but Wang Lu was no longer interested.

"That's enough, do you know where you lost?"

Wen Bao praised sincerely: "Senior brother's swordsmanship is so superb that I can't even match it."

"Brilliant shit, it's nothing more than mortal martial arts, but your Black Iron Sword Technique can control the aura of the earth element. It's indestructible and as stable as Mount Tai. It's a real Immortal Sword Technique. In terms of cleverness, it's better than my Rouyun Sword Technique."

clever."

"Senior brother's cultivation is so advanced that even if he is a mortal martial artist..."

"You, a monk at the ninth level of Qi training, praise me for my advanced cultivation at the second level of body training?"

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

"In terms of strength, you are at least ten times stronger than me. In terms of speed, we are evenly matched. My only strengths are my steady blood and tough bones. But we are not fighting for life and death. We cannot fight to the extent of breaking bones and bleeding, let alone

You can breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transform your own magic power, but I don’t even have a few internal powers... Taken together, you have an advantage in almost every aspect, why did you lose?"

Wenbao was speechless: "Why?"

Wang Lu snorted coldly: "Because you are a coward and a coward."

"Uh..." After receiving such a blunt comment, Wen Bao felt as if life had given him a mouthful of mustard, making him choke and dizzy.

"It is impossible for any other sect to take in a useless person like you who is nothing but fat. Even if you are looking for a handyman, you have to choose someone with dexterous hands and feet, and a quick mind, right? The Spirit Sword Sect has chosen you as an inner disciple.

It can be seen that the elders in the sect do not distinguish between right and wrong, and do not know good from bad. It is no wonder that the sect is declining day by day, and is rated as the most unworthy of the five talents of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance. Congratulations, fat man, your existence has lowered the character of the entire sect."

"I, I..." Although he has been criticized in this way in the past two years, in a sect that pays attention to a harmonious atmosphere, this is the first time that Fatty has heard someone speak so viciously to his face! The other party happened to be Wang Lu, whom he respected the most.

, my heart felt blank for a moment, and I felt at a loss.

However, Wang Lu's viciousness doesn't stop there.

"Damn fat man, if I remember correctly, were you still the son of Master Canglan in the mortal world? Hehe, your father must have had headaches for more than ten years after giving birth to a waste like you, right?"

"Wang Lu, you!?" When someone mentioned his family, the fat man trembled all over, in disbelief.

"Oh, if you think about it from another perspective, your father wouldn't be a good father to give birth to a pig-like waste like you. He might even feel that your son is indeed his biological son, hahaha!"

"Wang Lu, shut up!"

"Next, let's talk about your mother. Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask, are you your mother's biological child? Hahahaha!?"

"enough!"

boom!

Following Wen Bao's roar, the Dark Iron Sword pierced out like black lightning. Wang Lu had expected it, so he stepped back and blocked with his horizontal sword. The Ziwei Soft Sword and the Dark Iron Heavy Sword collided violently.

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

When he landed, Wang Lu staggered a few steps. He only felt that his right wrist was sore and numb, and he was almost unsteady in holding the sword. But 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 in astonishment - that

It was the aftermath of the collision. I couldn't imagine that I could stab such a powerful sword!

"I..." Wen Bao looked at Wang Lu blankly, vaguely understanding the vicious verbal attack just now, but why?

"You still ask why? I would like to ask you, the disciples of Piaomiao Peak, why you haven't discovered a simple common sense for two years: warriors need anger!"

Wang Lu cursed, shook his wrist, and tightened his grip on the soft sword again. He had just taken a blow from Fatty's sword, and his whole right hand was numb from the shock. Fatty was so angry that he used the Black Iron Sword Technique to the extreme.

, the natural divine power and the earthly spiritual power stimulate each other, and the power acts on the inside and outside at the same time, the destructive power is not only doubled? At first, Wang Lu was roared in front of Wang Yuehou, but he was unable to shake his energy and blood, but now he can't withstand the fat man's sword, which shows how powerful it is.

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On the other hand, this phaseless sword bone really has its own magic. In just one breath, the aftermath of the shock was completely digested by the body... And according to the master, the cultivation of this eighth level sword bone can

At the beginning, it was really hard to imagine what kind of miraculous effects it would have if this extremely difficult hurdle was successfully passed.

It took Wen Bao a long time to understand and digest the mysterious experience of the unity of sword and intention when he just struck with anger. However, he wanted to recreate it again, but he couldn't do it no matter what. It was extremely disappointing.

"Senior Brother Wang Lu, was that sword strike just now... the true power of Xuantie Sword Technique?"

Wang Lu said: "Nonsense, otherwise do you think that the Immortal Sword Technique is as cowardly and useless as the one you used before? The Spirit Sword Sect takes its name from the sword, and swordsmanship is a special skill. Others, such as the Ten Thousand Fa Immortal Sect, etc.

, there are thousands of kinds of immortal arts and Taoism, and the tricks can be endless, but our Spirit Sword Sect emphasizes using swords to enter the Tao, and defeating all kinds of magic with one sword. Your black iron sword has neither exquisite moves nor endless superpowers.

If you want to defeat all other people's methods, you can only increase your destructive power infinitely and make it indestructible... which is the level of your sword just now."

These words made Wen Bao fascinated. Indeed, if he could master that sword proficiently, any spell would be vulnerable to it, let alone Zhu Qin, who was also at the ninth level of qi training, even if he was at the sixth level.

Senior Brother Yue Yun, it will be very difficult to resist... A true sword can defeat all methods!

"But, I can't use that sword just now." Wen Bao smiled bitterly, and then looked at Wang Lu expectantly.

"Nonsense, use up all your anger."

Wen Bao was stunned. Indeed, after that sword strike, the original anger disappeared, and he could no longer swing the same sword. Is this black iron sword technique really driven by anger? This

It’s no wonder that I haven’t been able to figure it out in the past two years. After all, no senior brother is as simple and direct as Wang Lu, who directly humiliates his parents to accumulate anger...

Wang Lu added: "The seven emotions and six desires of monks are also energy. Otherwise, why do we need to cultivate the mind when cultivating the law? The so-called mind cultivation is to freely control the power of emotions. When we reach the completion of Qi training, in order to successfully build the foundation, we will

For those of you who have begun to cultivate your mind, don’t you Miao Miao Peak have a misty fairy mind? That is a first-class method of cultivating your mind.”

Hearing this, Wen Bao suddenly understood and became enlightened. He nodded and praised: "Senior Brother Wang Lu, you are really amazing, you know everything!"

Wang Lu kicked him over with one kick: "You pighead doesn't even know your own family affairs and you still want me to tell you? Isn't this fucking common sense in the sect?"

Wen Bao was kicked until his fat body trembled, and his head was bloody with scolding, but he was still overjoyed, thinking that he was indeed the right master to worship! Those senior brothers who had taught the skills before could not have thought of this move.

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But the problem came again. Now that he understood Wang Lu's good intentions, the same method could no longer arouse anger. No matter how he scolded him, the damn fat man always had a beaming face and couldn't get angry at all.

"It doesn't matter, this isn't simple yet? As a warrior, there is a universal way to accumulate anger. No matter you are smart or stupid, rich or poor, healthy or sick... as long as you are not abnormal, it will definitely work."

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

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

A moment later, Wen Bao felt weak in heart and kidneys from being stared at by this sight, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Then Wang Lu slowly spoke: "The easiest way for a warrior to accumulate anger is to get beaten."

"ah!?"

As he spoke, Wang Lu punched him in the face!
Chapter completed!