The reason why a magician is a magician is that it has reached a certain degree of communication with the elements between heaven and earth. When a small human body forms a connection with the vast and boundless elements of heaven and earth, it is easy to form a unique demeanor of a cultivator.
It is either elegant and elegant, or vast, or distant, or like a mountain standing in the abyss, or like thunder in the grip.
It is wind, water, earth, and fire.
With the extension of elements and the resonance with elements, the human body pattern can be broken through and gradually possesses some huge pattern like the sky and the earth.
Sharjah has been promoted to a magician for a short time, and some of his psychology, behaviors, and habits as a magic apprentice for decades have not been completely transformed into matching his own strength. However, after all, this transformation has begun.
After a night of precipitation, the madness and resentment that last night had long disappeared.
How could a mage who is deeply embraced by the elements of heaven and earth be really impetuous as a boy without action?
However, when he had calmed down, when he saw the little bastard's extremely hateful smiling face, the anger in Sharjah's heart suddenly rose again, and he wanted to punch out and completely collapse the boy's nose.
"My friend, somehow, my fist suddenly became itchy. Why don't you stand there and don't move and let me punch a few times?" Sharjah looked at Fang Tian and said gently and calmly.
"What?" Fang Tian was startled, and then he looked up at the sky. The weather was fine.
I heard that some people will get bad moods when cloudy days are cloudy, but this day is not cloudy. So... Could it be that this senior has a few days every month?
"Senior, this autumn is so cool, it's not good to use hands and feet. Why don't we talk about life and ideals?"
"Okay." Sharjah seemed to be smiling.
He really wanted to see what this little bastard would say.
Or, would he talk about his breakthrough last night?
However, this gentleman was destined to be disappointed. Fang Tian had no idea what happened last night. A person's mood was either good or bad. Fang Tian only thought that last night it was because his mood suddenly improved a little and entered a better state. Moreover, in that abnormal relaxation state, he fell asleep rarely during the meditation.
That's all.
When he woke up in the morning, he neither gained three pounds nor increased to the next level. He just felt extremely comfortable in his body and mind. This feeling was not without his previous life. It was just that he was an ordinary body at that time, and he was not as clear as he is now.
But Fang Tian really has something to say to Sharjah.
At this time, my mind was extremely clear, and many ideas and concepts were like fish in clear water, clearly visible and playable.
Fang Tian walked towards the bench and asked, "Senior, do you think it is better for me to be promoted one level in ten years or three years?"
Is it better to upgrade one level in ten years or three years? Does it take three years for you to upgrade one level? Sharjah saw that this boy became more and more disliked, so he snorted and said, "The shorter the better. If you have the ability, you will be upgraded in three months."
The reason why Fang Tian asked this question was because some novels he read in his previous life were at work. Some novels did not say that if he rose too fast, his realm would be unstable?
In my previous life, Fang Tian sneered at the scene like this. Damn, a billionaire, even if his state is unstable, can he be worse than a person selling tea eggs?
However, when it was really my turn in this life, Fang Tian still felt that it would be okay to ask.
After so long of communication and mutual communication, Fang Tian felt that questions like this should be asked.
Sure enough, Sharjah gave him a positive answer. Although this man's tone was not good, Fang Tian could be sure that on the most critical issue, this gentleman gave him a clear answer.
That's all.
Don’t look at just one sentence, it can blow away the faint doubts in Fang Tian’s heart.
The doubts were not deep, but at some critical moments, they were enough to hinder him. As someone said in his previous life, "It is often not the mountains in the distance, but a grain of sand and gravel in his shoes."
This is also not a teacher’s worries. Such a simplest question, if there is a teacher, how can you ask someone?
So far, questions like this can only be asked about Sharjah.
Fang Tian affirmed to a great extent that if he asked Morrich or Pat with a question like this, they would most likely not dare to answer it. Because although this question seems simple, in fact, it is a key basic question.
It's as simple as 1+1=2, and it's as critical as 1+1=2.
These days, I have been with Sharjah, especially in the game of Go every day. Although Sharjah is making progress, and the progress makes Fang Tian lament, in fact, he is also making progress.
When playing against this person, he must do his best to mobilize all his knowledge, consciousness, spirit, energy, and press on the chessboard. This pressure has allowed many of his thoughts and ideas to be integrated and improved.
In my previous life, playing chess was just a game, and I was exhausted and tired.
But this life is different. Consciousness and spirit, every slight change, will affect communication with elements. In this case, playing chess is not just playing chess, but adjusting consciousness and spirit.
Sharjah is like an extraction machine. In the game with this person, Fang Tian gradually felt that his consciousness and spirit were purified and purified.
Now, after getting such a guide, Fang Tian felt that although he didn't know when he could reach Level 5 and Level 6, he was already in his palm.
So he was in a good mood.
When this young friend was in a good mood, he simply put his hands through the back of the chair and placed them behind him, and drew them up and down, saying, "Senior, I wonder where there are thin, long and more solid lines?"
Thin, long and relatively strong thread?
The rope is strong, but very thick. The separated silk thread is thin and can be broken by pulling it. "My friend, how thin, how long, how strong should it be?" Sharjah asked.
As for why Sharjah used such a thread to do, he didn't ask. Anyway, this little kid was right under his nose. No matter what he did, would he still need to ask?
"No need to be too thin. It's almost half the thickness of a small finger. Of course, it's better to be thinner, even if the hair is as thin as it is. It's about two hundred meters long, and it's okay to be that long as one kilometer is strong. Just hang up a big guy like Uncle Anderson."
Sharjah nodded.
He didn't know what line could meet these requirements, but Old Mander must have known it.
However, curiosity still arose in his heart. - Just hang that big guy Anderson?
What exactly does this little guy want to do? Does it have anything to do with the waterfall over there?