Water is soft and formless, neither hard nor tough. But this existence has been made into a water jet that can cut steel.
The principle of this is not difficult to understand. It is nothing more than using a high-pressure pump to make the water flow reach a certain speed and create a strong water pressure, so that it has the ability to cut iron like mud. In order to make the use of water jets better, people even use
Add some fine grains of sand into it.
And since invisible and colorless water can do this, if we control the high-speed flow of Tao Qi, can we also achieve this effect?
There is no sword in the hand, but it is better than having a sword. Isn't this the highest state pursued by swordsmen in the world since ancient times?
If you think of it, do it.
Ren Xiaofan quickly stretched out his right hand, transferred the Tao Qi in his body to the palm of his hand, and wanted to control the appearance of the transformed sword. However, the result disappointed him, because the Tao Qi was not perfectly controlled as he thought, and
It was an irregular shape around his hand.
It seems that it is easy for monks to control the transmission of Tao Qi, but it is still difficult to let it transform into any shape with one's own will.
However, although this is difficult, Ren Xiaofan is obviously not someone who gives up easily.
After thinking for a moment, he rotated the Tao Qi condensed in his right hand in one direction.
Buzz buzz...
Due to the influence of the murderous aura in his body, Ren Xiaofan's Dao Qi turned red, so as the speed became faster and faster, a mini bloody tornado quickly formed in the palm of his hand.
In the main hall of the Patriarch Donghuang, apart from the statue of the Patriarch and the stove for burning incense, there are only a few futons for meditation.
But at this time, Ren Xiaofan obviously didn't care about this. He quickly stretched out his other hand to take a futon and tried to touch the mini bloody tornado with it.
Bang!
The next moment, the futon flew away from his left hand and hit the stove used to burn incense for Grandmaster Donghuang.
Not surprisingly, the stove was smashed into pieces, along with the altar table, and did not stop until it hit the statue of Donghuang Patriarch.
Ren Xiaofan's face suddenly turned pale with fright, and he no longer cared about the tornado in his hand. Instead, he quickly changed his knees to a kneeling position and worshiped the statue of the Patriarch: "Master Donghuang, please forgive me for my disciple's indiscretion.
Be careful, I will go and replace the furnace for you right now..."
However, just when the word "zi" in his "furnace" is still
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Before I could say anything, I suddenly felt dizzy in my head, and soon I lost consciousness...
It was still the same forest full of white leaves, but this time Ren Xiaofan had a direction in his mind and was not as confused as last time.
He swallowed hard and looked at the path under his feet with some hesitation.
Not only did he smash the Patriarch's "job", but he also threw the table and the bowl at the Patriarch. Wasn't this just to make the Patriarch angry... Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought his consciousness here again.
.
However, he only hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and walked forward.
If you stick your head out, it's a knife, and if you shrink your neck, it's also a knife. If you stay here forever, Master Donghuang obviously won't let you out.
Therefore there is no way to escape...
Under the blue sky, in the vast square, the lake is crystal clear and rippled.
The man was standing there with a livid face, waiting for Ren Xiaofan to arrive.
"Disciple Ren Xiaofan, pay homage to the Patriarch..."
Now that he already knows his identity, there is no point in continuing to act stupid. Besides, this is his own mistake, so Ren Xiaofan feels that he should pay this courtesy.
"Humph! No, I can't bear this gift from you..."
However, the man seemed very angry and did not accept Ren Xiaofan's kneeling. He flicked his sleeves to make him stand up straight and said: "Since you recognize me, I don't pretend anymore. I asked you to come here this time because I want to
Let you practice here..."
"Practice here?"
"Yes, this is one of my dojos. No matter what you practice here, you will get twice the result with half the effort..." The man nodded.
Ren Xiaofan felt happy when he heard this. Donghuang Taiyi is a legendary ancient god, and his dojo is naturally not comparable to ordinary dojos.
It's no wonder that after entering this square, my heart, no matter how restless, can calm down.
However, before he could express his gratitude, he heard the man say again: "Don't be too happy. I have requirements for cultivating here."
"Ah? Still have a request?" Ren Xiaofan was stunned.
"Of course, otherwise you think my dojo will be used by outsiders casually?"
"This... seems to be the same... So what is your request, Grandmaster?"
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The man did not answer immediately, but stretched out his hand and tapped his Dantian.
In an instant, Ren Xiaofan felt a pain in his dantian, and a dragon roar suddenly came from it, but the sound stopped abruptly in just a moment.
He quickly looked inside to investigate, only to see a layer of black mist that had completely shrouded the source of Taoism and the Dragon Palace Pagoda. Even if he was allowed to communicate with Prisoner Niu or even mobilize Tao Qi, there would be no response.
"You can only mobilize the Tao Qi in the meridians now. If you don't practice to achieve an effect that satisfies me, then never go out!"
Without waiting for Ren Xiaofan to react, the man disappeared out of thin air after saying this, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.
Are you kidding! What can you achieve with just a little bit of Tao Qi in your meridians?
Moreover, he said that he can only go out after "cultivating to satisfaction". What is the time limit for this satisfaction?
To satisfy a god-level figure, the last thing you need is the artistic conception of the sword...
For a moment, Ren Xiaofan froze in place at a loss, until he heard a sentence in his ear, "It's been a day outside" and he woke up.
Thinking back to the last time I preached in a dream, there was a time difference between here and outside. Only a few hours had passed here during the day outside.
In other words, he can't continue to waste time now and must practice quickly.
After forcibly closing his eyes and calming down for a while, Ren Xiaofan decided to practice his "Sword of Dao Qi". After all, he had no talent for sword intent, and he would probably make no progress even if he held it in for days and nights.
Ren Xiaofan condensed a small ball of Tao Qi into his hand and let it spin. Ren Xiaofan just stared at it.
Just now it just bounced the futon away instead of cutting it directly, which shows that the flow of Tao Qi is not fast enough.
Therefore, Ren Xiaofan not only accelerated the flow of Tao Qi again, allowing it to reach the ultimate speed that he could create.
Buzz buzz....
This time, even his right hand was trembling, which showed how fast the Tao Qi was flowing at this moment.
Looking around, the square was clean and tidy, with no messy stones or the like. This made Ren Xiaofan a little confused. Could it be that he wanted to use the stone bricks in the square as the target for cutting?