C7 Pretending to be Cool and Asking for the Wolf's Life

In fact, the location Elder Fu chose was close to the stream, where wild beasts roamed frequently. In addition, Zifeng had created such a huge commotion during his cultivation. Wind Wolf had immediately followed him here. Wind Wolf slowly walked out of the grass. Under the sunlight, the green mane was upside down. It glittered. Sharp fangs, strong limbs, Like the body of a calf, as well as the low growls from its mouth from time to time. . . All of them stimulated the nerves of the old man and the young man opposite him.

Wind Wolf was also a noble among the pack of wolves. One could see the white fur on his head. He was usually the leader of the pack. Today, he would occasionally come out for a stroll and meet an old man and a young man. His confidence was extremely inflated, and he was planning to have some fun with the two of them. In any case, he was still an old and weak child and did not have much combat strength. He was so happy that he wanted to step over his head. He was full of flair, like a victorious rooster. He wagged his tail and slowly paced around. Slowly pacing back and forth. . .

Zifeng was a little stunned. What a big wolf. This fellow really made people blush with shame. He was simply a scum of the wolf race. Zifeng wasn't worried at all. In any case, Elder Fu was by his side. On the other hand, Elder Fu. . . Grandmother, I was cultivating under the blanket just now. He was drawing talismans to stimulate himself, and he was worried that there was no place for him to vent his anger. [This guy is still showing off in front of me. Fine. ] I'll let you show off. . . Without saying another word, he flashed. Arriving in front of the Wind Wolf, regardless of whether it had a copper head or a metal bone, His foot landed on the self-proclaimed white fur of the Wind Wolf and fiercely stuffed the huge wolf head into the soil.

The same goes for the wolf, its mind was filled with thoughts of how to observe the other party. Instead, it was thinking about how to turn around beautifully from a distance away. Otherwise, Wind Wolf's speed would not be so useless, so the tragedy happened just like that. Wind Wolf did not pull his head out. He only made a Wu Wu Wu sound. After the fight, Elder Fu kicked the Wind Wolf into the sky. He helped the Wind Wolf pull its head out, but at this time, the Wind Wolf had already vented out a lot of its anger. It did not breathe much and was on the verge of dying.

Elder Fu tidied up his messy clothes and threw the Wind Wolf in front of Zifeng. He turned around and entered the house. Zifeng was shocked. This was too explosive! Elder Fu also did not know that today's unintentional action. . . It had changed Zifeng's style of martial arts. This was the latter part of the story. Now, Zifeng carried the Wind Wolf and eagerly walked to the riverside. He asked Elder Fu for a small knife and started to dissect the wolf's legs.

Not long after, the surroundings were filled with a tempting fragrance. Zifeng picked up a roasted wolf's leg and gave it to Elder Fu after jogging all the way. After wolfing down a few pieces of wolf meat. He impatiently took out the scroll and started studying it. Burning Heaven Fist Using the highest grade Yellow Rank cultivation technique at full force was like burning fire. It could burn everything in the world. Zifeng looked at it and silently remembered the route and moves of the cultivation technique a few times. He couldn't wait to practice it.

Each and every move and style seemed very awkward. He couldn't grasp them accurately, and his steps were also a little messy. It was no wonder. Zifeng had never cultivated much since he was young because of his physical condition. It could also be said that he had no foundation at all. Therefore, once he came into contact with a skill or technique, he was even more at a loss of what to do. He could only follow the general trend and randomly attack. However, they felt an intense desire in their hearts. After all, he was already a Martial Master. However, he did not even have a single cultivation technique. This was not something he could do in the future.

At this moment, Elder Fu walked out and looked at Zifeng's flowery fists and embroidered legs. This foundation, hehe, is something you can bear. As Zifeng was gesturing, a chill suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. It was summer, and the sun was shining brightly at this moment. How could it be cold?

Elder Fu walked over with a kind face. "Alright, stop gesticulating. From today onwards, start building a solid foundation with me. There is no need to talk about anything without a solid foundation. " After saying that, he casually threw an ink-black broadsword at Zifeng. With a bang, a large crater was formed on the ground.

"In the future, you will learn to draw talismans with me in the morning, refine the foundation in the afternoon, and circulate your cultivation technique at night. First, familiarize yourself with this Ink Blade. In the future, you will have to carry it on your back every day, and you won't even be able to take it off for me to sleep. "

Oh. Zifeng grabbed the hilt of the Ink Blade and exerted all his strength, but the Ink Blade did not budge at all. Zifeng tried to drive his Yuan Qi. He used almost all of his Yuan Qi before the Ink Blade was picked up. Zifeng let out a breath and forcefully carried the black saber on his back. His knees could not help but tremble, and he looked like he was on the verge of collapse.

In a short period of time, in just a few breaths, The consumption of Yuan Qi had reached an astonishing degree. Elder Fu narrowed his eyes. This Ink Blade was something that his friend had learned a long time ago when he first started refining. He had declared that he wanted to refine the most important divine weapon in history, but who knew how many twists and turns it would take? This' heavy 'was indeed there, but the word' want 'was at the end. It was gone.

Not to mention Mo Tie. In other words, besides the weight, this knife was useless. Elder Fu had always kept the knife by his side. From time to time, he would take it out to mock his old friend. He did not expect it to be of such use today. He had foresight indeed.

Zifeng carried the Ink Blade on his back and tried to take a step forward a few times. However, he couldn't even lift his foot. He could only hold on at his original position helplessly. Drops of sweat dripped onto the dry ground. They splashed up into the air and threw dust into the air. Finally, after standing for about ten minutes, Zifeng's Yuan Qi was exhausted, and he sat down on the ground. He gasped for breath. After a long while, he recovered his Yuan Qi and stood up again. Just like that, he tossed and turned as the sun gradually set. Zifeng finally took a firm step forward, even though he fainted afterwards. However, Zifeng was very satisfied in his heart.

At night, under the cover of the night, Zifeng circulated his mental cultivation method again and again. When his Yuan Qi was full and there was no way to consume it, Zifeng was covered in starlight, accompanied by the sounds of insects and frogs. Of course, there was also the Ink Blade, which was silent throughout the night.

In fact, Zifeng could not wait to cultivate. Other than wanting to become a strong person, he also wanted to prove to the people of Woo Family Village that his mother, Bai Yihan, and father, Woo Feichen were so persistent. It wasn't meaningless. He would make them proud.

Elder Fu didn't rest for the whole night. At this stage, not resting for ten days or half a month wouldn't affect him. Seeing Zifeng like this, Elder Fu wanted to persuade Zifeng to stop more than once. However, he knew that there were some paths that needed to be taken by himself. Other people couldn't go left or right, but he could only give directions and take the wind to step onto that path.

The morning light arrived as promised again, and the birds in the forest started to chirp. It was noisy, and it was circling in the sky. Zifeng opened his eyes. He clenched his fists. He had been cultivating for the whole night. It seemed like this method was right since he had already condensed a lot of Yuan Qi. Zifeng saw Elder Fu walking over from afar. "Master. Teach me the Sound Transmitting Talisman today. I want to learn how to draw the Sound Transmitting Talisman as soon as possible. " They had been away from home for a few days. His mother must have been worried a long time ago.

Elder Fu did not waste any time talking nonsense. "Draw five hundred Essence Replenishing Talismen first, then I'll teach you Sound Transmitting Talismen. Remember what I told you before, the finishing touches. " After saying that, he left behind a pile of Talisman Papers and food, then turned and left.

Zifeng didn't have any complaints. He knew that he had just come into contact with talismans, so his understanding of talisman drawing was only the tip of the iceberg. Other than constantly drawing, constantly studying, and comprehending, there was no other way. Zifeng slowly moved his body. The distance of more than ten steps could be described as the speed of a snail. In two hours, Zifeng had recovered his Yuan Qi a few times before he came to the table and stood still.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his condition. He used more than 90% of his Yuan Qi to support the Ink Blade behind him, and then used the remaining Yuan Qi to draw runes. In his eyes, this was a simple matter of using Yuan Qi to draw runes. Now, he was somewhat stretched out. The Talisman Brushes gradually began to emit a light. Zifeng hurriedly took a Talisman Paper and began drawing according to his memories. When he drew two-thirds of it, his Yuan Qi would be depleted. Zifeng had no choice but to use some of the Yuan Qi he had used to support the Ink Blade. His body suddenly sank. Zifeng gritted his teeth and stood up. However, the Talisman Paper had been destroyed because of the shake just now. He felt helpless. Zifeng adjusted his breathing slightly and started drawing the second talisman again.

Even though he drew without stopping, before lunch, Zifeng had only drawn a total of ten Essence Replenishing Talismen, and he had used up eight of them. Furthermore, he had fainted once because of his rapid success. Zifeng's face was filled with worry. He was roasting the wolf meat in a daze, swallowing the jujubes without waiting for it to be cooked. After filling his stomach, he carried the Ink Blade on his back without stopping. He slowly moved around in the open space, step by step. . .