Ten Thousand Paths to Becoming a God

Looking at the quiet cultivation of the nightingale, this figure left and came to the bamboo house where Miyazawa was located.

"Master." The figure came to the front of the bamboo house, and the palace in the bamboo house walked out quickly.

"Well, these three boys are all good seedlings. They are strict with them. I will call a few of the comrades to come over tomorrow. I will pack up and pack up, build several bamboo buildings, and leave the three disciples. The three of them are still small. Daily life still needs to be taken care of." Liu Yangyu nodded to the palace Xuan, and at the same time opened his mouth.

"The disciple understands." Gong Xuan nodded.

After explaining it, Liu Yangyu left.

After cultivating for one night, I washed it a bit. The nightingale first hit a circle of punches, then returned to the bamboo house, and opened Gong Xuan to his own war skills books.

Chasing the wind gun method, this is a set of guns. Standing in the yard, the nightingale began to study in detail. At this time, he was very grateful to the ancient pipa. Although Zhuyuan Village is the Orion Village, he did not forget the nightingale. The cultural teachings, so the words on the classics are hard to beat the night, and some ancient characters are also recognized.

Take out the black iron gun, and the nightingale began to practice the pursuit of the wind in the yard.

After practicing for a while, the night sighed, because there was no effect of chasing the wind.

Chasing the wind gun method, there are two points to pursue, one is fast, pay attention to fast and slow; the other is fierce, requires great strength, and the gun is like a dragon.

There was a half hour of cultivation, no matter the speed or strength, the nightingale did not find the feeling.

Sighing, the nightingale sat down in the small yard and thought about how to do both. I thought about it for a long time and still didn't find the feeling. The conclusion was that the repair was not enough and the physical strength was not enough.

Standing up and spitting out a breath, the nightingale continued to cultivate. The nightingale’s plan was to cultivate the foundation first, and to raise the infuriating spirit first, and to cultivate the combat skills to get twice the result with half the effort.

In the next two days, I was working hard to cultivate. The middle palace Xuan came once to explain the problems in cultivation to the nightingale. On the question of chasing the guns, Gong Xuan’s answer made the nightingale suddenly open.

The chasing gun method is the second-order combat technique, which is the cultivation of the cultivators of Juyuan. It is also impossible for Gong Xuan to use the night scorpion to chase the guns, because there is no first-order gun and trench warfare.

This night, I felt a little harder in my heart, and cultivation is not a problem of chasing the guns.

I confessed to the nightingale, and went to him if there was a problem. Gong Xuan left. He knows how to teach others. If you teach by hand, you can teach yourself the most of yourself. When you are critical, you can just give pointers. The rest of the time is good.

On the fifth day of Taifeng, the repair of the nightingale entered the refining level four for success. This made the nightingale very happy. It took less than two months to get out of Zhuyuan Village, and the strength can be improved a lot. Several times before.

The strength has improved, and the nightingale went to practice the pursuit of the wind, although it can not be practiced in the realm of the gun, but still improve itself.

At the nightingale cultivation, Gong Xuan came. "This is your robes. If you don't send it to you, you won't take it in the past."

Looking at the robes that Gong Xuan lost on the bamboo table, the nightingale took it up and walked toward the house. He walked to the half of the night and stood up. "Shi Bo, is the white robes not the robes of the inner disciples?" Do the new members start from the outside disciples?"

"Normally, the newly-introduced disciples are all outside disciples in their status, but we are too ridiculous. As long as they officially enter Taifeng, they are all inside disciples." Gong Xuan said with a smile, he said that he is more proud. This is the strength of Liu Yangyu, which is recognized on the drug valley.

Taifeng is only a servant, an inner disciple, an elite disciple, and a core disciple. There is no outside disciple.

"It turned out to be like this." The nocturnal nodded, he thought he was going through the outside discipline.

"Small thirteen, you should not be too hard, chasing the guns, you should be familiar with it, don't be too eager to ask, and if you have nothing, go to Shibo to have a cup of tea and relax." Gong Xuan looked at the night of the night. With sweat, he said, he does not want too much pressure on the night, after all, the 14-year-old nightingale is still a child.

"Thank you, Shibo, the night owl knows." The nightingale nodded to the palace.

"Well, that Shibo is gone, and I have to go to the two **** to see them. They can't worry about your two bastards." Waving to the nightingale, Gong Xuan left.

When Tang Tian and Chu Ning were there, Gong Xuan couldn't have a good face. Seeing that Tang Tian didn't practice was directly an open skunk.

Tang Tian was very wronged, but he just stopped taking a breath and was caught by Gong Xuan. Taking the nightingale as an example, Tang’s Tang Tian was speechless.

Chu Ning did not run over there. Chu Ning, who had to break the teapot to boil water to make tea, was even worse. Gong Xuan said that he would wait for three months to see the result. Whoever did not advance, then Wan Yulin saw.

In the next few days, I worked hard to cultivate. The night came out from the bamboo building. When I was about to take a shower, I saw a white bird with a height of one person falling in the front of the bamboo building. Only the wings are full of blood.

What bird is this? Still young.

Looking at the feathers and cockroaches on the white bird, the nightingale judged that this is a wounded beast, a young monster, with a lot of room for growth, watching Lie and claws, and the nightingale knows this one. Birds that don’t have a name for themselves. If you are an adult, you must be a monster. If you can tame, it is the best flying mount.

The nightingale with the idea is slowly approaching the white bird.

When there were six or seven feet away from the white bird, the white bird was alert. This made the nightingale more certain of his own thoughts. This bird is a different kind. When he used to hunt, there were very few vicious monsters.

Seeing the nightingale, the white bird began to run, and the nightingale began to chase, such a chance to miss the night.

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The speed of the nightingale is very fast, but the speed of the white bird is not slow. Although the wings are injured and cannot fly, the speed between the wings is much faster than that of the average monster, and the black is killed before the nightingale. The speed of the lion is several times faster. This is the repair of the nightingale to the fourth floor of the refining, which is not lost.

Not being smashed by white birds, the nightingale is not afraid. On endurance, the nightingale runs through the wilderness of Zhuyuan Village, but he does not believe that this white bird can still run for several hours.

One chasing one, one person and one bird are getting farther and farther away from Xiaozhufeng. The white bird is flustered and the nightingale is followed by the back.

At half an hour, one bird and one bird rushed out of the mountains.

The nightingale wants to swear, this white bird's wounded blood is constantly flowing, but it is not stopping, even if it is stopping the battle!

Just when the nightingale was a little annoyed, the white bird stopped and couldn't stop screaming.

"Let you run, why don't you run." The nightingale flickered and caught up with the white bird.

After catching up, the face of the nightingale changed. He knew why the white bird did not run, why did he make such a scream.

The white bird's claws were entangled by the red tentacles of the two human arms, and they continued to pull toward the front.

The nightingale stepped forward and waved the black iron gun in his hand and smashed toward the red tentacles.

boom!

A muffled sound came out, and the night squatted toward the back. The red tentacles did not break, and the anti-earthquake was extremely strong, almost making the nightingale stand unsteadily.