Undefeated God of War

The news of going back has already spread to Wuhoufu, and Wuhou immediately sent a very luxurious car. Originally, Wuhou also tried to invite Gu Xue to Wuhoufu to be a guest, but Gu Xue needed a stable state at this time. The king who just arrived did not cares, but also spent a lot of time to enlighten, and had to refuse.

Not in the mountains, everyone really found the veins. This vein is owned by the family, and the war, the youth and the Pearl Princess will share its profits. A few people intend to reduce their share, inheriting the king's unrequited Gu Xue, destined to become a Tianlu-level warrior, and it is more important to have a good relationship with Gu Xue. However, Gu Xue still insisted on a good plan before deliberation, and she did not take the veins too seriously.

"A Xue, I am leaving!" Tang Tian jumped into the car and waved his arm. The loud voice: "A Xue, work hard! I will find you later!"

Gu Xue’s face smiled and he nodded earnestly and firmly: “Well!”

She held the big king with one hand and did not care for it. The long blue dress and long black hair fluttered in the air. She picked up her toes and raised her right wrist, desperately waving to Tang Tian. Looking at the car far away, watching the figure go away.

The warm sunshine, according to the verdant mountains, the blue sky, the girls quickly pick up the loss and sadness in their hearts. The girl who looked up, her face was filled with warmth and strength.

Xue Baisu wrists are pinched into fists.

Imitating the tone of Tang Tian, ​​Gu Xue crisply shouted.

"God girl, come on!"

She was amused by her own actions, smiled, her eyes bent like a crescent, like a cat's expression.

Ash must be refueling. When he sees him again, he must scare him.

Glanced at the eyes, Xiao Xue, who smiled and smiled, said softly to himself.

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The van was flying in the air. This time, in order to prevent accidents, the star owner and the four deacons were carefully guarded along the way.

The van is very luxurious and the space is great. Everyone has their own room. The little girl was going to prepare for the journey, so she asked the teacher to release the handsome Uncle of the Magic Flute. If I knew that Tang Tianyi entered the room, she would never go out again.

Southern Crusaders recruit camp.

Soldiers, ghosts, and magic flutes stood side by side, watching Tang Tian, ​​who was practicing the fire and ghosts.

"The sixth-order study is a bit early." Bing looked at the face of a veteran person, pretending to be a model: "According to my many years of experience, it is not a good thing to pull out the seedlings."

Ghosts are cold and cold: "Don't you always do this kind of thing?"

The soldiers are speechless, indeed, the cultivation of his designs for Tang Tian is far more than the power of Tang Tian.

The magic flute watched the game with interest, and he was full of interest in both. Especially the soldiers, the soul of the Southern Cross Corps period, survived to this day, he was very surprised. Although the origin of the ghost claws is not as prominent as the soldiers, it is not the general level to be able to create a master claw method.

But what made him most curious was this magical resident. The magic flute can clearly feel that his strength is quietly recovering, although the speed is very slow, but still makes him very surprised. Over the years, his strength has been continually lost, and he has nothing to do with it. When his power is exhausted, it is the day he dissipates. For any soul, this is an inevitable result.

Unexpectedly, there is such a magical place in this world...

Beginning to integrate into the magical flute of resident life, and soon find new fun, that is, soldiers and ghosts torture Tang Tian.

He is also very curious about Tang Tian, ​​a teenager who is not affected by the slow sound of the flute, but it is rare. This is unusual.

Soon, his interest became more intense.

What is a fun and promising teenager, what will it look like under the toss of two powerful teachers?

Tang Tian is carrying out a very boring cultivation. In front of him is a thick anvil. He infuse his power and constantly rubs back and forth on the anvil.

Tang Tian was sweating and drumming his eyes, giving him the power to eat milk. The fingers continued to grind the anvil, sparks splashed, iron sand and sweat flew.

"This is your fire and ghost claws?" The soldiers some disdain: "Hey, I will give you the precious cultivation time of Xiao Tang Tang, you have to be responsible. Don't find some rural cultivation methods that don't adjust, waste everyone's time. ""

"I am a countryman." The ghost claws are cold.

Soldiers lived, just at this time, Tang Tian had worn the anvil in front of him, and his hands and fingers were almost none of his own. With ten fingers, the thick anvil with a thickness of twenty centimeters was worn through, so that the boring things were actually made.

Tang Tian gasped, and the fingers were like claws and could not stretch.

"It’s beautiful!" The soldier applauded and squinted his eyes and said: "There is no technically savvy, and it is really not worthy of a teenager. Only the chief instructor of the Southern Cross Corps, like me, knows how to practice Orthodox..."

"Shut up!" Ghost claws impatiently said: "How did you not find yourself so noisy before?"

The soldiers were furious and wanted to speak. Tang Tian gasped and said: "What is the cultivation next?"

This anvil, he grinded for three days.

"As usual." Ghost claws.

"As usual?" Tang Tianyi looked at the anvil that had been worn by him: "I have finished grinding!"

"Finished? This is just the beginning." Ghost claws cold channel.

Hey!

Numerous anvils, like raindrops, descend from the sky and fill the room. Densely and neatly, at first glance, Tang Tian gave birth to a sense of dizziness, and he trembled: "How much more to grind... How many?"

"10,000 yuan." Ghost claws faint.

Tang Tian almost fainted in the past, grinding through 10,000 pieces of anvil...

"If you want to cultivate a master-class firecracker, wear this 10,000 pieces of anvil, with your qualifications, there should be no problem." Ghost claws calm.

" Ten thousand pieces, three days a piece, that is 30,000 days, plus six thousand five hundred pieces, you can practice for ten years! Even if the speed is faster, make a discount, five years." Practice a seventh-order master claw method, is your head caught by the door?"

"The method I have taught you, can not practice, is your own choice." Ghost claws did not care, straight to Tang Tiandao.

Ten thousand anvils...

Rao is Tang Tian, ​​and I can’t help but be a little daunted.

Tang Tian took a deep breath and said: "I practice!"

Isn't that a thousand anvils? Compared with the basic martial arts practice of the year, the number is far worse. There is no shortcut to all martial arts. He remembered the stone ladder that was not carved out of the mountain with a sword, and thought of the dense swords in the cave. Every road leading to the master martial arts must be extremely difficult.

What's more, there are new recruits in their own camps. In light time, there are many more than others.

Apart from anything else, Tang Tian began a long and difficult journey of grinding anvil.

Time passed by.

Tang Tian quickly found the trick, the powerful intuition of the silver martial arts, which made him extremely sensitive to the flow of the power, and after entering the sixth stage, the power expanded to many corners that could not reach before, his body Control has also been significantly strengthened.

Tang Tian soon discovered that the entire palm was filled with the power, but the effect was not good. If a thin layer of force is attached to the fingertips, not only can the power consumption be greatly reduced, but also the friction effect can be improved.

Tang Tian’s ten fingers are like ten iron bars, rubbing back and forth on the anvil, sparks splashing.

"Tang Tian is very smart." The Magic Flute was amazed. Tang Tian's efficiency increased rapidly, from three days to one, and soon to one day, and then three times a day, but it took ten days.

"Smart?" The soldier looked at the magic flute with a strange look: "You actually think he is smart. To be honest, I have never seen anyone who is more stupid than him, arithmetic within one hundred, come ten times ten times. Estimate him. The teacher of that year must have been mad at many times."

When the magic flute remembered the performance of Tang Tianping, he couldn’t help but smile: "He is not too clever."

"Not too clever?" Bing laughed: "He will be second, will be stupid, the brain will not turn at all. www.wuxiaspot.com~ Such a guy, you actually only use one sentence is not too clever, you are too hypocritical It is."

"You are now similar to Tang Tian." The ghost claws screamed coldly.

The soldier was furious: "Are you insulting me?"

"Yes." The ghost claw nodded.

When I saw the two people quarreling again, the magic flute quickly opened the subject: "But I see him practicing very quickly."

The soldier was distracted: "In terms of cultivation, this guy is an out-and-out genius. However, the theoretical style of the academic school must not be used. The IQ of this guy is close to zero. Those complicated theories, he absolutely I don't understand. But if you throw him into a desperate situation, you will find that the one who came out to live must be him."

The soldiers said: "The new recruits I have encountered before, I call them the Fauvism. They are just like the beasts, they are not smart, but they have amazing intuition, and they practice martial arts and get started quickly. What is important is that The Fauvist guys often have pure hearts and unusual attachments. When the two are combined, they are like a dazzling light."

"It is true." The devil flute agreed.

"If the Fauvism is in the college, it will be very miserable. They are always not good at theory. They are born wild roads and actual combatants. Actual combat and desperation are the most suitable cultivation places for them."

The Magic Flute is a bit curious: "Have you ever had a very good Fauvism?"

The soldiers nodded: "Yes, but the Fauvism is often the easiest to die. Actual combat can make people progress, but the actual elimination rate is much higher than other cultivation methods. It is easy to die. Many talented Fauvisms die. It’s very early.”

Ghosts did not speak, just staring at the sparks of Tang Tian, ​​who was sweating like rain.

His eyes flashed a glimpse of light.