Paradise of Demonic Gods

In the next few days, Fang Xingjian began to practice the sword training every morning. After all the cultivation techniques were completed, the potential that can be pulled out reached the upper limit, and he began to practice the meteor flying sword to improve the reaction quality.

Even with his talent, after the entire practice is over, it often arrives at noon.

After eating a variety of medicated medicated diets, Fang Xingjian will choose to take a nap for half an hour. This is to maintain the heart of the heart, as well as the health of the brain, it will make him more energetic in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, he began to practice the swordsmanship before the storm masters. Before that, he learned six sets of swordsmanship, and together they learned a total of 10 sets, but the new swordsmanship has not been upgraded to level 10, nor Know how many doors can provide him with additional attributes.

He carefully looked at the basic swordsmanship of the storm master, the savage swordsman and the Aurora swordsman. The total of the five basic swordsmanships, the first three of them practiced five sets of swords.

"Five sets of swordsmanship?" Fang Xingjian muttered: "Why are they exactly five sets of swordsmanship?"

Fang Xingjian studied it carefully. The five sets of swords that each of them practiced were not repeated, and all of them were very clear in the practice of different parts of the sword.

That is to say, regardless of the storm dominated, the savage swordsman or the Aurora Sword Spirit, when they were young, before they turned, they deliberately selected five swords that could cover the whole body but did not overlap each other.

However, Fang Xingjian has been practicing until now, although the secret of perfect muscles is in these swords, but it is too late to find real clues.

It was another afternoon. At dinner, Jack and Anthony knocked on the door and walked in under the leadership of the maid.

Seeing Jack's nose and face swollen, Fang Xingjian asked: "You have been beaten by them?"

When he saw Jack not talking, Anthony shrugged: "Since Kaunitz turned around, they became more and more arrogant. The civilians in the college were originally few. When they met the nobility, they basically did not dare to resist..."

"What aristocrats." Jack yelled: "Does their ancestors have no peasants, no hunters? No civilians? Who is not from civilians?"

"But they are not now," Anthony sighed.

Fang Xingjian said to the maid: "Let's serve."

Looking at a table of dishes was picked up, Jack and Anthony stopped the quarrel and said with a sigh of relief: "Master Huang Lin is very good to you, and his share of violent animals has doubled."

Anthony was embarrassed to say: "We often come to eat rice, Master Huang Lin will not be upset?"

Jack grabbed the barbecue and ate it, and muttered and said: "Nothing, anyway, so many star swords can't finish."

Fang Xingjian asked while eating: "Who hit you this time?"

"Several last-time guys told us not to take care of you any more." Jack shouted: "Isn't it a knight who is a year earlier than me? Why should I listen to them? I tell you..."

Anthony said: "Fortunately, the college does not allow private fights. They only teach you when they are practicing in martial arts classes."

I heard Jack and Anthony telling them that they have been bullied by the nobility in the past few days. During this time, Fang Xingjian did not leave the house and did not go to class, so those nobles could only find Anthony and the relationship with Fang Xingjian. Jack's trouble.

Listening and listening, Fang Xingjian found that his emotions seemed to be somewhat different.

He slowly tried to figure out the change in his mood: "This feeling... is it disgusting? Uncomfortable?"

After dinner, Jack and Anthony left, Fang Xingjian lying on the sofa, thinking in his heart: "It is reasonable to say that my emotions should be deprived. I have not felt any friendship for more than half a year. Love Feelings of love..."

Indeed, whether it is Kyle, or Vivian of the Pavilion, or Jack, Anthony, or even Huang Lin, Fang Xingjian is similar to ordinary people, but in the end he never really put these in his heart. People are close people.

But recently he practiced research on ripples and minds. His central law dominates the thinking and emotions of the person. Under this research, he feels the wrongness in the emotions.

He found that although he would not love, he could not feel friendship and affection, but he would still be angry, hateful, and disgusted.

This is why he has been waiting for Jack and others to come to dinner these few days. He is feeling the subtle changes in this mood.

"So, although I deprived me of my positive feelings, did the negative feelings actually leave me?"

Fang Xingjian slowly drank the medicinal liquor in the bottle, and suddenly remembered the scene in the magical capital.

Li Xiaohua's cold face, cruel words, the sorrows and white eyes from childhood to childhood, Caroline's torture, humiliation, abuse, and the scene appeared in his mind.

For a moment, Fang Xingjian’s muscles were tightened, and a trace of blood was spreading from his eyes. It was like a fierce beast. His arms, neck and forehead were all roots. .

Hatred, anger, boundless anger and hate almost drowned his consciousness.

The next moment, an angry drink, he stood up and teared the table and chairs in front of him.

"Li Shuanghua... Caroline..."

The two names were spit out of his mouth, and Fang Xingjian gasped for a big mouth. After a long time, he gradually suppressed his anger.

Then he flashed Konitz's voice in his mind, snoring, and the murderousness in his eyes flashed. He had completely controlled his negative emotions.

When clapping hands, there is a maid to clean the room, Fang Xingjian walks toward the practice room, and then the time to practice ripples and heart.

Sitting on the floor, Fang Xingjian holds the cultivation cheats of the ripples of the wind and the wind.

Ripple is a frequency of human breathing and blood flow. As long as it can control the rhythm of your breathing and blood flow, it can change the essence of the body, and then communicate the etheric ecstasy in the secret world and gain all kinds of incredible abilities.

I once again looked at the practice methods and precautions of the ripples of the wind and the wind. The square star sword plate sat on the ground, and the whole person's breathing became slower and slower, more and more tangled, if nothing.

Every time he inhales, his stomach bulges slightly, his limbs are tight, his palms and palms contract, and when he is raised, the whole person opens like a spring.

Every time he breathes, he must match the rhythm of breathing, and carry out the strength of the body and the body.

At the same time, his muscles and muscles trembled and jumped up, especially the heart of the chest, like someone playing drums in the room.

This is the rhythm of his blood flow through the physical force, which in turn controls the blood flow in all parts of the body.

After a long time, Fang Xingjian’s head was full of sweat, and the whole person spit out a sigh of gas.

An hour passed, and this is the longest time he can keep the ripples.

And if you want to really connect into ripples, you must have 24 hours a day, no matter whether you are sitting or sleeping, fighting or sleeping. You can always maintain this state and change the essence of life bit by bit.

Obviously, Fang Xingjian has no talent on the road of practicing ripples, or that his qualifications are mediocre.

That is, when he had just completed a round of ripple cultivation, a male voice rang and the words were full of disdain and contempt.

"As for your talent, even if you practice for another year, you will definitely not be able to practice the ripples of the wind."