I Am A Saiyan

In the end, Sun Wuming controlled the qigong bomb so that it exploded directly without hitting any obstacle.

Boom-!

The air waves swept the bangs of the father and son.

Sun Wukong was full of emotion, even if he wanted to use a turning qigong wave, he could still use his arms to drive the direction, and cooperated with mental control, and it was impossible to turn like Sun Wuming. You must know that the farther the qigong wave flies from the body, the more energy it will consume. The more anger he has, it's not impossible for him to stab him like this, but after he stabs him, he doesn't have much anger, and the lethality of Turtle Qigong has to be reduced by more than half, which is meaningless.

The only problem is that if this state lasts for about 5 minutes, Sun Wuming's spirit will directly bottom out and fall asleep on the spot.

The father and son repaired for a while, and the time could not be calculated in the time spirit room. After the feeling was fully recovered, Sun Wukong and Sun Wuming sat on the ground to discuss.

"Whatever color it is, it's yours... maybe."

Sun Wukong glanced at his son's clean forehead, the fork mark there disappeared, indicating that the devil's qi had also been removed, this is the best: "Dad thought for a while how to arrange a training plan for you, deep red and azure blue. , one corresponds to the body, the other corresponds to the spirit, there is no need to worry about the problem of too short time, as long as you grow up healthy and practice hard, sooner or later, you will be able to extend the time and master them.”

Sun Wuming shook his tail and nodded: "Well, then Dad, how do I practice?"

"Your potential has become an upper limit that can be seen temporarily."

Sun Wukong said: "The 'explosion' of the two is the future you can foresee, one focuses on the body, the other focuses on the spirit, no matter which one is stronger than Dad's estimation, but if you want to really master it, you must To choose one of the directions for penance…”

Sun Wuming raised his little hand: "Dad! I want both!"

Sun Wukong shook his head: "No way, have you tried it before? As long as one of the two qi is mobilized, the other will be directly suppressed. There is an absolute mutual exclusion between them..."

This point can be seen when Sun Wuming broke his body to release his power before. The two kinds of arrogance use Sun Wuming's body as a battlefield, crushing and colliding with each other, tossing Sun Wuming to pieces and almost dying. Although it is not so intense now, it is completely impossible. The collision is controlled, but the two qi are still mutually exclusive - mutually exclusive to the point of completely ignoring their own will.

Sun Wukong's plan is to let Sun Wuming choose one of them, carry out ascetic cultivation with the characteristics of that kind of qi, strengthen and master it, and then completely suppress and eliminate the other weaker power, thereby eliminating this hidden danger.

Sun Wuming squeezed his small fist and said, "Dad! They are disobedient. I beat them like I did before!"

"But it's dangerous, and it's completely unpredictable where it will go."

Sun Wukong said seriously: "Cultivation requires concentration..."

Sun Wuming raised his chin and pointed at himself with a thumbs up: "Then I will concentrate on two kinds of cultivation!"

"Well... Okay, then I'll formulate two cultivation methods for you."

Sun Wukong thought and agreed.

To cultivate one of them, the plan he made is hard enough. If he cultivates two, it is even more difficult. Wuming, who is not sure when he jumps out, will change his mind. Many places exceeded my expectations.

Rather than believing that he is right, Sun Wukong believes that Sun Wuming can walk the right path.

After all, he really didn't understand that Sun Wuming was in a mess.

Chapter 21 Two Years (5/200)

In the spiritual time house, the worst environment is not gravity, temperature difference and thin air, but a vast white world with nothing... Or the sky and the earth do not exist, so when he was young, Sun Wukong stayed here for a month. Escape in a panic.

However, now that he is practicing here with his children, Sun Wukong doesn't feel anything special. At first he was worried about Wuming's mental problems, but after staying for a long time, Wuming is still alive and kicking, and he has grown taller. Not a lot.

"Oh!"

Sun Wuming kicked out.

boom!

Sun Wukong with his arms crossed flew out, flipped back to the ground, didn't even look, raised his hand to hold the small fist from behind, and said with a smile, "Wu Ming! When you can't see the enemy, attacking directly behind you is a slap in the face. What a means!"

"yes?"

The body was slightly surrounded by crimson air, and Sun Wuming disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth raised, he lay back on the spot, kicked his feet towards the sky - Sun Wuming was falling from above, head and feet on top, his hands clenched fists and swooped forward.

boom!

The collision of fists and feet brought airflow.

"Not up there!"

"It's okay if you can't! Oh ya ya ya!"

Sun Wukong kept kicking his feet, and Sun Wuming kept waving his fists. There was a close sound between the shadows of the fists and the shadows of the feet, and it was hard to tell the difference for a while.

"Dad, I am also working hard to cultivate!"

Sun Wukong suddenly changed the direction of his toes with his ankle movements. A fake action deceived Sun Wuming's fist. One of his hands had already supported the space barrier. With force, his body moved straight up. His feet were placed on Sun Wuming's chest, with his toes on his toes. The pain on the top, there is a strange feeling that I have kicked myself.

"Oh! It's flying!"

Sun Wuming, who rose up into the air, closed his eyes, and then opened his hands. He opened his hands to the sides, and his palms concentrated on the blue energy.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong resolutely put his hands on his waist, and a bright blue light like a small sun emerged.

"Dad accepts!"

Sun Wuming put his hands forward together, and a qigong wave was shot from both palms at the same time. The two blue qigong waves were entangled in a spiral, and shot straight down at Sun Wukong: "Double shock waves! Yaha!"

"Turtle School Qigong!"

Sun Wukong didn't dare to be careless. The qigong waves shot out by the azure blue qi naturally suffered very little loss, and the stability meant that it was difficult to shake. He had to release the turtle qigong with all his strength and push Sun Wuming's qigong bombs back in one breath, otherwise the stalemate would mean he would lose. !

At the moment when the Turtle School Qigong and the double shock wave were about to collide, a smile appeared on the corner of Sun Wuming's mouth.

"Dad, you've been tricked!"

Among the qigong bullets shot by the spiral entanglement, one of them suddenly turned to the side, and it was no longer entangled with the other one!

The Turtle School Qigong collided with one of them and quickly pushed in the direction of Sun Wuming, while the other Qigong projectile circled the Turtle School Qigong and continued to spiral towards Sun Wukong!

The father and son looked at each other across the qigong bomb, and at the same time chose to give up maintaining the qigong wave and moved their bodies to the side.

The Turtle School Qigong brushed past Sun Wuming and disappeared above. The double shock wave... or the single shock wave, hit the space barrier below and exploded.

"Dad, you're hiding your hand again!"

Sun Wuming shouted from above: "Your last turtle qigong was obviously not so strong!"

Sun Wukong reluctantly stuck his waist on his back and shouted back: "What's the matter with this double shock wave? Your double shock wave last time was not such a thing at all!"

"Ahhh! Why can't I stop Turtle School Qigong with one hand! I'm not happy!"

Sun Wuming fell angrily.

"If you can block the Turtle School Qigong with one hand, Grandpa Turtle Immortal will cry."

Sun Wukong shook his head and praised: "Well... this double shock wave is very interesting. I said why don't you continue to improve Turtle School Qigong, it turns out that you have your own ideas, very good!"

"of course!"

Sun Wuming put his hands on his hips: "I want to be the strongest fighter! The strongest is only one! Only one is not the same as others!"

"Oh, Dad, I'm so sad."

"I can't be sad either! Just wait, one day I'll beat Dad with a brand new move!"

Sun Wuming smiled proudly, thinking to himself that he deliberately separated from his father to practice cultivation, secretly trained new stunts, and he would definitely be able to tinker with something to defeat his father.

"Is that so? But Dad is the strongest martial artist on earth."

Sun Wukong raised his hand and rubbed his son's hair. Recently, he has been secretly practicing every day. There is definitely a chance to defeat Wuming in the sparring - to defeat the opponent in the sparring, which means that the hard power is completely crushed.

The father and son looked at each other and giggled twice, each other's stomachs rumbling, so they happily went to the dining place.

Interesting and dynamic practice, Sun Wukong has not experienced it for a long time. Since the first martial arts conference in the world, he has truly become the strongest martial arts master. Although he practiced every day in the following days, he always felt that something was missing and entered the spirit. After the time house, there is indeed a feeling of cultivation.

Even the bread and water here seem to have become delicious.

Sun Wukong took a bite of the bread, frowned, and said with a bitter face, "...It's still unpalatable."

"Yeah yeah, I miss Mom's big meal."

Sun Wuming left saliva at the corner of his mouth, and ate the bread into his stomach with difficulty.

You can’t do it without eating, and every day is a high-intensity practice.

After Sun Wuming chose the path that I want all, Sun Wukong was not soft-hearted, and the training plan he formulated was very strict. At the beginning, he needed to maintain a deep crimson air for two and a half minutes to fight against Sun Wukong, and then two points. Half-time azure air fights with Sun Wukong.

After the fight, both the mind and body are in a state of half-pulling and not pulling, and then it is time to practice. Under ten times the gravity, without using air, do push-ups, long-distance running, back-and-forth sprint running, do various physical exercises, and squeeze them through sports. Lose the remaining physical strength, and then enter into meditation at the fastest speed after exercising, imagine the enemy to fight in your mind, think about the process of your own cultivation, and imagine your own grasp of the moves...

Every time I exhausted my stamina and spirit before I started to rest. After the rest, I started to practice again. Occasionally, I needed to make time for actual combat, trying to quickly switch the use of the two qi during the battle.

Fortunately, both of them are cultivators. Sun Wuming is very interested in his playful power, and Sun Wukong is very interested in finding a suitable cultivation opponent. If it weren't for the unpalatable food when eating, neither of them could think of the outside world.

"Dad, how long have we been in here?"

"I don't know, it shouldn't be long, right?"

"I miss my mom's meal..."

"Well, having said that, I've been thinking about it for a while. I'll go out after a while."

When the father and son were eating bread and drinking water, Sun Wukong suddenly felt something was wrong: "Huh? Why is there a strange feeling of being oppressed... Shouldn't it be..."

"What kind of pressure?"

Sun Wuming asked curiously, "I don't feel it."

Sun Wukong reacted with a bit of delay - the spiritual time house, a person can only take two years here in his life, that is, two days outside.

I came in for a month when I was a kid!

"Ah, Wu Ming, it seems that I have to go first, you can stay for a month, or go out when you are bored..."

Sun Wukong disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the half-eaten bread fell on the space barrier.

Sun Wuming was stunned, wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and patted the space barrier: "Dad? Hello—Dad is out?"

After a brief silence, Sun Wuming threw the bread and backflipped happily.

"Hahahaha! One month! When I go out, I'll beat Dad!"

Um, what can I cultivate in a month? !

Sun Wuming thought carefully and found that whether he cultivated crimson qi or azure blue qi, he probably couldn't beat his father. In the past few days, the use time of both still stayed at five minutes, and crimson qi was harmful to the body. The strengthening of the qi, or the manipulation of the qi by the blue qi and the strengthening of the spirit, are much stronger, but the consumption also comes up, resulting in only five minutes.

According to my father, that is, I have not caught up with the bottom line of the two powers, but my body has weakened the effects of the two powers for self-protection. When I can use the two powers like ordinary Qi, When there is no negative impact on the body, it is officially started...

Just don't know why, Sun Wuming felt that his father was wrong. He felt that these two forces did not listen to him, so they were not his, and of course they would not become stronger as he became stronger.

A month is probably not enough.

Sure enough, you have to cultivate mysterious power.

What mysterious power?

Of course it was the strange grey seed in his head.

Sun Wuming sat cross-legged on the ground, entered a state of meditation, and observed the gray seeds in his head that corresponded to the position between his eyebrows.

It was an oval shape, with a hazy gray mist lingering on its surface. He felt that this thing was his own qi, the qi that penetrated his body at that time, but somehow it became like this.

Sun Wuming didn't even know the use of this weird thing. He felt that he could control it, but he couldn't control it.

Until not long ago, when Sun Wuming tried to "explode gas", he found that the seed had absorbed a little burning crimson gas.

Does this thing need gas?

Sun Wuming mobilized his crimson energy to flow to the position of the gray seed, wrapped it in and stuffed it inside, and after a wisp of it, a wisp of it was spit out.

It's ok! At the same time, Sun Wuming also mobilized the azure blue qi. The two types of qi, which are not mutually exclusive as long as they are not too close together, surround the gray seeds at the same time, and are controlled by Sun Wuming to shove them into it.

eat! feed me! Then a mysterious power erupted, and he defeated Dad with a bang!

Sun Wuming felt that this was the last hope, and it took a month to defeat his father's hope.

When the gray seed was stuffed with a puff of air, it spit out a puff of air. After all, it spit out not as fast as Sun Wuming, and soon Sun Wuming stuffed all the air in.

Om-!

The gray seed trembled violently, and Sun Wuming wondered, the power doesn't seem to be very strong?

At this moment, Sun Wuming felt those small bubbles in his body... No, it should be said that the small black dots in the cells glowed at the same time, as if they were resonating with the gray seeds for an instant.

Whoosh-!

Sun Wuming, who was sitting in the spiritual time room, disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving a few wisps of gray fog that slowly moved in place.

If you dye it a color, it looks like the vast white space behind the space barrier in the spiritual time house, almost exactly the same.

Chapter 22 Come to a bowl of ramen