Into the Immortal Cultivation

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"This is how things are." In Wanxian Fantasy, Wang Qi told Feng Luoyi what happened the day before. Holy Light, as the next supernatural power of the Flame of Life, is also focused on the spiritual and soul fields. His exhausted spirit has almost recovered.

Feng Luoyi doesn't seem to understand Wang Qi's intention of saying this. Wang Qi is worthy of explanation: "You want me to explode people-do we do a little targeted training?"

Feng Luoyi squinted at Wang Qi: "Why?"

"Ah? Well, my mana is definitely not as good as those who entered the door two years earlier ..."

Feng Luoyi still shook his head: "If there is a pure mana gap, the mana within three times is not enough to bring the essential gap."

For ancient Faxiu, the amount of mana can directly determine the victory or defeat of a battle, but for today's Faxiu, mana is only one of the factors that determine the victory and defeat, magical powers, spells, martial arts, these can determine the battle Victory or defeat. This is like fighting against the earth. When both sides use cold weapons, physical strength is the only factor. But once both sides can use thermal weapons without restriction, personal fitness is less important.

Feng Luoyi looked at Wang Qi sternly: "Although I did tell you to win, but don't disrupt your pace for this matter. Your first task now is to study arithmetic"

Immediately afterwards, the two men began to study the problem again.

Wang Qi feels that this work is getting harder. In the past few days, Feng Luoyi has always come with problems. These problems are all sharp and profound. And Wang Qi can see that that is exactly the way to prove the compatibility of arithmetic systems with over-limit induction. And with the deepening of his discussion with Feng Luoyi, the problems encountered have become more and more difficult, and the amount of calculation required has also increased. Feng Luoyi, who wears a mirror, bears most of the calculations, but Wang Qi will still count on the exhaustion of his mental strength.

This made Wang Qi feel that he underestimated the Divine Abacus, and let alone, Feng Luoyi actually crushed himself with only one incarnation, one mindfulness, and some computing power. This made him feel that his own cultivation plan should be advanced again.

Whenever Wang Qi reaches the limit, Feng Luoyi will point to his spells, martial arts, or exchange some technical ideas. Wang Qi occasionally asks Feng Luoyi for some things about Faki's construction.

Feng Luoyi is not a good master, but his theoretical level is very high. He didn't teach his disciples because most people couldn't get his way of thinking. However, the accumulation of Wang Qi II was slightly higher than the mathematics level of Shenzhou. In addition, he was really extraordinary, and he could barely keep up with Feng Luoyi's thinking, and learned everything from the other party.

Every past day, Wang Qi's strength has greatly improved.

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The northern suburb of Shenjing, Xianmeng Inn.

If there is a present method to come to Shenjing, then most of him came to the Tianlingling sect's resident outside here-the Shenjing Plain Area Research Institute for Spirits. Most of the current Fa-Xiu practitioners are reluctant to enter Shenjing. Therefore, Xianmeng's post is also opened next to the research hall, not in the city like other places.

Suo Wenhong was holding Jade Calf, sitting alone under the moonlight. Yuzhan can increase the color of wine, and it is lined with amber liquor. He has long black hair and loose hair, and looks elegant.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Suo Wenhong praised: "This wine is good. Shenjing is worthy of the most extravagant place in the world. I am afraid that the good things of the whole Shenzhou have come here."

"It's a pity that these descendants of ancient law don't know that the real good things are always free." Another handsome man came out of the darkness. There are several butterflies flying around him, and those butterflies are still glowing with metallic color. Upon closer inspection, they are actually small organ beasts made of metal foil.

"The kid didn't know whether he was alive or not, and he would probably choose martial arts-in the end he was just the mortal mortal who had just started, and he hadn't learned the rules of this law." Brother. "

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. In Shenjing, I can be regarded as a half-landlord, isn't it." Ran Yingwei's gentle smile, Zhen Yingwei's true smile.

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Wang Qi once again broke away from the illusion of Wan Xian. After visually switching back to the flesh's eyes, he found that Chen Youjia was looking at himself. The expression ... probably a little puzzled. She asked: "Seniors are pointing you through the illusion of Wanxian? Is this your confidence to win?"

Wang Qi stood up and said, "One of the factors. More importantly, I am a genius."

Looking at Wang Qi's unsteady footsteps, Chen Youjia's mouth turned up: "Stand up and talk, genius."

"My resilience is also improving, it is enough to consume a meal and sleep again."

"That's what you have been doing in extreme exercise these days, and Shengguang has been exercised." Chen Feng pushed the door in and said, "There are three days left. You have to rest well on the last day. Can accept a senior's instructions twice. But I still think you have little chance of winning. "

"Three times." Wang Qi flicked his fingers: "You're better at recovering from the inflammation of life than me."

Three pointers, three hours. This is all the help Wang Qi can get from Feng Luoyi before the battle.

Chen Feng still lacked confidence. He sighed: "I will follow you as a witness to be suspicious, so as not to be beaten by others for ten days and a half, and the final delay is my empirical evidence.

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On the seventh day after Wang Qi received the book of war, a total of eight monks, including Jiang Lin, led by Suo Wenhong and Ran Yingwei, were waiting for Wang Qi ’s arrival.

This is the training ground of Xianglong Battalion. Xiang Longying is the direct guard of the Dalian royal family, equivalent to the ancient Chinese Imperial Forestry Army. This is an army composed entirely of monks. Although most of them are rapid-formed foundation monks, only a small number of officers are the true foundation of the foundation. However, the three thousand Xiang Longwei together is still not a small force. The place where they train naturally cannot make those ordinary lands that are destroyed in a dozen. This camp area has already been banned by the lower layers of the cloth. Unless the monk Jin Dan takes action, the ground will never be deformed halfway.

Suo Wenhong gently patted a younger brother's shoulder and asked, "How's that nervous?" Although Wang Qi is a little crazy, but how to say it is also a true story, Kung Fu still has a little. "

The disciples who are scheduled to play are full of confidence: "Maybe my talent is not as good as him, but after all, I am two years earlier than him, and I have practiced for two more years."

"Come!" Someone shouted, and a group of people followed the man's finger and looked into the distance. I saw that a large number of people were heading towards Shenjingcheng.

"A large number of people?" Suo Wenhong was puzzled. "Does Wang Qi want to find a large number of people to see him being beaten?"

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