Lu Academy Martial Arts School, special training area for innate Qi.
This is a huge room with thick iron-gray metal walls on six sides. There are no doors or windows, and the atmosphere is depressing.
Zhao Tianji, the deputy instructor of the Lu Academy, sat in the center of a room of several thousand square meters. Dozens of true disciples were scattered in the room, some dense and some sparse, and they all stood according to the coordinates painted in red paint under their feet.
"Let's get started." Zhao Tianji said calmly.
Dozens of sharp and sharp auras rose simultaneously.
Zhao Tianji’s true disciples shouted in unison:
"Don't compare too much as a person. Comparing is just a matter of competition!"
After shouting loudly, countless plain white Qi needles condensed from body-breaking Gang Qi burst out from the pores of the true disciples' bodies, like rain and waterfalls, overwhelming the sky and the earth!
In the sealed room, dozens of people had no way to escape. They could only move their outer gang cloth bodies to resist the attack of the 360-degree blind angle rain of Gang Qi when they were in front of them. .
The innate Gang Qi is extremely hard and strong, and its protective outer gang is particularly overbearing. It is extremely hard and is not afraid of being slashed by knives and axes, and its counterattack force is extremely concentrated and sharp. Being counterattacked by the innate outer gang is like being stabbed with a sword. Hit generally.
However, strength does not last long. Although the innate outer Gang is powerful and domineering, combining offense and defense, the Gangqi cloth body is consumed very quickly and cannot be maintained for a long time.
Therefore, practitioners of innate Gang Qi must develop lightning-quick reflexes to gather the outer Gang at the moment the enemy attacks and resist the attack. It can't be too slow. If it's too slow, it won't be able to defend against the enemy's attack. It can't be too fast. If it's too fast, it will increase consumption.
Zhao Tianji's intensive training of innate Gang Qi is to gather dozens of Lu Academy masters who are successful in practicing Xiantian Gang Qi in one place, and continuously release the Gang Qi rain to each other in a closed environment, while simultaneously using the outer Gang defense. The difficulty is several times higher than that of real combat, and you can practice both offense and defense.
The red paint cross with the name written on the ground is the position mark of Zhao Tianji's true disciples. The more powerful the true disciple is, the further away the other people's coordinates are from him, so as not to be too close and the other people's strength will not be weakened. Severely injured by Qiyu.
After the last round of Gang Qi rain in today's training, most of the dozens of true disciples had fallen down. Their whole bodies were covered with blood holes shot by Gang Qi needles, their faces were distorted, and they fell to the ground groaning in pain.
"Master Zhao, the training is over. Sixteen people passed and twenty-five failed." The true disciple standing in the most open area reported with his chest raised.
"It's not over yet." Zhao Tianji tilted his ears as if listening to the wind, "Let her Gang Qi fly for a while."
The sound of wind is approaching.
Suddenly, a biting wind came from outside, and an invincible torrential rain swept across the wilderness. Countless honeycomb-like holes appeared on the outer wall of the airtight training room, and dazzlingly pure white Gangqi needles shot out from the holes. The number of true fragments embedded in it is terrifying, almost reaching the load limit of the innate Qi.
The rain of Gangqi needles merged into a brilliant to pale cool white light, which suddenly bloomed in the closed training room.
Feeling the sharpness of death, the true disciples who were still standing in the training room instinctively moved their Wai Gang cloth bodies. The innate Wai Gang cloth of the most outstanding ones was like a thick layer of ice and snow, covering the whole person without leaving a trace. flaw.
The rain is red.
Yinren's muffled groans continued to sound, and a continuous stream of Gangqi needles shot out from the holes in the wall, causing a wave of blood on the true disciples who were still standing in the training room.
Bit by bit, it’s all red rain.
The heavy rain stopped, the whiteness faded away, leaving only blood red in the training room.
Except for Zhao Tianji, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and safe and sound, no one of the forty-one true disciples was standing. The struggling and moaning bodies on the ground looked like a B-level movie trailer littered with corpses.
"Thrips stays, the others can go."
When the forty-one true disciples heard Zhao Wuji's order, no matter how badly they were injured or how much blood they bled, they gritted their teeth and crawled on the ground, leaving blood-red traces and struggling to leave.
Zhao Wuji waved his hand forward, and a piece of plain white energy, as clear as the moon, cut the metal wall that had become a honeycomb into pieces, and his vision suddenly became clearer.
A hundred meters away from the closed training room, Ji Ma briefly saluted Zhao Tianji and walked over calmly. She was very tall, with right-angled shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs, and an upright posture. She seemed to be wrapped in something sharp under her military green uniform. of weapons.
"Master Zhao, the first year of the Lu Academy plans to use Liang De as bait to save his life and kill others to increase his credits."
"I already know this. You are not the only true disciple I am most proud of in the first year of the Lu Academy." Zhao Tianji stood up, motioned to Ji Ma to follow him, and then walked towards the interior of the martial arts hall.
"The four postures of Xiantian Gangqi breaking the body, Rain, Moon, Wind and Snow, you shouldn't just specialize in one posture.
The martial arts of this lineage have been confirmed by countless predecessors, and the next style has its own reason for being passed down. You only practice the Rain Style, so your skills against the enemy are a bit insufficient. "
Thrip followed behind Zhao Wuji, always keeping a distance of one meter, as if measuring with a ruler. Hearing this, he said: "It's enough to separate life and death."
Zhao Tianji shook his head, "The way of martial arts is neither in life nor in death. The distance between life and death seems to be very close, but there are infinite creations. Once the innate Qi is practiced to the depths, one must turn death into life. Go against innateness. You have an extreme temper. I'm afraid... It’s hard to prove it.”
Thrip just pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes full of indifference and fearlessness.
Zhao Tianji shook his head helplessly and said: "Well, after you have been in a life-or-death situation for a long time, you will naturally understand the truth between life and death. I am keeping you here this time to tell you something."
"Master Zhao, do you want me to protect Liang De or kill Liang De?"
"I want you to beat him."
Zhao Tianji stopped and said: "The game between Yuan Tianren and Chang Tianwei is related to the lives of everyone in the Sword Immortal Ruins. I have to place a bet. If I want to place a bet, I must show them my confidence.
Only the general instructor has the authority to recommend students to skip a grade and participate in the graduation trip. There are five places a year. Lin Baolong and Liang De have already taken two, and there are three left.
I have prepared the recommended points for recommendation. All you have to do is beat Liang De once and let Yuan Tianren know who to let into the game. "
Thrip nodded in agreement with a dull face. After a while, she suddenly asked:
"What if I kill Liang De?"
Zhao Tianji put his hands behind his back, exuding an extremely strong sense of confidence and arrogance:
"If you kill Liang De, then this round will be between me and Sheng Wuxu's Can Nian."
Ji Ma watched Zhao Tianji leave, the light and shadow in his clear eyes were distorted, and the compound eye tattoo of a hexagonal network on his eyeballs was looming.
Master Zhao, you are not qualified enough. The person who really enters this round, even if Sheng Wuxu comes back from the dead, may not be able to win...
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In the basement of the main building of the Lu Academy, Dong Tianbao punched Shan Futian in the chest. The sound of metal cracking could be heard endlessly, as if a thousand layers of fine iron scales had been broken by a powerful crossbow arrow.
Shan Futian was bleeding from all his orifices, and his martial arts soul seemed to have been put into a nuclear incinerator of thousands of degrees. The astonishing heat made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. In a trance, he seemed to see his soul being thrown into a volcano along with countless red-hot steel bars. The lava is billowing from his mouth, no part of his internal organs is unburned, and his limbs are in agony, while the invisible hammer is still forging, forging, endlessly forging.
"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.
Shan Futian was speechless in the pain of lava pouring into his internal organs.
Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.
The entire volcano exploded with a bang, dark clouds covered the sky, and the entire earth's crust cracked and shook. Hot iron flows replaced the oceans and rivers, spreading all over the planet, forging, forging, an iron mass several times that of the planet where the volcano was located. The planet fell from the sky and violently hit the red-hot planet. Once, twice, the cold sound of forging echoed in the universe.
"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.
Shan Futian felt that everything about him had turned into soot and ashes, blown into infinitesimal particles by the collision of iron and fire in the stars. Not to mention thinking, even the most basic consciousness and even his own existence began to blur. His language has disappeared, and he cannot recognize, recognize, or think.
Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.
Shan Futian felt that he no longer existed. There was only pain, only the perception of pain that was so painful that he felt pain even without the self. He wanted to give up everything that made him painful, but the self no longer existed, not even the self. I can no longer determine what is hurting, what should I give up?
Only the delusion to destroy everything is boiling.
Forged, forged, the invisible thing is being forged by the stronger invisible thing. Shan Futian doesn't know which one he is, nothing exists anymore, only the pain and rage are extremely real.
"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.
Dan Futian was burned, and the human form: head, torso, limbs...these primate components disappeared one by one. In the end, only a piece of red-hot iron remained in place, as square as a piece of iron. Translucent fire crystal.
Dong Tianbao was still dissatisfied and punched the red-hot iron. The arrogant and unreasonable force extinguished the flames, smashed the iron and stone, and completely eliminated the actual form.
"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked into the air.
"I see."
Air replied.
"Go and have a good fight and show Yuan Tianren what I'm worth." Dong Tianbao clenched his fists and smiled ferociously, and the transparent air in the basement suddenly turned into a burning red copper color.
