"Old man, don't go too far." Heizi and his uncle were used to this way of speaking, and the rest of us could only smile slightly.
"Boy, how would I know how well you're practicing if you don't do this?" Uncle Master also imitated Heizi's behavior.
"Do you still have the ointment?" Heizi rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Yes, don't worry, I'll connect it for you if it's broken." Uncle Master also had a wicked smile on his lips.
".." How could Heizi not understand what his uncle meant? He swallowed and turned to face the boulder.
"Boom..." Heizi took action, and a muffled sound scared us all to stare at the stone.
"Crack..." The stone actually cracked.
"It's okay. I'll give you three more days to make this stone into a round shape." Uncle Master stepped forward and looked at Heizi's hand and said.
Judging from Heizi's expression, he must be thinking about beating his uncle into a circle at the moment, but naturally he didn't dare to say it out loud.
"You guys go on, why are you standing there in a daze? Come with me." Sure enough, my uncle changed his target to me again.
"Why are you torturing us..." I muttered quietly as I followed behind my uncle.
"Who said you two are men? Men shouldn't take more care of you? Do you expect three women to protect you in the future?" Uncle Master didn't give me a good look this time, and I was so embarrassed by what he said.
"I was wrong..." I curled my lips and lowered my head.
"There's no point in admitting your mistakes. The evil ones won't listen to you admitting your mistakes. Do you still remember my request?" As they said, the two of them had arrived at the shooting range. The uncle raised his hand and pointed at the gun target in front of him.
"Seven shots, I remember." I frowned and stepped forward. If I said I wasn't nervous, I'd be lying.
"Then why are you bothering? Start quickly, Lao Zhou is still waiting for me to play chess." Uncle Shi looked at the sky impatiently. People like them never used watches to check the time, they just looked at the sky.
"Huh..." I slowly raised my left hand and aimed at the bullseye.
"Bang...bang..." As soon as I opened my mouth, my uncle raised his hand and touched my head.
"This method is all about being prepared to attack, and you also dub it? Are you okay with your brain?" Uncle Master scolded angrily.
"Let me feel it first..." I rubbed my head with a grimace.
"Then why don't you also practice copper skin and iron bones?" Uncle Master said with a wicked smile.
".." This was okay, so I quickly raised my hand to take action.
One after another, the evil spirit transformed into seven bullets, all of which hit the target in front of him.
"Da da da da..." Suddenly a burst of intensive gunshots rang in my ears, which scared me so much that I almost fell down.
"Uncle Master, what are you doing?" I don't want to find out where he got the machine gun from, but the sudden sound of gunfire is indeed a bit scary.
"Didn't you say that your machine gun was an evil spirit machine gun? Next time, it will reach this level." After speaking, the uncle turned and left.
Now I understand Heizi's mentality, and I really want to shoot my uncle's back a few times.
At sunrise and sunset, the target in front of me has been beaten into a hornet's nest, but I can't reach the attack speed required by my uncle at all.
I sat on the ground dejectedly, but this time I didn't give up, but closed my eyes and meditated.
Uncle Master once said: "Vipassana, keep quiet, meditate, and live fast."
I can't live without food for the time being. I'll feel hungry if I don't eat for a day. I don't want to be in trouble with myself. As for becoming an immortal, I have never thought about it.
I searched for the source of evil spirits in my body. Needless to say, the source of my evil spirits was Rakshasa.
Just like talking to spiritual power, this was the first time I faced Rakshasa directly in my heart.
"What's wrong?" Rakshasa still looked cynical.
"Why has it been difficult for me to break through the speed required by my uncle?" I went straight to the point.
"How many punches can you punch in one second?" Rakshasa asked.
"I don't know. I haven't counted them. It's a lot of punches anyway." I said and shook my head.
"Then why do you want to count the evil spirits?" Rakshasa smiled.
"This..." I woke up suddenly, as if I had an epiphany.
"Just go all out. If you are facing an enemy now, do you still have the heart to count?" Rakshasa still smiled, but these words shocked me greatly.
"I understand, thank you." This thank you comes from the bottom of my heart.
My consciousness returned to the shooting range, and I slowly stood up. What I saw in my eyes was no longer the target, but the opponent who had beaten me half to death.
As the fantasy pictures in front of me became more and more real, the hatred in my heart became stronger and stronger.
What changed with my hatred was the evil energy I released.
It was as if the evil spirit had sensed my emotions, solidifying and gathering energy, without any need for my intervention.
It turns out that the set of exercises my uncle taught me is not only about cultivating the body, but also about cultivating the mind.
In fact, what makes my evil spirit stronger is not hatred or anger, but my determination, my determination to overcome difficulties, and my determination to defeat the enemy with insurmountable strength in front of me.
I no longer paid attention to the rate of fire of the evil machine gun. I just vented all my anger towards the target in front of me.
Suddenly, something seemed to explode inside my body, and a warm current instantly surged through my eight extraordinary meridians.
That familiar feeling was spiritual power. A golden light suddenly appeared in my right hand. My spiritual power seemed to sense the power of the evil spirit, and I was unwilling to let it go.
Part of the spiritual power that Xuanyuan Zi left in my body was absorbed by me. This is what my master often said to me back then, nothing can change without departing from its origin.
I understood the control of evil spirits, and the spiritual power in my body was naturally brought into my territory completely.
"Huh..." I let out a long breath. I didn't feel tired at all, and even felt refreshed.
Looking at the target in front of me, it no longer exists. It has been reduced to rubbish by me.
I no longer thought about the mission left by my uncle, but instead absorbed the evil spirit and transformed it into spiritual power.
Since everything remains the same, I'll start with the weak points, just like Heizi's pair of iron fists.
My spiritual power is far inferior to that of evil spirits. It is naturally impossible to control my spiritual power to attack like evil spirits.
But with my control over evil spirits and the evil-breaking sword techniques I learned, I applied all these core principles to my spiritual power.
I offered up the Meteor Iron Demon-Subduing Blade, raised my hand and struck out with the sword.
A shadow of a spiritual sword glowing with blue light roared forward and rushed forward quickly, even more domineering than the evil spirit of my evil-breaking sword technique.
Looking at the ravines on the ground that were split by spiritual power, I was shocked in my heart, not because I was surprised at my experience of spiritual power, but because I was greedy for the improvement of my strength.
This feeling is self-confidence, hope for the future, and not letting down the people behind you.
After collecting the Meteor Iron Demon Subduing Blade, I also found a boulder, wrapped my fists with spiritual power and evil energy at the same time, and kept attacking the boulder in front of me.
"Ah..." I cleared all my thoughts and just kept punching, punching.
After I collected my two breaths, the boulder in front of me was already riddled with holes. Although it was not broken to pieces, it was already a level that I could not achieve without relying on magic weapons before.
