"Do you know why you are easily led astray by me?"
Zhang Zhiwei does not deny the title of senior. His strength is much higher than Fengping, and he can be regarded as such a senior.
"Senior is stronger than me!" Fengping said.
Zhang Zhiwei did not deny it: "What do you think of your ability to play with fire?"
"Playing with fire?" Feng Ping said seriously: "Senior, are you asking about fire control? Don't mix it with other things."
"Of course!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.
Fengping said with some humility: "I have been practicing in the Huode Sect since I was a child. I practice daily and monthly, practice Sanjiu in winter, Sanfu in summer, and control fire. I'm pretty good at it!"
"Okay?" Zhang Zhiwei grinned, "You only control fire and don't cultivate life?"
"Of course I practice!" Fengping said truthfully: "Since I stepped into the path of practice, I have never stopped!"
"How is your cultivation going?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"It's a small success!"
Although Fengping suffered a loss in the fight with Lu Ci, as a direct descendant of the Huode Sect, his cultivation is still considered to be among the best among his peers. Of course, it is not comparable to Zhang Zhiwei.
"A little success?" Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at him: "According to your statement, life is easy to gain, but magic is hard to find?"
Feng Ping said truthfully: "The practice of life is accumulated over time, and there is no trickery. The law of magic relies on understanding, which is naturally more difficult. Moreover, a powerful magic can double the strength. Mastering the magic skillfully is naturally more difficult. Because it’s important!”
This is also a generally accepted statement in the alien world.
Zhang Zhiwei curled up his lips after hearing this and did not argue with Fengping, but still asked patiently: "How many stages do you think the control of magic can be divided into?"
Fengping said without hesitation: "If you can master it proficiently, it will be considered a small achievement. If you master it completely, integrate it and reach the state of transformation, it will be considered a great achievement!"
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head after hearing this: "Wrong, proficiency is regarded as superficial, understanding its true meaning, understanding its essence, integrating with oneself is regarded as a small success!"
At this point, both of them stopped talking.
Zhang Zhiwei felt that there was no need for Dacheng to say anything. Fengping was still in his early stages, so talking too much was useless!
Fengping was shocked, and carefully recalled Zhang Zhiwei's words. Proficient mastery is only superficial knowledge, and understanding the essence is only small success. So what do I mean, superficial knowledge is still small success.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Zhiwei said: "You admire your magic so much, so let me see your fire control ability and attack me!"
Fengping was stunned and did not dare to take action.
"Take action!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted.
This time, Fengping didn't say anything. He condensed a flaming knife in his hand and slashed at Zhang Zhiwei.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't use any means. He stretched out a burst of energy with his fingers and hit Feng Ping's flame knife, which was directly scattered by him.
Fengping took two steps back and looked at his empty hands, feeling shocked and confused.
This flame knife was transformed by the Qi in his body. It was easily dispersed just now, so he naturally felt the same way.
But it was because of his empathy that he was startled and doubtful. It wasn't that the force was too strong and his flame knife couldn't bear it.
But this force was very weak, and his flame knife should be able to withstand it, but it strangely failed to withstand it.
The reason is that this blow hit the part of his body that is most difficult to control, so even a very light blow dispelled his spell.
Coincidence?
"Is this what you said, okay?" Zhang Zhiwei said again, "Come again!"
Fengping gritted his teeth and gathered the flame knife to rush forward. Just like before, he was easily dispersed by a very weak energy.
Looking at his empty hands again, Fengping was sure that it was not a coincidence, but his real skills were inferior to others!
Even if the opponent doesn't use any means, or even uses Qi whose strength is far lower than his own flame knife, he can easily break the flame knife that he is proud of, and it can be broken in an extremely simple and crude way.
This is meeting an expert...
Fengping is not a fool. It can't be just for entertainment when an expert comes to him. The "pop" is just a bow:
"Senior, please give me some advice!"
"What do you want me to advise?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
He came to Fengping, naturally, not to show off, nor to be a good teacher.
It was just his previous small operation that caused this boy a lot of losses. Not only did he lose his face, but he also lost his fortune.
They say you should do things with a clear conscience, but what he did was a bit unethical, so I came over to give him some advice.
"How do you master a technique and how do you understand its essence?" Fengping said quickly.
"What did your master teach you?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"Master said that the characteristics of fire are violent, burning, ever-changing, and pervasive..." Fengping said a long list.
"How did you do it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"I take care of both!" Fengping said.
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "What a fart, you don't understand its essence at all. You think you have taken care of both, but in fact you have not taken care of anything. Your so-called taking care of everything is just in vain, so I pulled your fire dragon." Unfortunately, your fire knife cannot break through Lu Ci's Ruyi Jin, and the means you are proud of have been shattered by my mediocre Qi Jin!"
Fengping blushed and was speechless after being said, but surprisingly he didn't feel unwilling to do so. It seemed like this was the case. He was indeed one of the best in the Huode Sect, but after leaving the sect, he was not so good.
"We have to take care of both. We want both this and that. It's really a poor student who has too much stationery. His ability is not great, but his ambition is not small!"
Zhang Zhiwei spread his hands, and a ball of silver lightning rose from his palm, with a faint blue flame attached to the surface of the lightning.
Yang Wu Lei is composed of the Qi of Heart Fire and the Qi of Lung Metal. Naturally, Zhang Zhiwei is also good at playing with fire. He taught Feng Ping, which is more than enough.
"Look, look clearly at what I have in my hand. Concentrate your energy and concentration to see it, use your life to see it!"
Hearing this, Feng Ping immediately held his breath and concentrated, staring longingly at the lightning fireworks in Zhang Zhiwei's palm.
It was unremarkable at first, but after staring for a long time, and his eyes were blurred, Fengping felt that the electric light in Zhang Zhiwei's palm rapidly amplified in an instant, bursting out a wave of silver lightning, and swallowed him directly. , making people unable to have the slightest desire to resist.
It's just that the wave of lightning started and then stopped, as if what I just saw was just an illusion.
"What did you see?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
Feng Ping's eyes widened with lingering horror on his face, and he murmured to himself:
"I saw the ultimate speed, the ultimate destructive power, and the ultimate control!"
As one of the thirty-six thieves in the future, Fengping's understanding is certainly not bad. Moreover, this is also Zhang Zhiwei's intention to demonstrate.
"This is called quickness, ruthlessness and accuracy!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "Practice, there are so many messy things. Just grasp the most basic essence of a technique and then move forward. The rest are all side effects and superfluous!"
Similar words were told to him by Fengping's master, Fengping's master also told his master, and Fengping's master also told his master. Everyone had their own understanding, and they all became clichés.
But it is only superficial on paper. No matter how much I say, it is better to experience it in person. The Yang Wu Lei that Zhang Zhiwei deliberately demonstrated to Fengping undoubtedly gave Fengping a blow.
It made him understand that the things he was proud of before were like the castle on the sand dunes. They looked beautiful, but were actually flashy and collapsed at the first touch.
"Senior, I understand!"
Feng Ping had a look of surprise on his face, and he gave a few big gifts, but they were all in vain.
When he looked up, he only saw Zhang Zhiwei's retreating back.
"What do you call me, senior?" Fengping jumped up and shouted.
"My surname is Zhang..."
