Chapter 217 Ask the Little Heavenly Master for guidance

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"I must practice hard in the future. I want to cultivate my 'nature', and I also want to cultivate my 'fate'. I will catch up step by step. I don't want to..."

Wang Ai was choking and halfway through speaking, he suddenly realized that something was not right. Everyone was staring at him with surprised expressions on their faces.

He was not stupid, and he immediately realized that what he had just said out of emotion was heard by them.

It was so embarrassing. He immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking, looking like he was frowning.

"You don't want anything more?"

Zhang Zhiwei asked with a smile, while waving his hand to remove the golden light that enveloped Wang Ai.

As Zhang Jingqing said, Zhang Zhiwei rarely cast his eyes on others. He really didn't notice Wang Ai drowning.

Just now he watched Li Shuwen practice the eighty-gun strike, and he was inspired by it. He thought of some interesting little tricks and practiced it.

Because it was just a whim, I never thought that Wang Ai, the future ten members of the alien world, an existence like Taishan and Beidou, would be affected. After all, this kind of aftermath can kill people?

He didn't react until Lu Jin threw a ball of Gangqi at him and shouted at him that something happened to Fatty.

Immediately, a heaven and earth audio-visual talisman was posted, locking Wang Ai's position, shining a golden light, and pulled him up.

"Nothing, nothing!"

Upon hearing Zhang Zhiwei's question, Wang Ai shook his head, frowned, and vomited out the seawater in his stomach.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei didn't ask any more questions and looked at Li Shuwen: "Old man, how are you doing?"

Li Shuwen stood on the sea, looking at the overwhelming waves. After a while, he sighed:

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old. If the boys from the Lu family and the boys from the Lu family gave me a surprise, then what you, little Celestial Master, gave me was a shock!"

"The eighty-handed magic gun I just used is originally derived from Bajiquan. It is an integration and improvement of my understanding of Bajiquan."

"But I never expected that you, Little Heavenly Master, would actually do the opposite and strip out the charm from my 'Eighty Strikes of Divine Spear' and integrate it into Bajiquan again, making it revitalized. Going further, the power will be even greater than before!”

"Such insight and understanding ability are really eye-opening for me. I am a bit overwhelmed with this skill. I am ashamed of myself!"

"Using force to make friends, the old man is serious," Zhang Zhiwei said: "Besides, my method is only a little better than the old man's 80-shot sharpshooter!"

A little stronger... Their conversation shocked the friends next to them.

Is it really appropriate to say this? Senior Brother Zhang, you are really not humble at all!

"The little Heavenly Master is still humble." Li Shuwen said: "This is not just a little bit stronger. I saw clearly just now that you are using the power of Liuhe to punch hundreds of punches in a row, and the power of each punch is at its peak. .”

"Every punch is accompanied by the roar of tiger and leopard thunder. It can be said that once the punch is struck, it is like rolling thunder, continuous and unstoppable."

"Although I know how to sound like a tiger, leopard, and thunder, and the speed with which I can fire a gun is not slower than the speed with which you punch, there is a difference when the two are added together."

“Because my tiger and leopard thunder sounds exploded with the rise and fall of my breathing, and when I used the Divine Gun Eighty Strike, it was difficult for my thunder sounds to keep up with the rhythm because the gun was fired too fast. "

"So, not every blow I make is accompanied by the power exerted by the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound. Usually only the first shot at the beginning, the middle shot and the last shot can attach the power of the Thunder Sound."

"But you are different. I can see it clearly. Every move you make has the sound of tiger and leopard thunder."

"The rhythm of your thunder is too fast. It gives me the feeling that your thunder is not based on the rhythm of your breathing, but based on the rhythm of your shots!"

Li Shuwen sighed with a look on his face: "This is too scary. Out of my eighty dozen, only three dozen have the power of thunder, but among your hundred moves, all of them have the power of thunder."

"If compared individually, my three dozen with the power of thunder are not inferior to yours, but quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. When compared as a whole, there is a big gap."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...he fired hundreds of moves in a row, each move was like thunder shaking the ground. Before one thunder sound disappeared, another thunder sound exploded again, the rolling thunder sounds overlapped, coupled with the shocking power of Baji that shook all directions."

"No wonder you can stir up such a big storm on this sea. What you did is really beyond the limit of human power. Little Master, if your cultivation goes further, I'm afraid it can really turn into a natural disaster!"

If Senior Brother Zhang goes one step further, it will be a natural disaster... Lu Ci next to him was stunned for a moment. He still remembered that when Zhang Zhiwei was performing martial arts in the Lu Family Courtyard, Zhang Zhiwei gave him some advice and asked him to use the Ruyi Jin, straight, Ruyi, and ever-changing characteristics to simulate natural disasters. , to simulate the most violent power in the world.

During this period of time, he has been crossing the river like a blind man, not knowing where to start. He can only take one step at a time according to his own ideas. Although he has made some achievements, his future is still unclear.

But now, he is no longer confused. The natural disaster is far away and difficult to touch, but Senior Brother Zhang is right in front of him. He can reach out and touch this human-shaped natural disaster, so why bother to look far away?

Lu Jin also looked surprised, but he didn't think as much as Lu Ci. He just made a secret decision in his heart to follow senior brother Zhang's pace and live up to his youth.

As for Li Shuwen's words, the victim Wang Ai felt the deepest. He was almost swept into the seabed before. He was still frightened by the feeling of strong pressure squeezing his internal organs. A natural disaster must be a natural disaster. Just now he was hit by a natural disaster. Confused.

As for Zhang Zhiwei...he readily accepted Li Shuwen's evaluation. Isn't this what he should be doing?

Ding Zhangan, one of the two heroes of later generations, when he was strangled by the neck and held high in the scene of the Celestial Master coming down from the mountain, he felt that this was a powerful force like a natural disaster.

Li Shuwen looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a solemn expression, clasped his hands and said:

"Little Heavenly Master, please tell me how your thunderous sound bursts out so fast?"

When asked this question, Li Shuwen was slightly embarrassed. After all, he said he would give advice before, but he didn't expect that he would end up being advised.

Damn it, Senior Li actually asked Senior Brother Zhang for advice... Everyone just felt confused and a little unable to turn around.

They had always known that Senior Brother Zhang was very powerful, but they did not expect that Senior Brother Zhang was so powerful.

Not only can he give guidance to them, but he can also give guidance to seniors like Li Shuwen who have been famous for a long time!

Shopkeeper Liu Wei and Liu, who were in mid-air, adjusted their glasses and looked at this scene with a look of surprise. They did not expect this outcome at all. The pointing party became the pointed party.

Interesting, really interesting. This is important information. Write it down. You must write it down. Xiaozhan still underestimated this little Celestial Master too much.

After returning home, I must raise the intelligence level of this little heavenly master. It is best not to sell it to anyone else, but I cannot ruin the relationship I have established through life and death just for the sake of a small profit...

As the shopkeeper of Jianghu Inn, Liu Wei secretly thought about it.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Li Shuwen who was holding his arms opposite him, pondered for a moment, and said:

"You don't have to be so polite, old man. As I said before, we use martial arts to make friends. As for why my thunder sound is so fast, it's not a secret."

"In my opinion, first of all, there must be a certain foundation of life as support, and you definitely meet this point, old man!"

"Then there is the second point. I thought about it just now. It should be caused by the different ways in which you and I understand the sound of thunder."

"To understand the thunder sound normally, we use the rhythm of breathing as the basic plan, and then use the points to break the surface, from the inside out, from simple to complex, and expand it little by little. Master, your thunder sound is like this."

"But my Leiyin took a shortcut. I was born from complexity to simplicity, from outside to inside. It is basically coiled around the muscles and bones of the whole body. It is not driven by breathing, so there is no need to follow the rules of breathing."

"Maybe the old man can give it a try. Temporarily forget the way Lei Yin exerted his power in the past, and try to practice Tiger and Leopard Lei Yin from the outside in. Maybe there will be surprises!"

"Practice Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound backwards, practice backwards practice..." Li Shuwen murmured to himself for a while, then suddenly became excited, raised his head and laughed:

"I understand, I understand, I understand. If I want to take a step further, I need to practice the tiger and leopard thunder sound again. Starting from the superficial, go through it step by step, practice from the outside to the inside, and then integrate the inside and outside. The two types of thunder The two sounds become one, and in this way, the hundred-foot railing will inevitably go further.”

With that said, Li Shuwen suppressed his excitement, looked at Zhang Zhiwei, clasped his hands again and said:

"Thank you to Little Heavenly Master for your guidance, which has allowed me to find a way forward after my cultivation has been stagnant for many years. Now I have a sudden flash of inspiration in my mind, so I'll excuse you for now. It's a long way to go, but we'll see you later!"

After saying that, his body was shaken, and he fell straight into the sea like a thousand-jin iron weight. He actually started punching under dozens of meters of water, and the punch was exactly what Zhang Zhiwei had just practiced. .

At this depth, ordinary people would not be able to withstand the water pressure, but Li Shuwen was fine.

His steps were steady, and he was not resisted by the sea water at all when he was flashing and jumping. His movements were wide open and closed, and there was no suffocation. He was only supported by one breath, which shows the strength of his lungs and the strength of his internal organs.

Li Shuwen fought harder, his whole body swaying with all his strength, rolling up the water, and whirlpools appeared on the sea one after another, making the sea ripple again.

After finishing one set, Li Shuwen did not stop, and continued to play the second and third sets. He hit harder and harder, hitting deeper and farther.

It was so far away that no one could sense his figure on the sea. They could only see a circle of whirlpools rising from the sea from time to time, as if there was a huge sea monster making waves underwater.

"Senior Li!" Lu Jin shouted, worried that something might happen to Li Shuwen.

But no reply.

At the same time, the waves on the sea became smaller and smaller, which showed that Li Shuwen dived deeper and deeper, getting farther and farther.

Lu Jin looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "Senior Brother Zhang, is something wrong? Why don't we go find it?"

"Don't worry about this!" Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand: "As far as we practitioners are concerned, epiphany is like an antelope hanging its horns. There is no trace. If we miss it, it will be a lifelong regret. Let's not disturb it!"

(End of chapter)