Chapter 4 Your Own Way

Surrounded by Sanskrit sounds, the washing strips cover the Taitu Peak like a soul.

This moment.

Both players and aborigines are immersed in the Sanskrit prayer of the Son and the Holy Child. The soul is chasing the mysterious trajectory in the void, and the sense of insight continues to emerge.

"This..."

Xiaoyao felt that the anger in his heart was constantly dissipating, and the faint joy of understanding the moon shadow's move was also calm.

He looked up at the depths of the sky.

In a loom, he seemed to see two familiar and gentle smiling faces.

Surrounded by Sanskrit sounds.

Xiaoyao smiled faintly at the corners of his mouth, and his body swept over the cloudy mountain road. The position of the pilgrim's holy baby quickly swept away. Along the way, many players stood and closed their eyes peacefully. Deeper, he saw many indigenous guards, who also looked up at the sky and looked peaceful.

No aborigines can stop Xiaoyao.

Perhaps they have received instructions from the Holy Son, and Xiaoyao has a smooth journey.

"Here you are."

The Sanskrit sound calmed down, and the Holy Son pointed to the position next to him, signaling Xiaoyao to step forward.

This place is a mountain peak. They stand on the edge of the top of the mountain peak. Through the field of view, you can see the mountains hidden in the endless clouds and fog below, full of wild atmosphere.

Get free and take a straight step forward.

He had a hunch that they asked him to come, which might have something to do with his previous battle with ghosts and others.

After all.

The strong evil breath can't be hidden at all.

"It's easy."

"What do you think of a real strong man?"

Xiaoyao was stunned.

He looked at the Holy Son and Baby doubtfully. He really didn't expect that the other party did not ask him about the most evil energy, but asked himself about his opinion on the strong.

He meditated slightly.

My heart has swept through all kinds of things I have seen and experienced since I entered the great fantasy.

Among the players.

Maybe he is a strong man now. Among the aborigines, he has seen a lot, such as the old man guarding the tomb, the purple bamboo man, the holy baby of the holy son, the strongmen of all sects, etc. But if he really wants to say a definition of the strong, he suddenly feels confused.

"The strong one?"

The Holy Son Shengying turned her head and smiled gently: "In fact, in the eyes of our aborigines, you players are just newcomers who have just stepped into the world. You can't enjoy the honor of our aborigines, but I find that few of you can recognize yourself, including you!"

"A strong man is not just a strong man who can be called a strong man. In other words, such a person can only be called a strong person, not a master.

The Holy Son looked down at the mountains, and his voice seemed a little ethereal.

Xiaoyao's expression was slightly shocked.

"Please give me some advice!"

Xiaoyao worships sincerely, and he is eager to know in his heart.

The Holy Son Shengying smiled and waved his hand and whispered, "A strong man who can really lead to the most powerful path, in fact, whether it is the cultivation of the evil road or the most holy road, they can recognize themselves and walk out of their own way in thousands of cultivation roads. Every master has his own characteristics, not just learning other people's martial arts.

"The more powerful martial arts are."

"That's just what the strong have learned in the past, not all of you."

......

Xiaoyao's whole body was shocked.

Word by word, like a Thunderbolt in my mind.

"Martial arts is stronger."

"It's just what people in the past have realized. If you want to really become a master, the ultimate way is to go to your own unique way of cultivation."

......

If it were before he understood the purple gold thunder eyes, Xiaoyao might be extremely confused about this, but when he used the power of thunder punishment to understand the low-level purple gold thunder eyes with his own ability, he vaguely felt this.

Maybe.

Players do not have to rely on the martial arts of the big fantasy system.

What is the most suitable for you?

No!

No matter what martial arts it is, there is absolutely no one that is absolutely suitable for you! If you want to be 100% suitable for yourself, you can only understand and understand the exclusive martial arts!

Xiaoyao's eyes are shining.

Listening to the words of the Holy Son and the Holy Baby made him have a more perfect explanation of his previous doubts.

......

The state of being free.

The holy baby who observed him immediately smiled with satisfaction.

They understand.

No matter whether Xiaoyao can understand what they are saying now, at least this concept has begun to sprout in his heart, and this wisp of thought will definitely grow into a towering tree in the future.

"It's a reward for his words." At their level, they will never easily owe favors, and this time, the official Holy Son of the Holy Baby is in return for what Xiaoyao said to them before. Since then, there has been no kindness between the two sides.

"Happy"

"I think you have understood a wisp, and I'll give you a last sentence!"

The Holy Son and the Holy Baby stepped forward.

Xiaoyao's body was shocked, he woke up, and bowed respectfully: "Please tell me!"

"Hmm"

"You need to be clear, what are you suitable for? What do you want? What do you like!"

"If you understand."

"Then I think you should know what kind of road you will choose. It's your own free, and all the creatures in the world can't be the same, your own way!"

The gentle voice, at this moment, seemed extremely ethereal. In the shock of the free look, the figure of the Holy Son slowly disappeared on this mountain peak.

The hurricane keeps blowing.

Xiaoyao stands quietly on the top of the mountain like dead wood.

His mind kept echoing with the words of the Holy Son and the Holy Baby, and he fell into deep thinking: "What is suitable for? What do you want? What do you like?"

He has a feeling that if he can understand these three problems, it will be a new world in front of him.

Zheng~

In the light song, the blood rainbow sword appeared in his hand.

The eyes fell on the sword.

Xiaoyao's mind keeps recalling all kinds of skills he has practiced.

Runaway.

Tianyang refers to.

Evil Moon Sword Spectrum

Xuan Ye Jianyi

Drawing the sword

......

He suddenly understood a little.

It turns out.

What he really likes is swordsmanship. Holding the sword, his heart seems to be placed on the sword, and all the burdens in his heart are calmed down with the sound of the sword.

But whether it is the evil moon sword spectrum or the sword drawing style, he is just a first-time fur.

He doesn't understand too much.

Whenever he calms down, he can feel the vast sword meaning from the two. Maybe it is because of the sword meaning that he can condense his spirit and the fusion of the sword in the battle, without having to think about everything else and like the sword. In Kendo, all he has to do is to treat himself as a sword, not Xiaoyao.

"Kendo."

A smile appeared at the corners of Xiaoyao's mouth.

He felt that he had made a decision in his mind. What he wants to pursue is the supreme kendo.

But soon.

He looked meditated again.

Although he has decided in his heart that he will take Kendo as his practice direction in the future, he has no idea how to practice and how to walk his own way.

But at least.

He has a direction.

He looked at the original position where the holy son Shengying stood and bent over respectfully. After half an hour, he turned into a remnant shadow and quickly swept down the cloud mountain path from this mountain peak and disappeared.

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