Chapter 53 Talented

Ming Wuyou leaned comfortably on the big back chair, leaned slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the center of the open lobby on the first floor of the library with great interest.

In the middle of the lobby, three wooden stakes as thick as arms and about two feet long stood side by side. Before the stakes, Guan Xiaoshan lowered his head and closed his eyes, his feet were separated by one foot. He held the knife in one hand and drooped down casually in the other. He stood loosely.

It is another situation in his body, with the Qihai point as the interaction center, the palm of the hand, the sole of the foot, and the top of the head as the end, and there is a main meridian channel similar to the "big" glyph. At this time, a tornado-like cyclone was roaring on the main road, getting faster and faster, accumulating more and more energy.

suddenly...

Guan Xiaoshan raised his head, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted in a low voice: "Kaiyi Zhan!"

The shout sounded, and the right hand raised one after another. There seemed to be electric light in the air, flashed a few flashes, quickly disappeared, and everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"How's it going!?" Ming Wuyou moved, and his fat body rushed up, quickly rushed to the center of the lobby, took a closer look in front of the wooden stake, and gently touched the nearest wooden stake.

"Ban, Bum--"

The stake splits from the middle and falls on the ground in two.

"It's done!" Ming Wuyou exclaimed and pushed the other two wooden stakes.

"Bump, sump, sump, sump--" The other two wooden piles split into four pieces.

"Ah! It's really a happy cut - Xiaoshan! Why are you so advanced again!" Ming Wuyou howled, and the fat meat on his face trembled, and he was so jealous. Two consecutive levels in a month, how can other monks feel embarrassed?

Guan Xiaoshan giggled and didn't say a word, allowing the fat man to exaggerate.

In fact, he only advanced once - half a month ago, he advanced from Wuxintong to Kuai Yizhan. The two advances that Fatty Ming saw were the two plays he deliberately performed. In order to disclose your monk status and cultivation level, only in this way will it not seem too abrupt.

From the advanced level of the five hearts to the happy cutting, it is not only as simple as the intermediate real warrior to the advanced real warrior, but this advancement means that Guan Xiaoshan has really mastered a certain amount of force.

Before this, the chaotic cloak chopping in the pneumatic stage was the uncontrollable chopping of true qi, like a child who can't afford the recoil holding a machine gun and shooting blindly. It seems powerful, but there is no great threat. The five hearts are mainly to lay the foundation, open up the five hearts, and build the main channel of the true qi in the meridians to lay the foundation for the true qi. The foundation. Only when it comes to the level of happy chopping, can the true qi rush forward unimpeded in the main meridian channel and coincide with the human heart, can the powerful and relatively accurate chopping method be displayed.

When you reach this level, you will be qualified to join the adventure team. However, generally, the adventure team is unwilling to recruit this level. Although this level has a little force, it is too low, and there is a possibility of accident at any time. Similarly, Guan Xiaoshan did not dare to take risks now. He hoped that he could advance again in two months and join the adventure team after becoming a junior real martial artist.

"Yo ho - not bad - biographers are progressing so fast, it is really a rare wizard in Kunlun City for thousands of years. Ha ha..." A soft laughter came from outside the door. The laughter was dark in the room, and a young man in full armor flashed into the library.

The young man looked upright and in high spirit. Guan Xiaoshan recognized Meng Feixu, one of the best masters in the Zhenwu Research Institute. He smiled and scratched his head and said shyly, "I'm playing tricks. I'm going to make people laugh."

Meng Feixu straightened his face and shook his head and said, "No! Biographers are wrong. Jokes are the stupidity of ignorant people. Anyone who knows the speed of biographers's practice, except for shock, he just admires and never dares to laugh.

"Wh! According to you, the progress of Xiaoshan's cultivation is really rare? Ming Wuyou, who was beside him, heard the meaning of Meng Fei's words and couldn't help interrupting.

Meng Fei's voice raised and said resolutely, "Is it more than rare? It can be said that it is absolutely impossible!" Speaking of this, he glanced at Guan Xiaoshan, smiled and said, "Biographer, do you know the cultivation records handed down from the Zhenwu Research Institute over the years? If you knew, you wouldn't say that you have only practiced for five months.

Guan Xiaoshan pulled down the corners of his mouth and said stubbornly, "I really only practiced for five months."

Ming Wuyou asked with great interest, "Brother Meng, what are the cultivation records handed down from the Zhenwu Research Institute over the years? Is it not as fast as the hill?

"Ha ha..."

Meng Feixu smiled and said clearly, "Ming Fatty, you should know that many real martial arts are not good and unable to cultivate gods before they study in the Zhenwu Research Institute. Since their family is not good, it is also difficult to maintain the evil elixir, so the cultivation progress of real martial arts is very slow. At the current level of biographers, there are 30% of the monks in the training institute. It takes five years of hard work to achieve it. 40% of the monks need to practice hard for three years to achieve it. The best qualifications also need to work hard for two years. Specially, Brother Ziguan and I, because our family is slightly better and with some luck, we have never lacked the elixir at the beginning of cultivation. It is said by the teachers that the fastest progress of cultivation in 300 years. Even so, It took me ten months to become a high-level real warrior. As far as I know, the fastest progress of the Zhenwu Research Institute is a senior 600 years ago. This senior is now the first master of the real martial artist in the Kunlun divine world, and also the most promising true martial artist in the history of the spiritual world. However, it took seven months for this senior to advance to a senior warrior. Ming Fatty--"

Meng Fei paused, but looked at Guan Xiaoshan with a smile and said jokingly, "Do you think the talent of our biographers ranks first among the true martial artists from ancient times to the present?"

"This, this... Brother Meng... What you said is... It's true..." Ming Wuyou stammered and was completely shocked by Meng Feixu's statement.

Guan Xiaoshan is different from Ming Wuyou. After listening to Meng Feixu's words, he was more confused. To be precise, it has been six months since he practiced the chaotic cloak skill. Because it is difficult to explain that he began to practice before the beast attack, he said less than a month. Even so, according to Meng Feixu, his cultivation progress is unprecedented.

The progress of self-cultivation has been much faster than that of other monks, and so is the cultivation of the body. What is the reason? Do you have extraordinary talent and extraordinary qualifications? The progress of practicing the chaotic cloak and cutting method seems to be faster than herself. Is she also gifted?

Guan Xiaoshan frowned and fell into bitter thoughts; he was not worried about other people's jealousy. The body practitioners are innately insufficient, and their status is inferior to that of the divine practitioners. They are not the mainstream of the divine world, so they are not likely to suffer from jealousy.

Meng Feixu's eyes condensed, and his smiling expression suddenly stopped. His eyes stabbed like a sharp sword and said, "Biographer! After listening to what Meng said, I don't know what explanation you will have.

"Explanation?"

Guan Xiaoshan came to his senses from meditation, looked at him blankly, and then asked curiously, "Why should I explain? Do I have to explain it to you?"

Meng Feixu's face stiffened, and Huo Ran realized that the other party was no longer the lowly librarian in the past. Now he has three noble identities: biographer, Miss Yun's savior, and real warrior.

"Worry-free! I want to go to the city for a visit. You should work harder. Guan Xiaoshan ignored Meng Feixu, greeted Ming Wuyou, and turned out of the library. He wanted to touch the details of the adventure team in the city so that he could choose to join in the future.

"Brother Guan..."

As soon as he came out of the library gate, a timid greeting came from his left, and Hou Da Shao's timid figure appeared.

"Oh! It's the young master - I haven't seen you for a long time. What have you been busy with these days? Guan Xiaoshan greeted casually and kept under his feet.

Hou Dashao followed up and carefully replied, "Brother Guan, I often come here, but I didn't dare to disturb you. I just waited outside. You haven't come out during this period. I think you have nothing to do, so I'll go back."

Guan Xiaoshan turned his head and stared at him and said with a secret smile, "Young master, you'd rather wait outside than call me, not because you're afraid of being disturbed, but because you're afraid to see me."

Hou Da Shao trembled, jumped up, and said without falling, "No! No - I, I, I, I have saved a few spiritual crystals during this period, in... Practice with your heart. No... I'm afraid of Brother Guan.

"Keep in mind what should be remembered, and what should be forgotten should be completely forgotten; don't let the past become a burden..." As he spoke, Guan Xiaoshan took out three crystals and handed them over. Nuo! The salary paid to you in advance should be kept in mind, and I won't forget it.

Hou Dashao's expression softened a little, said thank you, and reached out to the crystal.

"Let's go and go to Fong City with me. I have an important job to give you. I need you to find out the details of at least five adventure teams within a month; including the number of players, composition, leader's personality and temper, cultivation level..."