Chapter 510, Condensation Method

For three consecutive days, Mu Yun has been suffering from cruelty and being severely abused by the old man. The old man is the god of arrows and the god of arrows of the Ming Empire. His control of the way of archery has reached an amazing level. In his eyes, it doesn't matter whether there is a bow or not, and it doesn't matter whether there are arrows or not.

As long as others are there.

Mu Yun has always felt that his fairy mansion has a large capacity and a lot of power stored, but in these three days, he finally understood that his fairy mansion is still very small. After shooting with the old man for half an hour, the power in his fairy mansion was consumed clean.

Before he recovered his power, he could only rely on his body to withstand the old man's sharp arrows. He can't remember how many times he was in a coma. His power was clean, and his body was shot in pieces, leaving only the yuan god.

I don't know what means the old man used to make his body recover as before in two hours, and then the old man will give him two hours of rest, saying that it is a rest. How dare he waste it? You can only work hard to operate the mind and transform heaven and earth into a natural force.

In order to save time, he used Yuanjing. In three days, he spent 1 million yuan. What is this concept? It's equivalent to a million catties of heaven and earth! But even so, he still can't keep up with the old man's speed of fire!

Another round of shooting. The Yuanli in Muyunxian Mansion was quickly consumed clean. Without the use of Yuanli, his Yuanshen could not directly manipulate the spirit of heaven and earth. He could only put away the purple bow and rely on his body strength to avoid the attack of the silver light.

His physical strength was 1.2 million pounds, but under the old man's explosion, he could not last long, and his body soon appeared wounds and blood flowed. Soon, he fell into a coma.

In the world of fate, Mu Yun's soul was gloomy and very weak. He opened his eyes and waited for the numerology elf. I don't know what's wrong with this guy. His body and soul are so weak. This guy just doesn't let him use a green life leaf, as if he wants to see him die.

He is so weak that it is even difficult to speak. His soul can't emit a trace of fluctuation. How can he have the ability to scold this abominable guy? Therefore, he can only wait for the old man to treat his injury.

Another three difficult days have passed. Mu Yun is on the verge of collapse. This high-intensity shooting and training method has worn away his pride.

When I woke up from a coma, I felt that my body had recovered, but the fairy mansion was empty. I didn't want to take out pieces of Yuanjing to practice. Time was tight and I couldn't waste a breath.

Two hours later, his fairy mansion was full a lot, and of course, it has not returned to its heyday. But the imaginary silver light did not come. He looked at the old man sitting on the waterfall and looked up at the sky doubtfully. Did the old man forget the time?

He shook his head slightly. In the past few days, the old man's way of calculating time is based on interest. He doesn't give him an extra breath. How can he be given a quarter of an hour at once? Since he didn't understand the old guy's idea, Mu Yun seized the time to practice.

Two hours. When the sky is lightless, his body is full of vitality. The only thing that surprises him these days is that his fairy mansion has expanded a lot.

Suddenly, he felt a mysterious feeling bursting out from the depths of his body. This feeling was very mysterious, but it was also very familiar. His eyes lit up and he knew what this feeling brought him. His practice of [Green Dragon and Overbearing Whale Record] was about to break through the seventh heavy.

He closed his eyes slightly and began to operate the mental method of [Qinglong Overwhale True Record]. The mysterious feeling always lingered in his heart. He operated his mind like this, over and over again, and the mysterious feeling became stronger and stronger, and he seemed to touch the barrier. This is the seventh barrier.

After stabilizing his mind, he was not in a hurry to break through this barrier, but kept running his mind. Soon, the strength of his whole body was mobilized, gathered together, and started to run rapidly.

Boom...

Boom...

It was like the sound of thunder coming from his body, and his body seemed to become an ocean of thunder and lightning.

Ka... Suddenly, Mu Yun's mind exploded, as if something had broken, and then he felt that his whole body was running more smoothly and more vigorously.

He... succeeded.

Successfully broke through the seventh volume of [Qinglong Overbearing Whale Record].

Mu Yun opened his eyes, clenched his fist, felt the powerful power in his body, and was very happy. He jumped up and punched the waterfall. In the roar, the waterfall was cut off, and the stone wall behind the waterfall was blown out by him a dark hole.

"Little guy, it seems that you are very energetic! Would you like to have an extra meal?" A strange voice came from behind him. He couldn't help shivering and shook his head quickly: "No!"

"Humph..." The old man appeared in front of him like a ghost, looked at him and said, "The strength is 1.4 million catties, and the explosive power of the yuan is one million catties. Combined, it can explode two million catties of power, which is not bad." The old man commented on him and then frowned, "You can practice that skill!"

Mu Yun saw the old man's eyes shining in the dark night and heard the old man hum, "Little guy, aren't you going to learn the art of magic shooting for the old man? You have been a toy for the old man for a few days, and the old man can't treat you badly! Well, the old man passed on a set of skills, and it's up to you how much you can learn!"

"Thank you, Lord Arrow God!" Mu Yun's lack of interest. It's not that he doesn't want to learn, but he really doesn't know how the old man will let him learn. If it's a cruel way, how can he get excited?

The old man looked at his appearance and didn't say much. He read a few words and said that he was still talking about himself. He held a silver bow in his hand. As he said, the silver bow burst into silver light and flowed through his body.

The old man read quickly. Mu Yun listened and took out his purple bow to learn. Soon he realized that the formula taught by the old man was a method of condensing the divine bow.

An hour later, the night became deeper and deeper. The old man put away his long bow, took a deep look at Mu Yun, and said, "The time agreed by the old man and the third son is only seven days. You can leave early tomorrow morning."

Mu Yun suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry. The sad days were finally over, but there was also a sense of sadness in his heart, as if he still recalled this perverted life.

"Thank you, seniors!" Mu Yun knelt down respectfully and worshipped. Although the old man did not accept him as an apprentice, he could teach him the method of condensing the divine bow. He could not repay this kindness at all.

"It's really boring!" The old man snorted coldly and didn't look at Mu Yun. He turned around and walked into the wooden house. Mu Yun smiled slightly, found a stone next to him, closed his eyes and realized the method of condensing.

In the world of fate, the numerator elves danced and were surprised. He was also understanding the old man's method of condensing the divine bow. After that, he praised: "This old man has a deep understanding of the truth of heaven and earth!"

Mu Yun rarely hear the fate elves praise anyone. At this time, he sounded a little unaccustomed to it and said with a smile, "Is this method of condensing the divine bow really powerful?"

"Not bad! Very powerful!" The magic elf nodded and said, "According to the division of the old man, your current divine bow can withstand up to two million pounds of power. This is your limit. Such a limit is equivalent to the blow of the golden elixir saint, that is to say, now you can secretly attack the golden elixir saint to kill the other party. But if you want to continue on this road, the purple bow will be a little out of the stream.

"No way? This purple bow is the real name of the Dragon Emperor. How can it be so powerful? Mu Yuntian got up and didn't believe what the numerology elves said, "Are you wrong?"

"Humph... If you don't trust me, won't you believe it, old man?" The elves of fate smiled coldly and said, "Your divine bow may really be the real name of the Dragon Emperor, but it is also a broken divine bow. It's good to exert one millionth of the previous power."

"So you mean that if I want to continue to increase my strength, I must condense the purple bow?" Mu Yun asked.

"You're not too stupid." The magic elf sneered.