Chapter 2 Brother

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The early morning is always full of fighting spirit for Wang Meng. A new day begins, and the next month will be the month to decide the winner!

Wang Meng, who almost bounced up from **, washed it at a fast speed.

The first test of the Thunder Hall of the Holy Church ended in failure, but it did not frustrate Wang Meng's fighting spirit at all.

The Holy Church is the holy place for every practitioner. There is no doubt that learning and practicing in the Holy Church is unmatched anywhere else. The Leiguang City area is a place with extremely strong aura, so it is very lucky to have a branch of the Holy Church here. Every year's enrollment, it must be a sea of people. In the primary election The defeat.

The prerequisite for practice is to have a life mark. The life mark is the root of a practitioner. Under the nourishment of vitality, some people will naturally produce God-given abilities. Having a life mark is the basis for absorbing and using the original force. Whether it is fighting, making props, or formation, the life mark is engraved, and the original force We should cooperate with the right method.

Leiguang City is of good vitality. The native Wang Meng is now in the second level of the life trace level, that is to say, with two life marks, the more life marks, the more power stored, the more different the use methods, and naturally stronger.

In the absence of skills, 16 years old has the second floor of natural life marks, which is reasonable. It would be very good to add a small school, but it will be very difficult to enter the church. However, Wang Meng has a heart to enter the church.

When it was time for the first test, I found that the genius was rolling all over the ground, and the sword sect that Wang Meng wanted to enter was the most popular, either with more than five layers of natural life marks, or with special talents or equivalent sect relations. At the time of the primary election, the youngest one who joined the sword sect at the age of ten Layers, the confidence is almost enough to be devastated.

It is normal for this situation to be brushed down. Fortunately, Wang Meng is very persistent and has a big heart. After seeing all kinds of young people, he has strengthened his confidence to enter the church. If he wants to do his best, he will do his best. If he can't enter the church, his life will basically enter the day of medioc

Who is he?

Wang Meng! **! A great man who is destined to be famous and to engrave his name in the Hall of Meritorious Hall!

The reality is that the elders responsible for the selection will give these eliminated people with some characteristics one more chance. An entry skill, the practice time is one month, and one month later, the excellent ones will be selected according to the effect. This is the last chance. If it fails this time, you can only participate in the selection after three years. At that time, Wang Meng was 19 years old, and his grandma didn't kiss his uncle and didn't love him. At that time, he wanted to call a group of teenagers's brothers and sisters. Wang Meng was full of hair.

There is no doubt that Wang Meng decided to fight back.

Wang Meng carefully took out a mirror-like thing, a heart goggle, a low-level prop that can be used as long as it has a life mark. It has a certain defense, but it is a bargain at a glance.

Wang Meng looked at the mirror seriously. This is the treasure he spent 50 oceans to buy from the stall. There is only one function, which is quite magical.

"Mirror, mirror, who is the most talented practitioner in the world?" Wang Meng asked seriously.

A layer of light appeared in the protective mirror, and a crisp and beautiful voice sounded: "Wang Meng, there is no doubt that it's Wang Meng!"

Wang Meng opened his mouth and repeated, "Wang Meng, there is no doubt that it is Wang Meng!"

This is the treasure that Wang Meng bought with all his private money plus ten yuan of foreign debt.

A good start is half of success, start sprint!

Wang Meng's family lives outside Leiguang City. His parents are both farmers and live every day sincerely and diligently. He is also very happy that his son has the life mark of the practitioner, but he is not very excited. His parents just want Wang Mengjian to live healthily and happily. Do what they want to do. Happiness is the most important thing. More, not necessarily happy, but they support Wang Meng.

Wang Meng's personality is very different from his parents. There seems to be a fire in his heart. He has been restless since he was a child. Fighting is commonplace. Life is not long, but he must be vigorous. Entering the church and finding a bigger stage is his happiness.

Wang Meng, who carried special training tools, came to the back mountain not far from home and began to "closed". There is his exclusive practice cave here... In fact, it is a pit, and there is nothing. This is what Wang Meng found himself after finding that he had produced traces of life. There must be a decent territory for practice.

In Wang Meng's words, practice depends on spirituality and feeling.

Peiyuan Gong, as the name implies, is the entry-level skill for low-level practitioners. Although practice can get the power beyond mortals, it is also very dangerous.

The purpose of practice is very simple, that is, to improve the level of life marks and be proficient in the use of life marks, that is to say, the more life marks, the better, especially after ten layers, for each more layer, the combination of life marks will increase geometrically, and the power that can be used will be more complex and powerful.

However, the cultivation method is not appropriate, and it is easy to go crazy with random combinations. The result is also quite miserable. If it is light, it will become a useless person, and if it is heavy, it will be killed.

Of course, Wang Meng doesn't have to worry about this at all. There are only two life marks, and he can't combine them even if he wants to combine them. The practice method below five layers is very boring and boring. The so-called Peiyuangong is to repeatedly use life marks to make the simplest attack, which is also the foundation.

But for Wang Meng, this is undoubtedly a secret book, which is the first time he came into contact with the correct use of Yuanli.

It's not as complicated as you think. Wang Meng can almost do it at a glance. In fact, he tells the practitioner how to use Yuanli. There are two layers of life marks, that is, it can enhance his strength.

After reading it five times and thinking for a while, Wang Meng began to train persistently. Since he had to do it, he should do it seriously.

Wang Meng's method is very simple and direct, and even a little rough. That is, he punches against the stone wall. Each punch is punched with Yuan force, one punch after another until the Yuan force is exhausted. According to Pei Yuan Gong, the process of continuous consumption and consumption can consolidate the life marks, and at the same time, new ones may be Traces of life.

If there are three life marks, you can form the simplest spell. Thinking of this, Wang Meng's whole body is hot, and his fist doesn't feel pain.

Somewhere in the suburbs of Leiguang City, there will be a muffled sound every day, but in such an inaccessible place, who cares?

A month is not long or short, but it is absolutely boring and painful for some people.

Zhang Xiaojiang couldn't believe that the person in front of him was his buddy Wang Meng.

The little fat man opened his mouth and said, "Damn it, Brother Meng, you are about to become a savage. This hairstyle is really domineering. How about it? How about it? Have you made any progress?"

Wang Meng asked him to ask him to get out of the customs at this time. In order to be careless, Wang Meng took nothing but food.

Wang Meng touched the messy hair and shook his head helplessly, "It's still the second floor, Zhang Xiaopang, is my talent really not good?"

In the last few days, Wang Meng himself was also a little anxious, but he still suppressed his anxiety and trained unremittingly. If he wants to succeed, he must have self-confidence.

Zhang Xiaojiang looked at the blood-stained and pitted wall, and then looked at Wang Meng's hand. The fat man's flesh couldn't help shaking. "There is no need to destroy yourself so much. Two brothers for a lifetime, buddy covers you. Who dares to bully you? I'll shoot his dick!"

Bang~~

Zhang Xiaopang got a loud chestnut on his forehead, "Get out of here, you boy, I'm still messing with my hair. Let's go. Anyway, I'm out of the customs. Even if I can't enter the Holy Church this year, I'll come back in three years. The older genius is also a genius!"

Zhang Xiaopang immediately gave a thumbs up, "Cuted!"