Chapter 65 The stunt of Iron Mountain

Although it is the time when the sun sets, the sky is gray and you can't see the shadow of the sunset. There are few people in the corridor on the road.

Wang Wujian came to the woods in the back mountain of the college alone. This is a secluded place for practice. Few people usually come, let alone in this cold time.

Many pines and cypresses stand proudly in the woods, which finally adds some vitality to the snow-white world.

Although there is no modification of soul power, Wang Wujian's knife and sword still exudes noble yellow golden light. He is enjoying this moment when he belongs to himself.

The first move of "Seven Earthquakes of the Sky": mountains and rivers, for several days in a row, Wang Wujian has been meditating on the Dharma in the book, repeating the actions in the book, taking flexible steps and coordinating up and down. If the dragon is as powerful as crossing the river, and if the willow is soft and strong in the wind. Two thick golden lights alternately flashed all kinds of dazzling patterns around the body. The blade repeatedly went up against the wind, and the shocking air was whistling.

I don't feel pressure to contact Wang Wujian about the monotonous martial arts. I just need to contact hard. However, it takes a lot of soul power and energy to inject the martial soul into it. Although this can stimulate the growth of the martial soul, it will hurt itself if you are not careful.

"Papa"

A lonely but loud applause sounded behind him, which was the sound that could only be made by a pair of heavy hands hitting each other. With this alone, Wang Wujian could conclude that the person who came must be the "giant" Tieshan.

Wang Wujian stopped the weapon he was waving in his hand and turned around and looked at the iron mountain on the other side with a smile. He was very fond of this old man who was twice as tall as an ordinary person. Every time he met, he would have an inexplicable affinity.

"I'm sorry to disturb your practice." Tie Shan smiled kindly. At this time, he was wearing a thick fur coat and a certain tall black mink velvet hat. "Have you always been so diligent?"

"Well, it can't be regarded as diligence. It's just a daily practice subject. I've been like this for more than ten years." Wang Wujian replied helplessly like a child that he could not disguise himself in front of Tieshan.

"Well, that's right. This seems to be the consistent cultivation method of the Wang family. No wonder..." Tieshan paused.

"What's the wonder?"

"It's no wonder they are all powerful." Tieshan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "But I'm sure you are the best freshman I've ever seen. Do you want to get the title of 'Pride'?

"Yes."

"Why? Is that important?"

"Hey hey, that's not true, but there is always someone who wants to take it. Why can't I be the one who stands at the end?" Wang Wujian smiled easily and said, "What's more, I think I have that ability!"

"Well, it's good, ambitious!" Tieshan patted him on the shoulder and encouraged, "Can I see your machete?"

Wang Wujian had no doubt and quickly handed it over with both hands. He was extremely eager to learn something from any teacher, especially a big man like Tieshan who had been in the realm of the spiritual emperor for hundreds of years.

"Good machete, with a blade length of 36 centimeters and a bend of 125 degrees. This is a standard match, and Ouyang Xiong will also admire the caster of this machete." Tieshan's eyes moved from the machete to Wang Wujian.

"Well, don't mention him. Ouyang Xiong makes me feel embarrassed and even terrible." Wang Wujian was sad.

"Hahaha, he always looks like he can't be. Don't be afraid of him. In fact, he is also a good person." Tieshan smiled and said, "You are very fierce, but you may not be accurate."

Wang Wujian was shocked. The family's martial arts technician once warned him that taking action quickly can make the panicked opponent become cowardly, but if it is too fast, it will lose the deviation, which will make the calm enemy take advantage of it. Tieshan, who is experienced in front of him, can see the loopholes with just a few exercises. How can it not be admired?

"So how to improve accuracy on the basis of speed?" Wang Wujian respectfully asked for advice.

"I think you have to ask Mogo about this question. He is a fast and accurate connominator. I, hehe, it's far away." Tieshan smiled with a simple smile.

Wang Wujian understood that he intended to give way and continued to beg, "Teacher, after hundreds of years, I'm afraid that Mr. Mogo is not even your apprentice and grandson. You don't want to tell me about it!"

"Hahaha, I've been stupid since I was a child, so my methods are also stupid, but I can do what others can do as long as I work hard, and others may not be able to do what I can do. My methods are really stupid!" Tieshan looked very serious.

This is a confident word of the peerless strongman. Wang Wujian did not doubt at all and urgently asked, "What is it?"

"There is a film on the surface of each leaf. Do you think your machete can separate it from the leaf meat?" Tieshan asked with a mysterious smile.

"How is this possible? The film can't be seen at all. It's hard to rub it with your fingers. How can you separate it with a knife? Wang Wujian thought he was joking and smiled awkwardly.

"Hahahaha" Tieshan answered with a cheerful laughter. He looked around several big trees around him, and finally chose a four-season green, and then waved a leaf casually, and a golden light was fleeting.

"It's so fast!" Wang Wujian sighed.

"Look at it?" Tieshan handed him the machete and pointed to the leaf film stuck on the blade and smiled.

Wang Wujian incredibly pinched the transparent film from the blade. There was no leaf meat on the film, and there was a little red light reflected in the sunset.

"It's really okay! But how long will it take to practice? Wang Wujian stared and asked, "It can cut the film invisible to the naked eye from the leaves. This requires not only that his swordsmanship is extremely accurate, but also requires him to have super perception ability. More importantly, it is a perfect control of the sword qi. To attack such a subtle thing, it is necessary to use soul power to restrain all the sword qi.

"How is this possible?" Wang Wujian silently repeated this question. He couldn't even think of such a magical stunt, but the strong man around him did it.

"Well, this! A tree like this." Tieshan patted the thick wood in front of him with his thick palm, and the whole leaves rustled, as if blown by a strong wind. "The leaves I cut off have at least one hundred trees."

"One hundred?" Wang Wujian shouted.

"Uh-huh!" Tieshan shrugged his shoulders, and then whistled and left with a smile. The tune was cheerful and the whistle was loud, spreading in the quiet forest and the sound of birds into a wonderful song.

"One hundred!" Wang Wujian looked up at this ancient tree with a height of fifty or sixty meters. The leaves on this tree can be tens of thousands. One hundred means one million leaves, which means waving the machete a million times.

"Then don't I have to practice hard for more than ten years?" Wang Wujian didn't dare to do it. "My son can do it with me."