Douluo will die if he doesn't try his best

When everyone was lying on the ground gasping for air, the master walked over with a gloomy face. Everyone saw his face and felt a sudden change in their hearts.Before they could speak, the master said seriously: "Take a rest and then train! Three times, don't forget."

"Ah~"

There was a wail in the grove, three times!With this amount of training, it would be difficult for them to even move their fingers tonight.

After Ai Ye also rested, he also trained with them, and it continued like this for the next two days.But even though he was so nervous, Ai Ye would still find time to continue adjusting the ratio of the tailed beast jade. He had a hunch that the tailed beast jade should be out soon.

For two consecutive days, Tang San stayed in the small wooden house in the woods without coming out, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next night, after Ai Ye finished training, he remembered to go see what was going on with Tang San.When Ai Ye opened the door of the wooden house, he found that Tang San was disheveled and in a very wrong spirit.

"What's wrong with you?" Ai Ye asked with a frown.

"Xiaoye? Are you here?" Tang San smiled reluctantly and said hello helplessly.

"Are you in retreat? Why do you look like you are being tortured?" Ai Ye really can't imagine what kind of retreat can be like this. According to normal phenomena, although you will be exhausted in retreat, you will definitely be in good spirits. .

Tang San smiled bitterly: "Xiaoye, you know more about soul masters. Do you think that after level seventy, I can still be ahead of others?"

Ai Ye frowned and looked at Tang San with some surprise: "What do you want to say?"

"My martial spirit is just Blue Silver Grass, and Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit. My ability to cultivate to this point relies largely on the Xuantian Technique and the effects of several immortal products. In essence, it relies on Blue Silver Grass. Grass can’t lead others, right?”

"Is this what you are struggling with?" Ai Ye took a deep breath and sat down on the chair next to him: "Let me ask you, do we have martial arts spirits there?"

"No." Tang San was stunned and replied with some doubts.

"In that case, what are you still struggling with?" Ai Ye said seriously: "Martial spirit is just a weapon. There are eighteen kinds of weapons, such as swords, guns, swords and sticks. Can you tell which one is stronger and which one is weaker? Whip method and Your Bluesilver Grass is about the same, do you dare to say that it will be weaker than other weapons after you practice it to perfection?"

"No, it won't." Tang San was shocked.

Ai Ye continued: "Martial spirits are like weapons, and soul skills are equivalent to martial arts. There are many weapons, but to sum up, there are just a few types. There are many types of martial arts, and people must decide if they want to reach the gods. A person has talent, even if it is the most Even if you practice martial arts that are not good enough and perfect them, you can still reach the state of transformation."

Tang San was a little hesitant. He was a smart man, but it was precisely because he was a smart man that it would be difficult for him to get out of his own way: "But if the spirit is a weapon, wouldn't it be better to have a magical weapon with strength?"

Ai Ye sighed and looked at Tang San: "Have you ever heard of Dugu Qiubai?"

"What a domineering name, but I've never heard of it."

Tang San was a homebody. He usually either studied hidden weapons and poisons, or stayed at home, rarely going out.And Ai Ye is really not sure whether there is such a person as Dugu Qiubai in his world, but Ai Ye can still be a strong-mouthed king.

"Dugu Qiubei is a sword cultivator. His sword is invincible in the world. Originally, he was not called this name. Later, he changed his name to Dugu Qiubei in order to find a rival. He has never been defeated in his life.

He has used four swords in his life. Before the age of 20, he used an unknown sword, with which he competed with the heroes of the world;

Before the age of 30, he used a soft Ziwei sword, but accidentally injured a righteous man and thought it was unknown, so he abandoned it in the deep valley;

Before he was 40 years old, he used a dark iron heavy sword. Now the sword has no edge, but he is still invincible in the world;

After the age of 40, a wooden sword was used. From that time on, not only objects, but also plants and trees could be used as swords.The sword he chose has less and less edge, but its strength is getting stronger and stronger. I don’t know if you can compare with this senior. What I want to tell you is still the same sentence. Magic weapons are important, but the most important thing is It's the people who use it. "

Tang San's heart boiled with excitement when he heard this, and he suddenly discovered that his Bluesilver Grass wasn't that weak anymore.

Seeing that he had almost recovered, Ai Ye patted his shoulder: "Think about it! Everyone's martial spirit has its own characteristics. Since you have chosen the path of extreme flow, you have to accept the weakness of the martial spirit to restrain it. , How can there be anything perfect in this world?"

"I understand, thank you Xiaoye." Tang San suddenly became more confident. After thinking about it, his whole body suddenly became enlightened: "Then let's go back! Your training is over too!"

"Yeah." Ai Ye nodded and walked out of the cabin towards his dormitory.

The next day, Tang San participated in everyone's training. When Xiao Wu saw Tang San, her eyes lit up and she jumped directly on him: "Brother, you are finally out of seclusion."

"Yes!" Tang San patted Xiao Wu's head dotingly: "It's all thanks to Xiao Ye, I have figured out a lot of things."

"Xiao San, it's good if you come out of seclusion. This will increase our winning rate a lot." The Shrek Seven Devils have been teased by Ai Ye many times in the past few days. It can be said that they have held their breath!

Then, just when they were not happy for a long time, the master's voice came over: "Xiaosan will not go through special training with you, you still have to face Xiaoye by yourself."

"Ah?" Several people were poured cold water on them and seemed a little at a loss.

"Your tacit understanding is enough, but because of this, no matter which team battle, you rely too much on Xiao San and Xiao Ye. They are also human beings, and they will make mistakes sometimes. The game situation on the field changes rapidly, and they cannot fully grasp it. As the competition progresses, we need to rely on you to adapt to changes at this time. Now we are training your adaptability without affecting the overall layout. Therefore, Xiao San cannot participate and he has to participate in other trainings."

Ai Ye's heart moved: "Master, are Dean Flanders and Dean Erlong back?"

"came back."

"Then what do I want?"

"It will be delivered immediately." The master nodded. After saying this, the master looked at Tang San: "Xiao San, come with me. At this time, I will arrange other training for you."

"Okay teacher." Tang San nodded and signaled to Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu pouted and returned to the team dissatisfied, continuing to accept Ai Ye's torture.

The remaining people had already been aroused by the words of Ai Ye and the master. Seeing everyone looking directly at him, Ai Ye raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Let's play something more exciting today."

"Still exciting? Three times the training is already exciting enough, how about five times?"

"If you want to come, I can satisfy you."

"what?"

Except for Tang San, the other students shuddered inexplicably and were frightened by Ai Ye's words.