Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 40 The senior surnamed Zhang, a blow to the head
"Do you know why you are easily led astray by me?"

Zhang Zhiwei does not deny the title of senior, he is much stronger than Feng Ping, so he deserves to be called senior.

"Senior is stronger than me!" Fengping said.

Zhang Zhiwei did not deny it: "What do you think of your ability to play with fire?"

"Playing with fire?" Fengping looked serious: "Is the senior asking about fire control? It doesn't include other things."

"Naturally!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

Feng Ping said modestly: "I have practiced in Huodezong since I was a child. I practice daily and moon, winter practice [-] days, summer practice [-] volts, and control fire together. It's not bad!"

"Okay?" Zhang Zhiwei grinned, "You only control fire, not life?"

"Of course!" Feng Ping confided truthfully: "Since stepping into the path of cultivation, I have never stopped!"

"How is the repair?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Slightly successful!"

Although Feng Ping suffered from the fight with Lu Ci, as the direct descendant of Huodezong, his cultivation base is still considered to be the best among his peers, of course, it is not comparable to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Slight success?" Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head to look at him: "According to what you said, life is easy to get, but spells are hard to find?"

Feng Ping said truthfully: "The practice of life is accumulated over time, and there are no tricks, but the magic technique relies on understanding, which is naturally more difficult. Moreover, a powerful technique can double the strength, and it is naturally more difficult to master the technique skillfully. It's important!"

This is also a generally accepted statement in the alien world.

Zhang Zhiwei twitched his lips and didn't argue with Fengping, but he still asked patiently: "How many stages do you think the control of spells is divided into?"

Without hesitation, Feng Ping said: "Being able to master it proficiently is regarded as a small achievement, fully grasping it, mastering it thoroughly, and reaching the realm of transformation, it is regarded as a great achievement!"

Zhang Zhiwei listened and shook his head: "It's wrong, proficiency is regarded as superficiality, understanding its true meaning, understanding its essence, and integrating itself is regarded as small achievement!"

Having said that, neither of them spoke.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that there was no need for Dacheng to talk about it, Fengping was still in the early stages, so talking too much was useless!
Feng Ping was shocked, thinking carefully about Zhang Zhiwei's words, proficiency is superficial, understanding the essence is small success, so what am I, superficial is still small success.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Zhiwei said: "You admire your technique so much, so let me see your fire control ability and shoot me!"

Fengping was taken aback for a moment, but didn't dare to make a move.

"Shoot!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted.

This time, Feng Ping didn't say anything else, he condensed a flame knife in his hand, and slashed at Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't dodge or dodge, and didn't use any means, he stretched out a qi force with his fingers, and hit Fengping's flame knife, breaking him up directly.

Feng Ping took two steps back, seeing that his hands were empty, he was puzzled.

This flaming knife was transformed with the qi in his body, and it was easily broken up just now, so he naturally felt the same way.

But it was because of his empathy that he became suspicious, and it wasn't that the force was too strong for his flame knife to bear.

It's that this force is very weak, his flame knife should be able to bear it, but it can't bear it strangely.

The reason was that this blow hit the most difficult part of his own qi to control, so even a light blow broke his spell.

Coincidence?
"Is that what you said?" Zhang Zhiwei said again, "Come again!"

Feng Ping gritted his teeth, and rushed forward again with the condensed flame knife. Just like before, he was easily scattered by a weak qi force.

Looking at the empty hand again, Fengping is sure now, it's not a coincidence, it's because his real skills are inferior to others!

Even if the opponent doesn't use any means, or even only uses energy far lower than his own flame knife, he can easily break the flame knife that he is proud of, and it is extremely simple and rude.

This is meeting an expert...

Fengping is not a fool either, it can't be a pastime for an expert to come to him, it's just a bow:
"Senior please give pointers!"

"What do you want me to point out?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

He came to find Fengping, of course he didn't come to pretend to be aggressive, nor was he a good teacher.

It's just that his previous little operation caused this kid a lot of losses, not to mention losing face, and even ruining his fortune.

It is said that one should be honest in doing things, but what he did was a little out of character, so I came here to give some pointers.

"How to achieve a small success in technique, and how to understand its essence?" Fengping said quickly.

"How did your master teach you?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Master said that the characteristics of fire are violent, burning, ever-changing, and pervasive..." Fengping said a long list.

"How did you do it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"I take care of everything!" Fengping said.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "There's a fart, you don't understand its essence at all, you think you have taken care of it, but in fact you haven't taken care of anything, your so-called taking care of it is just in shape, so your fire dragon was pulled by me Unfortunately, your fire knife can't break Lu Ci's wishful energy, and the method you are proud of is broken by my mediocre energy!"

Feng Ping blushed and was speechless, but unexpectedly, he was not unwilling. It seemed that this was the case. He was indeed one of the best in Huodezong, but he was not good enough when he left the sect.

"Taking everything into consideration. I want both this and that. I'm really poor. I have a lot of stationery, I don't have a lot of skills, and I have a lot of pictures!"

Zhang Zhiwei spread his hands, and a ball of silver lightning rose from his palm, with a faint blue flame attached to the surface of the lightning.

Yang Wulei is composed of heart fire qi and lung gold qi. Zhang Zhiwei can naturally play with fire, and he can teach Fengping more than enough.

"Look, see clearly what is in my hand, gather your energy and energy to see it, use your life to see it!"

Hearing this, Feng Ping immediately held his breath, concentrated his attention, and stared at the lightning fireworks in Zhang Zhiwei's palm eagerly.

At the beginning, it was unremarkable, but after staring at it for a long time, Feng Ping only felt that the electric light in Zhang Zhiwei's palm magnified rapidly in an instant, bursting out a wave of silver lightning, and swallowed him directly , people can't afford the slightest desire to resist.

It's just that the wave of lightning disappeared as soon as it was released, as if what I saw just now was just an illusion.

"What did you see?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Feng Ping stared at the boss, with lingering horror on his face, he muttered to himself:
"I saw the ultimate speed, the ultimate destructive power, and the ultimate control!"

As one of the 36 thieves in the future, Fengping's understanding is certainly not bad, and this is also Zhang Zhiwei's intention to demonstrate.

"This is called fast and accurate!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "Cultivation, how can there be so many messy things, just grasp the most basic essence of a technique, and then just move forward, and the rest are side effects, superfluous!"

Similar words, Fengping's master also said to him, Fengping's master also said to his master, Fengping's master ancestor also said to his master, everyone has their own understanding, and they all have their own set of words.

But it’s not enough on paper, no matter how much you say, it’s better to experience it in person. The Yang Wulei that Zhang Zhiwei deliberately demonstrated to Fengping undoubtedly gave Fengping a blow.

Let him understand that the things he was proud of before are like the castle on the sand dunes, which looks beautiful, but is actually flashy and will collapse at the touch of a finger.

"Senior, I understand!"

Feng Ping was pleasantly surprised, bang bang bang was just a few big gifts, but it was nothing.

Looking up, he only saw the back of Zhang Zhiwei going away.

"What's your name, senior?" Fengping jumped up and shouted.

"My surname is Zhang..."

(End of this chapter)