Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

"This long guarantee...is not over yet."

Bai Yu stood in the courtyard of the villa, raising her hand to hold the moonlight.

He had been standing for eight hours.

He was very frustrated in this battle.

Defeating the Black Dragon Bloodline was pleasant at first, but it was not so pleasant after that.

So during the time he was standing there, he was fighting alone with strong enemies in the memory battlefield and dungeon.

But after this kind of fighting was repeated dozens of times, it gradually became boring.

When I opened my eyes again, the moonlight was already shining on my shoulders.

It's getting late.

He looked at the palm of his hand and realized that he was indeed a little anxious... In this world, good things are always the fastest, but bad things are also the fastest.

If you are too eager for quick success, you will easily go crazy. Bai Yu's promotion speed has been fast enough, but today's battle made him realize that this is not enough.

Even with the blessing of the third-order peak heroic spirit projection, there is still a big difference from today's Haoyue, and this cannot be made up for in a short time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient, and a fire burned deep in his heart, gradually burning up his internal organs.

He realized that being too hasty was not the right thing to do, and planned to fight to release this accumulated depression.

But after the killing, I felt the flames burning brighter and stronger.

The moonlight in the palm of my hand was also ignited by the inner breath of the phoenix.

At this moment, Bai Yu heard footsteps. He clenched his fist and saw a person standing under the tree in the courtyard.

An old man.

The moonlight shined brightly through the shade of the trees, and he could clearly see the appearance of the other party. He was the old man he had seen in the martial arts field before. He carefully looked at the old man's clothes, but he had changed into a different one from before. His figure was Tall and burly, his clothes were held up by his muscles.

His temperament is even more extraordinary, giving Bai Yu the feeling that he is somewhat like a pavilion elder at the center of the imperial court, who does not feel the oppression of a great master, or that he is like an ordinary person with high status and authority - this is definitely a misjudgment. , the other party must have a transcendent, and a high-level transcendent.

So who is the other party?

Bai Yu couldn't judge for a moment, only feeling a faint sense of familiarity.

The opponent has no murderous intent or hostility, and his level and status are not displayed above his head.

However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this. In fact, Bai Yu was being kept in the dark by Su Shi's family of three, and he had no idea that his grandfather would come to him. This was a conspiracy of the Su family, and naturally it was not his turn. Bai Yu knew that, out of his trust in the Su family, he did not ask further questions.

He stared at the other person calmly, waiting for the latter to speak, but the latter's expression was hidden under the shade of the tree, and he only cast a vague and complicated gaze. He wanted to lift his feet several times, but only raised his heels and put them down.

It's like being timid about being close to home, but you don't dare to raise your hand and knock on the door when you arrive at home.

In the end, it was the burly old man who spoke first, but he hit the nail on the head: "You witnessed the battle between Jiaoyang and Haoyue earlier, and it seems that it gave you a lot of frustration."

Bai Yu pursed his lips, although he was a little frustrated, but not that frustrated. He was just a little impatient, so he clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, old gentleman, for rescuing us before. Do you dare to ask the old gentleman's name?"

The old man's expression was quite strange. He wanted to speak, but hesitated, and just looked straight at the boy who was about to grow into a young man.

This look made Bai Yu quite uncomfortable. He knew that he was handsome, but of course he felt inexplicable when being looked at by an old man like this.

Without announcing his name, the burly old man just said: "Practice martial arts, practice calligraphy, cook... these things all have one thing in common, they all need to be polished over time. Dishes that are not heated enough cannot be cooked, and words that are not heated enough can't be cooked." Without strength of character, martial arts without enough heat will not be able to become a skill. There is a simple truth that must be understood in all things. Haste makes waste. Your mood is already messed up. Even if you force yourself to realize it today, it will only increase the risk. The young man will inevitably be anxious. But you are proud enough to have come this far.”

Bai Yu didn't answer.

He knew it, but how could his emotions and mood be easily adjusted?

The reason why he felt anxious was precisely because of time. He knew that he would reach this point sooner or later, so he wanted to speed up and shorten the process.

The old man added: "I think you also understand this truth, but once you understand it, how to do it is another matter."

Bai Yu nodded.

The burly old man's breath suddenly changed: "Let's see what I can do."

He suddenly raised his hand and waved his right hand in the air. The gesture was very strange, as if he had grasped something and was waving it in mid-air.

Following the movements of his right hand, wind and waves began to roll up in the entire courtyard. The howling wind blew up the fallen leaves, the big trees rustled, and the leaves and grass flew intertwined.

Even Tao Rusu and Mu Yaoxi, who had been standing outside the courtyard watching Bai Yu for a long time, their expressions changed greatly at this time.

Tao Rusu felt a strong sense of oppression. She pressed her heart and felt the sharpness of the air everywhere.

Mu Yaoxi's eyes widened, as if she saw a wild dragon dancing under the old man's hands. She was of heroic blood, so she could see longer and more clearly, but ten seconds later she couldn't help but cover her and Tao Rusu's faces with a fan. Eye.

"Can't watch it, the realm is too far behind!"

But in the courtyard, what Bai Yu felt was not the violent wind, but a calm lake.

He looked carefully and saw an old man writing something slowly with a pen in his hand. He was slowly sketching, the iron pen had a silver hook, and the pen moved like a dragon and a snake. Each stroke was like an antelope hanging its horns. It was clearly an extremely... Brilliant martial arts... no, realm?

No, it's even something beyond the realm, almost...

road?

Bai Yu really couldn't understand it, but these simple strokes had the effect of turning decay into magic.

During this observation, Bai Yu saw the other party's movements stop and he stopped writing.

There is no pen, no ink, no desk, just leaves and grass floating in the sky.

But everywhere there is the fragrance of ink and words.

This secret is unknown to everyone in the world.

Bai Potian, the tyrannosaurus among the Ten Evils, did not reach the first level of transcendence until he was twenty-nine years old, and it only took him less than ten years to reach the fifth level.

He used to live as a businessman. Due to his average talent, he focused most of his energy on business.

After his father returned to Daxia, in order to integrate into this strange homeland, he devoted most of his energy to one thing, and that was practicing calligraphy.

From the first day he picked up a pen and practiced calligraphy, he knew that he would become a master of calligraphy, and he felt as if he had divine help when writing.

Thousands of miles a day, day after day.

Bai Potian has practiced calligraphy for forty years, and his cultivation, realm, and state of mind have all improved with the improvement of calligraphy.

After his wife passed away, he practiced calligraphy for fifteen days without sleep, reached the fifth level, and opened up the holy path.

Bai Potian is not a martial saint.

He is a book saint!

His calligraphy works are also hard-to-find masterpieces abroad.

His running script is close to Taoism.

But Bai Potian hasn't shown calligraphy in the eyes of others for many years. It's not that he has regressed, but that others are not worthy of seeing it.

Any extraordinary person who has stepped into the holy path will not show the holy path to others at will. Only the true disciples are qualified to look at it so carefully.

What Bai Yu saw just now was Bai Potian's way, but he only saw it, not understood it.

Even so, it is already great wealth and luck.

He came back from the calligraphy, and when he looked at the old man again, he seemed to have some enlightenment.

The other party came to the door and gave a big gift.

A line of cursive writing not only allowed Bai Yu to soothe his inner anxiety, but also allowed him to realize a path he had never experienced before.

Should I say it was a flash of inspiration, or something that came naturally?

While observing each stroke, the words 'wind' and 'thunder' appeared in his eyes.

Then he moved his fingers quietly, and a lightning arc swayed from his fingertips, carrying a wisp of breeze.

Wind and thunder interweave.

Green and blue.

In an instant, the sound of wind and thunder resounded in the entire courtyard, roaring into the sky, like a dragon and tiger fighting.

Bai Yu raised his right hand and looked at the two conflicting forces in his palm. The roar they erupted after the clever collision was dangerous but also maintained a fragile and beautiful balance.

Feng's words and Lei's words were separated and combined in Bai Yu's eyes, exquisitely constructing a brand-new skill that had never been seen before... No, this is no longer a skill, but a magical power.

Supernatural power, close at hand, wind and thunder!