Douluo: My martial spirit is Venerable Dragon

Painkillers have grown in influence over time.

The first batch of people who bought painkillers just had the mentality of giving it a try.

Most people choose to wait and see for a while.

It didn't take long for the first batch of people who bought the medicine to confirm the efficacy of the painkiller.In this way, it was passed on to ten, ten to a hundred, and in just one day, the property of the Wuhun Hall in Tiandou City was completely surrounded by people.

Moreover, people in several cities near Tiandou City heard the news, and they were all on their way here.

In the sunset forest outside Tiandou City.

Dugu Bo sat on the top of the mountain with a slumped face. In front of him was a box of painkillers.

He kept muttering: "Xin'er, why can't you last a little longer? With this painkiller, the pain caused by the toxin will be relieved by most of it."

"Why can't we start selling painkillers earlier, just at this time. Could it be that the sky is going to destroy my Dugu family?"

For Dugu Bo, painkillers are undoubtedly a timely help.Under the suppression of the painkillers, the piercing pain that was caused by the poison in the past can only feel a slight pain at most.

As for Dugu Bo's son, Dugu Xin did not have such good luck.Within half a month before the release of the painkiller, because he could not bear the toxins in his body, he did not return to the Sunset Forest in time, and without Dugu Bo's help to suppress him, Dugu Xin soon died of the poison.

Now, there is only one year-old Dugu Yan left in the entire Dugu family, who lives with Dugu Bo.

"I don't know what kind of Wuhun Yanzi will awaken, but I hope it's not the Jade Phosphorus Snake Wuhun."

......

"It's about to be done, it's about to be done, the last sword must not go wrong."

Chen Ping focused on the cicada wings in front of him.

There is only the last small piece of fine iron left in it, if you make a mistake, you have to start all over again.

During this month, Chen Ping fell to the last sword at least a hundred times.

In the end, the cicada's wings were like leaves, dancing lightly in the direction of the wind, which made it difficult for Chen Ping to grasp when to withdraw his strength after drawing the sword.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Chen Ping wiped off the sweat on his palms.

Hold the sword, draw the sword, only in the blink of an eye.

Opening his eyes, Chen Ping looked at the intact cicada wings in front of him, with a smile on his face.

"Finally successful."

"The sword moves with the wind. Unexpectedly, I really mastered it."

The success this time was not due to luck, but the experience accumulated in countless failures, as well as the application of Wuhun.

If it happens again, Chen Ping is confident that he will succeed again.

"Yes, it seems that you have understood my intention."

At some point, Chen Xin appeared behind Chen Ping.

"Tell me, how long did it take and how many swords were produced?"

Chen Ping quickly responded: "Teacher, this time there were fifteen sword strikes in total, and it took a stick of incense."

Chen Xin nodded slightly: "So-so."

"Hey." Chen Ping scratched his head: "Teacher, when do you think you can teach me some moves?"

"Hehe, don't worry." Chen Xin took out the cicada wings and refined iron from the soul guide.

"Use your martial soul to slash at the cicada's wings continuously, without stopping in between. The whole movement must be done in one go, and all the fine iron inside should be chopped into iron filings. The requirement is that the cicada's wings should not be damaged in any way."

Chen Ping blinked: "Teacher, you didn't say that before. You said before that as long as I can chop fine iron into iron filings and the cicada wings are not damaged, you will teach me new moves. You didn't say that at that time It has to be done in one go.”

"Teacher, why don't you teach me the moves first, and then practice this later?"

"Have you? Did the old man say that?" Chen Xin pretended to be suspicious.

Hearing this, Chen Ping wanted to cry, "Teacher, you can't do this."

"Hmph." Chen Xin turned her head away, and snorted coldly: "What the old man says is what he says, when will it be your turn to point fingers!"

"I..." Chen Ping hesitated to speak, sighed, and asked, "Teacher, why don't you just finish all the requirements at once, and I will go to you to learn new moves after I finish. "

"Ahem." With a light cough, Chen Xin said: "In this way, the previous requirements remain the same, as long as you can chop the fine iron inside into iron filings within ten strokes continuously, I will teach you the moves. "

Chen Ping looked suspicious: "Really?"

"It's just how to do it within ten strokes. If you slash continuously, the strength of each sword must be restrained. I estimate that even if it can be done, it will take at least twenty strokes."

Chen Xin nodded: "That's right, with your current level, the old man estimates that you need at least 25 or six swords to do it."

Changing the subject, Chen Xin said with a smile: "However, the old man will demonstrate it to you, so you should pay attention."

"Yes, teacher." Chen Ping was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped aside.

He believed that with Chen Xin's demonstration, he would avoid many detours, and maybe he could learn something.

"Chen Ping, you can chop all the fine iron inside without any damage to the cicada wings. I believe you have figured out some tricks." Chen Xin's face became much more serious.

Chen Ping bowed his head: "Teacher, I found that after the fine iron became less and less, the cicada wings gradually began to flutter with the wind."

"In the beginning, no matter how I controlled my strength, it was useless. Gradually, I changed my mind, from internal factors to external factors. I found that if the sword can follow the direction of the wind blowing , then it won’t cut the cicada’s wings.”

"Very good, the old man is more and more satisfied with you." Chen Xin nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, as you said. The ultimate state of swordsmanship is the unity of man and sword, and before that, you first To achieve this, people and the environment are integrated. Only by using the power of the environment can the power of the sword be brought into full play."

As soon as the words fell, the Seven Killing Sword suddenly appeared in Chen Xin's hand.

"Okay."

Chen Xin swung his sword, and the cold and sharp sword energy landed on the cicada's wings.

In the end, the scene where the sword qi sliced ​​through the fine iron and the cicada wings was not as imagined.There are only iron filings all over the ground, and intact cicada wings floating in mid-air.

"It's natural, it's natural." Chen Ping widened his eyes: "Is this the pinnacle of swordsmanship?"

"Haha." Chen Xin smiled heartily: "Boy Chen Ping, follow the old man's request. In a few years, you can also do what the old man does."

As he said that, Chen Xin still did not forget to teach: "It should be noted that there are people beyond people and heaven beyond the sky. There are not no people in the world who are stronger than this old man, and even my father was defeated by that strong man back then. Don't be complacent."

"Yes, teacher." Chen Ping nodded heavily.

"En. This is for you." With that said, Chen Xin threw a bottle of painkiller medicine that she had brought from Ning Fengzhi to Chen Ping.

"In the future, if you are injured, remember to take a pill, which can relieve your pain in a short time."

Chen Ping recognized it at a glance.

"It's a painkiller."

At the same time, Chen Ping said helplessly: "This bottle is exactly the same as the one I gave Grandpa Linghai back then. I didn't expect Grandpa Linghai to make it into a package."