Douluo: The Way of Martial Arts

"Is your brain not broken? Let me hit you with this piece of wood."

Zhao Wuji looked at the little kid in front of him. He had never known that he had such a hobby. It was probably because he went out hunting for soul rings and broke his brain this time.

After all, who in the right mind would let someone beat him with a wooden board a few centimeters thick?

It's not that there's something wrong with your brain, it's something that's wrong somewhere?

"Teacher, I am experimenting with whether I can create a self-made soul skill.

Also ask the teacher for help. "

Zhao Wuji grinned. It just so happened that his hands were itchy at this time. There was a good target for him to hit, so why not do it.

"Then stand still, kid."

Zhao Wuji didn't waste any time and directly picked up the wooden board and pointed it at Gu Yi.

"Come on, teacher."

At this point, he would naturally not run away from the battlefield, and had already circulated his soul power to various places in his meridians.

Although Zhao Wuji agreed to him, he did not make any heavy move.

After all, he is a teacher, and Gu Yi is also Flanders' adopted son.

He will not be harsh on emotions or reason.

What if Flanders comes back to settle the score with him?

Even under deliberate control, the whistling sound still sounded.

Bang!

The wooden board came into close contact with Gu Yi's chest.

The powerful force made him take a few steps back, and for a moment he felt a little tight in the chest and short of breath.

If it hadn't been for the soul-power protection just now, this blow would have made him vomit blood.

Gu Yi did not feel that the soul power in his body was integrated into his body at all.

First try, failed.

"Come again."

Gu Yi was not a person who gave up easily. After adjusting his condition, he stood under the board again.

Zhao Wuji did not persuade him to continue.

The whole afternoon was spent in the sound of collisions.

puff!

Gu Yi half-knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was no change for a whole afternoon, not even a trace of soul power was integrated into it.

In addition to helping him activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and protect him, there is no effect that can permanently strengthen his body.

Gu Yi somewhat doubted whether his idea was wrong.

If it was really possible to integrate soul power into the physical body and transform the body, someone would have discovered it long ago, and there would not be a limit to the number of years the soul master has left to cultivate the soul ring.

"Boy, are you okay?"

Zhao Wuji was also a little numb. What kind of monster is this kid? His physical fitness is so good and he has persisted for so long.

If Flanders came back and saw this scene, it would be strange not to have a fight with him.

Gu Yi shook his head, it was just a minor injury.

Just spit it out.

"Thank you, teacher, for your help. The student is resigning."

Gu Yi stood up without forgetting to say hello to Zhao Wuji, then turned and left.

Zhao Wuji, who stayed where he was, looked at the wooden board on the ground and really didn't understand what kind of self-created soul skills needed to be practiced through self-mutilation.

I really don’t understand.

……

After Gu Yi returned to the room, he first put the medicine bag he had prepared before into the bathtub, and used the medicine bath to speed up the recovery of his physical injuries.

At the same time, he did not forget to practice the running skills.

After the water cooled down, Gu Yi came out of the cold water.

After the medicinal bath and the combination of soul power, the injuries in the body were healed, and not only that, the body also became a little stronger.

Gu Yi put on his clothes and walked to the table to think hard about what the problem was.

There is no inheritance, everything comes from imagination.

There is no need to explain how big the gap is between imagination and reality.

Gu Yi can only deduce based on the existing knowledge.

Soul power can enhance physical fitness, making people faster and more powerful.

But it cannot strengthen the physical body and permanently strengthen the physical body.

There must be some key point in this that I have overlooked.

the next day.

Gu Yi found Zhao Wuji again, but this time he used a different method.

Last night, he soaked these wooden boards in a medicinal bath to give them medicinal power.

Since there is no material to speak of now, let’s try little by little.

Failure is the mother of success.

Zhao Wuji looked at Gu Yi who had found him again, and really didn't understand what he wanted to do.

For a self-created soul skill that he didn't know whether it would succeed, he would not hesitate to hurt his body and endure severe pain to continue.

"Teacher, please help me."

Gu Yi looked at Zhao Wuji firmly, this was his way, the way of martial arts.

The heart towards the Tao will never change.

Zhao Wuji is not a person who can be easily swayed by emotions, but now he suddenly has an urge to help him complete this self-created soul skill.

"Okay, I'll help you."

After taking the wooden board, Zhao Wuji felt something different.

It's heavier than yesterday, and it also smells like medicine.

It must have such a medicinal taste after soaking it in medicinal soup for one night.

Zao Wuji is not interested in these. His martial arts and personality prove that he is not a careful and in-depth person.

For half a month, Gu Yi went to Zhao Wuji with a wooden board every day, and would not stop until he was beaten until he vomited blood every day.

But these days, apart from getting stronger in resisting beatings, there has been no progress.

Some misunderstandings also occurred during this period.

Flender, who came back a few days ago, saw Gu Yi being beaten with a wooden board by Zhao Wuji, and he became angry at that time.

He yelled, "You blind man, I've only been out for a few days, and yet you dared to bully Gu Yi like this.

Find a fight. "

Flender happened to be flying back, and he didn't even need to re-activate his martial spirit, and hit Zhao Wuji very quickly.

Although Zhao Wuji had strong strength and defense, he was a bit cumbersome in terms of speed. Before he could explain, he was punched in the eye.

Even if his martial spirit is turned on, his eyes are still beaten into panda eyes.

After explaining, Flanders realized that he had made a mistake and hurried to Zao Wuji to apologize.

Zhao Wuji had a dark face and did not give him a good look.

This good man of his has finally come to an end. Don't come to him again in the future regarding the foster father and son.

Flanders knew that he was in the wrong, so he allowed Zhao Wuji to get angry.

"You brat too, how can you create your own soul skills like you?"

Flender looked at Zhao Wuji, who was exuding resentment, and suddenly turned his attention to Gu Yi.

Gu Yi also knew how to observe people's words and echoed them.

This matter has been revealed.

……

"Teacher Zhao Wuji, the student has come to ask for advice again."

Zhao Wuji was really tired, not physically but mentally.

This kid really doesn't know pain.

As usual, Zhao Wuji picked up the wooden board and slapped Gu Yi on the body.

After this period of experience of being beaten, Gu Yi was already very aware of the intensity. He stopped using his soul power a few days ago and carefully felt the changes in his body.

Although the wooden board only hit his skin, it could still shock his meridians, which was his martial soul.

Flanders stood by the window, listening to the constant flapping sounds, frowning slightly, and really didn't understand.

Obviously he has not yet accepted this method of self-created soul skills. If Gu Yi's soul power had not declined during this period, he would have stopped Gu Yi long ago.

Thinking of this, Flanders was a little relieved.

Although his student and adopted son was not born with full soul power, his cultivation speed was getting faster and faster.

After absorbing the soul ring, he was already a level 12 soul master, and he was about to be promoted to level 13 in just half a month.