Recommended tickets, new books are opened, children's shoes are welcome Early morning is always full of fighting spirit for Wang Meng, a new day begins, and the next month will be the month that will decide the outcome of the game Wang Meng, who almost bounced up from the bed, finished washing at a fast speed.
The first test to storm the Templar's Thunder Light Branch ended in failure, but this did not dampen Wang Meng's fighting spirit in the slightest.
The Holy Church is a holy place for every cultivator, there is no doubt that studying and practicing in the Holy Church is incomparable to any other place, the Thunder Light City area belongs to the place where the aura is extremely strong, so it is very fortunate to have a Holy Church branch here, and it must be crowded when recruiting students every year, and in the primary election, Wang Meng was unexpectedly defeated.
The prerequisite for cultivation is to have life marks, life marks are the root of a cultivator, under the nourishment of the vitality, some people will naturally produce the god-given ability, having life marks is the basis for absorbing and using the yuan force, whether it is fighting, or making props, or formations, all with the life mark as the engrave, the yuan force as the output, of course, with the correct method.
Lei Guangcheng has a good vitality, and Wang Meng, a native of the city, is now in the second layer of the life mark level, which means that he has two life marks, the more life marks, the more yuan power is stored, and the more diverse the ways to use it, the stronger it is.
In the absence of exercises, at the age of sixteen, he has the second layer of natural life marks, and it is reasonable to say that it would be very good if he went to add a small sect, but it would be very difficult to enter the holy hall, but Wang Meng wanted to enter the holy hall with one mind.
When I got to the first test, I found that the genius was rolling all over the ground, and the Sword Sect that Wang Meng wanted to enter was the most popular, either with a natural life mark of more than five layers, or with a special talent or a considerable sect relationship, at the time of the primary election, the youngest one joined the Sword Sect at the age of ten, a descendant of a certain cultivation family, with a natural life mark of six layers, and his confidence was almost able to be hit to a slump.
It is normal for this situation to be brushed down, but fortunately, Wang Meng is very persistent, has a big heart, and after seeing all kinds of young people, it has strengthened his confidence in entering the temple, and if he wants to do his best, if he can't enter the temple, his life will basically enter the days of doing nothing and waiting for death.
Who is he Wang Mengmeng is a big man who is destined to become famous and engrave his name in the Hall of Merit of the Holy Church The reality is that the elders in charge of the selection will give these eliminated people with a little characteristics one more chance, an introductory exercise, the practice time is one month, and after a month, the excellent ones will be selected according to the effect, this is the last chance, if it doesn't work this time, you can only participate in the selection after three years, at that time Wang Meng was nineteen years old, grandma didn't love his uncle and uncle, at that time he wanted to call a group of teenage children brothers and sisters, Wang Meng was hairy.
There is no doubt that Wang Meng decided to fight against the odds.
Wang Meng cautiously took out a mirror-like thing, a heart goggle, a low-level prop that can be used as long as you have a life mark, and it has a certain defensive power, but you can see that it is a bargain at a glance.
Wang Meng looked at this mirror seriously, this is the treasure he spent fifty oceans to get from the stall, there is only one function, quite quite magical.
"Mirror, mirror, who is the most gifted cultivator in the world," Wang Meng asked solemnly.
The heart goggles glowed with a layer of light, and a crisp and beautiful voice sounded: "Wang Meng, there is no doubt that it is Wang Meng" Wang Meng opened his mouth and repeated: "Wang Meng, there is no doubt that it is Wang Meng" This is the treasure that Wang Meng bought after taking out all his private money plus ten yuan of foreign debt.
A good start is half the battle, start the sprint Wang Meng's family lives outside Leiguang City, his parents are farmers, living every day sincerely and diligently, and he is very happy that his son has the life marks of a cultivator, but they are not very excited, their parents just want Wang Meng to live healthily and happily, do what they want to do, happiness is the most important thing, having more, not necessarily happy, but they support Wang Meng.
Wang Meng's personality is very different from his parents, he seems to have a fire in his heart, he has been restless since he was a child, fights and brawls are commonplace, life is not long, but he must be vigorous, enter the temple, and find a bigger stage is his happiness.
Wang Meng, who carried special training tools, came to the back mountain not far from home and began the "retreat", where his exclusive cultivation cave is actually a pothole, nothing, this is after discovering that he has life marks, Wang Meng found it himself, practice, there must always be a decent place. , In Wang Meng's words, cultivation relies on spirituality and feeling.
Pei Yuan Gong, as the name suggests, is an introductory exercise for low-level cultivators, and although cultivation can obtain power beyond mortals, it is also very dangerous.
The purpose of the practice is very simple, that is, to improve the level of life marks, and to be proficient in the use of life marks, that is, the more life marks, the better, especially after ten layers, each more layer, the combination of life marks will also increase geometrically, and the power that can be used will be more complex and stronger.
However, the cultivation method is improper, and it is easy to go crazy if you combine them at will, and the result is also quite miserable, at least you will become a wasted person, and at worst you will die.
Of course, Wang Meng doesn't have to worry about this at all, there are only two life marks, and he can't combine them if he wants to, the cultivation method below the fifth layer is very boring and boring, the so-called Pei Yuan Gong is to repeatedly use life marks to use Yuan Force to do the simplest attack, and it is also to lay the foundation.
But for Wang Meng, this is undoubtedly a secret book, and this is the first time he has come into contact with the correct use of Yuan Li.
It's not as complicated as he imagined, Wang Meng almost looked at it, and actually told the cultivator how to use the Yuan Force, and the life marks are two-layered, that is, it can enhance the strength.
After watching it five times and thinking about it for a while, Wang Meng began to train persistently, since he wanted to do it, he would do it seriously.
Wang Meng's method is very simple and direct, even a little rough, that is, punching at the stone wall, each punch uses the Yuan force, punch after punch, until the Yuan Force is exhausted, according to Pei Yuan Gong, the process of continuous consumption and regeneration, can consolidate the life marks, and at the same time, new life marks may be born.
If there are three life marks, the simplest spell can be formed, and when he thought of this, Wang Meng's whole body was hot, and his fists didn't hurt anymore.
Somewhere on the outskirts of Thunderlight City, there would be a muffled sound every day, but in such an inaccessible place, who would care A month is not a long time, but it is definitely boring and painful enough for some people.
Zhang Xiaojiang couldn't believe that the person in front of him was his buddy Wang Meng.
The little fat man opened his mouth, "Damn, Brother Meng, you're about to become a savage, this hairstyle is really domineering, how is it, how is it, is there any progress?"
Wang Meng asked him to call him out of the customs at this time, and in order to have no distractions, Wang Meng didn't bring anything but food.
Wang Meng touched his messy hair and shook his head helplessly, "It's still the second layer, Zhang Xiaopang, is it really not good for my talent?"
In the last few days, Wang Meng himself was a little anxious, but he still pressed his apprehension, trained unremittingly, and must have self-confidence if he wants to succeed.
Zhang Xiaojiang looked at the bloodstained and pitted walls, and then looked at Wang Meng's hand, the fat man's flesh couldn't help but tremble, "There's no need to destroy yourself like this, two brothers in one world, buddies cover you, whoever dares to bully you, I'll shoot his little" bang Zhang Xiaopang received a loud chestnut blow on his head, "Get out, rely on you kid and I'll still be a mess, let's go, no matter what, Lao Tzu is out, even if he can't enter the temple this year, Lao Tzu will come back in three years, and the older genius is also a genius."
Zhang Xiaopang immediately gave a thumbs up, "ruthless":