Chapter 84 What do you want "The art of sound transmission! What is the art of sound transmission? Is it the kind of thousand-mile sound transmission in novels? But shouldn't many people hear this thousand-mile sound transmission? Why do I feel like I am the only one who heard it? You You must have heard it just like that." Quan Yao asked curiously, giving full play to her layman's eagerness to learn.
"You don't know this, right? The art of sound transmission is not just about transmitting sound over thousands of miles. There are many more. You will know it later." Yin Xiaotian sounded like an expert.
"How about you tell me? What are the techniques for transmitting sounds?" Quan Yao asked shamelessly.
"I see you haven't even entered yet. You'll know when you do. It's too early to tell you this now." Yin Xiaotian waved his hand, looking mature.
Quan Yao looked at Yin Xiaotian suspiciously, and it took a long time to say: "You don't even know it yourself, do you?"
"!" It was actually guessed, but so what if I guessed it, hum, as long as I don't admit it, no one will know that I don't understand at all, Yin Xiaotian thought to himself, and said to Quan Yao: "Tsk, how could I possibly I don’t know, I’ve already started before becoming a master. You should ask your master about this. It would be bad if I told you in advance and took away your master’s task.”
Listen to these high-sounding words! Generally speaking, Quan Yao didn't really believe it, but there was no evidence to expose this brat's 'hypocrisy'.
Uncle Mo Yi secretly sent a message to Wen Qiao and asked him: "How did you teach this kid?"
Wen Qiao was already used to the behavior of his apprentice. When he heard Uncle Mo Yi's question, Wen Qiao said expressionlessly: "Just listen to what he said..."
The implication is don't take it too seriously.
Uncle Mo Yi's eyes widened when he heard this and said, "So your apprentice is weighing his head in front of my apprentice!"
To actually say that his apprentice has not yet started, I am afraid that he himself has not yet started either.
Wen Qiao glanced at Uncle Mo Yi, who was meditating, and said, "Thunder disaster is coming soon, so be prepared."
When he said this, thunder sounded, and then disappeared. When the thunder sounded again, a huge white lightning struck in the direction of Uncle Mo Yi.
Over there, Yin Xiaotian and Quan Yao knelt down with their legs on the ground, their heads looking in the direction of Wen Qiao and Mo Yishu from time to the thunderstorm approached, the air became thinner and thinner, and the two of them felt as if they were lacking oxygen. The most important thing was that when they were standing, they only felt a heavy weight on their shoulders, and they faintly felt a pair of hands on their shoulders, forcing them to They knelt.
Reminiscent of Wen Qiao's words, the two of them knelt on the ground very 'consciously'. Because of this, the feeling of lack of oxygen and pressure on their bodies was much relieved.
"Is this the coercion in the novel!"
Quan Yao endured the pain of being crushed and complained, secretly wondering why she couldn't think of coming here to learn more.
Yin Xiaotian's body was baptized with sweat, white and black. Hearing Quan Yao's words, a smile flashed across his twisted face: "How is it? Isn't it very exciting?"
Quan Yao: "It's so exciting that I want to die. When do you think this thunder will strike?"
Yin Xiaotian: "I don't know."
Wen Qiao's voice came again, and the two felt desperate again when they heard what Wen Qiao said.
She said: "Ren Ren, it takes one hundred and eight thunder tribulations to become a Taoist master, and now it's only five..."
Quanyao: "!"
Yin Xiaotian: "I'm thinking, can I go back?"
Quan Yao's face was expressionless: "I also want to go back..."
Wen Qiao: "Don't even think about it. You have to adapt to the pressure of Thunder Tribulation. For you, there are only advantages and no disadvantages. You must know that the stronger the pressure, the more you can train your mental strength..."
Quanyao and Yin Xiaotian looked at each other.
Quanyao asked: "Little devil, do you know what spiritual power is?"
Yin Xiaotian said expressionlessly: "I don't know, but it feels like it should be a good thing."
Quan Yao: “…….”
Wen Qiao: "You two try to stand up and resist this pressure. This will not only exercise your mental strength, but also achieve the purpose of physical training..." The kneeling Yin Xiaotian tried to stand up, but found that he could not even move. Can't move.
Quan Yao saw this and laughed: "Hei Wa, you can't get up..."
Yin Xiaotian said angrily: "If you have the ability, try it."
Quanyao snorted: "Humph, just give it a try..."
Quanyao was about to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he felt tens of thousands of pounds weighing on his body.
When Yin Xiaotian saw that Quanyao couldn't get up, he showed a gloating smile: "Why, can't you get up? I told you to laugh at me, huh..."
Quan Yao: “…….”
Stinky Heiwa! ……
As time goes by, Uncle Mo Yi's thunder calamity becomes more and more powerful.
Uncle Mo Yi, who was meditating, was unmoved by the lightning strikes. Looking at Uncle Mo Yi's looming soul, Wen Qiao fell into deep be honest, when she experienced a thunderstorm, she would subconsciously block it, unlike Mo Yishu who allowed it to be struck by lightning. However, Wen Qiao knew that being baptized by lightning would only have advantages and no disadvantages for herself.
Under the pressure of Jie Lei, Yin Xiaotian and Quan Yao still managed to stand up with their own perseverance, but they were still a little short of standing straight or moving freely.
Four or five hours later, just as the last calamity thunder was about to fall, Wen Qiao came to Yin Xiaotian and Quan Yao, then picked up Yin Xiaotian's collar and threw it in the direction of Uncle Mo Yi without saying a word.
Then Wen Qiao looked at Quan Yao.
Quanyao was so frightened that she looked at Wen Qiao warily.
"What do you want?"
Wen Qiao grinned.
"Help you exercise..."
Then, another one was thrown out.
At the same time, screams of ahhhhh resounded through the mountain forest.
boom -
Another thunderstorm fell and struck in the direction of Uncle Mo Yi.
At the same time, two figures flew towards Uncle Mo Yi's direction one after the other.
Silver-white thunder fell from the sky with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
Lightning like a giant python fell on Uncle Mo Yi, and Uncle Mo Yi's soul body was looming. After being struck by lightning, his soul body became more and more transparent, and it looked like it was about to dissipate at any time.
Over there, Quanyao and Yin Xiaotian were each struck by a slender lightning bolt as thick as a finger, and then they all fell to the of meters in the air, just as they were about to hit the ground, an invisible force suddenly caught them and then placed them gently on the ground.
Wen Qiao didn't care about Yin Xiaotian and Quanyao, but flew to Uncle Mo Yi.
"Actually, you can take advantage of this opportunity to gather a physical body..." Wen Qiao suggested.
"Actually, no need. Can't you see my way?" Uncle Mo Yi said with a smile. As he spoke, his soul became much more substantial, and his soul was surrounded by a soft white light...
This is a symbol of promotion to Taoji! Wen Qiao was still thinking about what kind of Tao Mo Yishu was cultivating, but he heard Mo Yishu say with a smile: "To be honest, people in this world think that I am cultivating the Tao of the soul, but in fact it is not the case. You know first Who is this person who sees the way I am cultivating?"
(End of this chapter)