"Do you know why I easily led you astray?"
Zhang Zhiwei did not deny the title of senior. He was much stronger than Feng Ping and deserved the title of senior.
"Senior is stronger than me!" Fengping said.
Zhang Zhiwei did not deny it: "How do you think you are good at playing with fire?"
"Playing with fire?" Feng Ping said seriously, "Senior, are you asking about controlling fire? There's nothing else involved."
"Of course!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.
Feng Ping said modestly, "I have been practicing in the Huode Sect since I was young. I train day and night, in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. I am pretty good at controlling fire, right?"
"Not bad?" Zhang Zhiwei grinned. "You only control fire, not your life?"
"Of course I do!" Feng Ping confessed, "I've never stopped since I embarked on the path of cultivation!"
"How is the repair going?" asked Zhang Zhiwei.
"I've made some progress!"
Although Feng Ping suffered losses in the fight with Lu Ci, as a direct descendant of the Huode Sect, his cultivation is still considered outstanding among his peers. Of course, it is no match for Zhang Zhiwei.
"Somewhat successful?" Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at him. "According to what you said, life is easy to obtain, but magic is hard to find?"
Feng Ping said truthfully, "The cultivation of life is a long-term process, a steady grind, with no shortcuts. The art relies on comprehension, so it's naturally more difficult. Furthermore, a powerful art can multiply your strength, so mastering it is naturally even more important!"
This is also a generally accepted view in the alien world.
Zhang Zhiwei curled his lips after hearing this. He didn't argue with Feng Ping, but still asked patiently, "How many stages do you think the control of magic can be divided into?"
Feng Ping thought without hesitation: "Mastering it skillfully is considered a small achievement, and mastering it completely, integrating it into the essence, and reaching the highest level is considered a great achievement!"
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head after hearing this: "You're wrong. Mastering it is considered superficial, while understanding its true meaning, knowing its essence, and integrating it into oneself are considered minor achievements!"
Having said this, both of them fell silent.
Zhang Zhiwei felt that there was no need to say anything about Dacheng, as Fengping was still in the early stages of learning. It would be useless to say more!
Feng Ping was shocked, and thought carefully about Zhang Zhiwei's words. Mastering proficiency is just superficial, and understanding the essence is a small achievement. Then what am I? Just superficial and a small achievement.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Zhiwei said, "Since you praise your magic so much, I will come to see your fire control ability and attack me!"
Feng Ping was stunned and didn't dare to take action.
"Take action!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted.
This time, Feng Ping didn't say anything. He condensed a flaming knife in his hand and slashed at Zhang Zhiwei.
Zhang Zhiwei did not dodge or evade, nor did he use any means. He stretched out a stream of Qi with his fingers, hitting Feng Ping's flaming sword and directly breaking it.
Fengping took two steps back, looking at his empty hands, feeling confused and uncertain.
This flaming sword was transformed from the Qi in his body. It was easily shattered just now, so he naturally felt the same pain.
But it was precisely because he felt the same way that he was so shocked and confused. It wasn't that the force was too strong and his flaming sword couldn't withstand it.
But the force was very weak, and his flaming sword should have been able to withstand it, but strangely it couldn't.
The reason was that this blow hit the part of his own Qi that was most difficult to control, so even if it was a very light blow, it broke his spell.
Is it a coincidence?
"Is this what you said, okay?" Zhang Zhiwei said again, "Come again!"
Feng Ping gritted his teeth and condensed the flaming sword to rush forward. Just like before, it was easily shattered by a very weak Qi force.
Looking at his empty hands again, Fengping was sure that it was not a coincidence, but that he was really inferior to his opponent in skills!
Even if the opponent did not use any means, or even only used Qi whose strength was far lower than that of his flame sword, he could easily break the flame sword that he was proud of, and it was broken extremely simply and brutally.
This is someone I've met who's great...
Feng Ping was not a fool. He knew that the master coming to him couldn't be just for fun, so he bowed to him.
"Please give me some advice, senior!"
"What do you want me to advise you on?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
He came to see Feng Ping, of course not to show off, nor to teach others.
However, his previous small operation caused the boy to suffer a great loss. Not only did he lose face and money, but he also lost money.
It is said that one should do things with a clear conscience. What he did was a bit unkind, so I came over to give him some advice.
"How can we achieve a small success in the technique and understand its essence?" Feng Ping said hurriedly.
"What did your master teach you?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"Master said that the characteristics of fire are violence, burning, ever-changing, and pervasive..." Fengping said a long list.
"How did you do it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"I take care of both!" Fengping said.
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "Bullshit, you don't understand the essence at all. You think you have taken everything into consideration, but in fact you have not taken anything into consideration. Your so-called consideration is just a formality. That's why your fire dragon was deflected by my pull, and your fire knife couldn't break Lu Ci's Ruyi Jin. The skills you are so proud of were shattered by my ordinary Qi Jin!"
Feng Ping was so embarrassed that his face turned red and he was speechless, but surprisingly he did not feel any resentment. It seemed that this was the case. He was indeed one of the best in the Huode Sect, but he was not so good outside the sect.
"They have to take care of everything. They want this and that. They are really poor students with too much stationery. They have little ability but they want big things!"
Zhang Zhiwei spread out his hands, and a ball of silver lightning rose from his palm, with a faint blue flame attached to the surface of the lightning.
Yang Wu Lei is composed of the Qi of Heart Fire and Lung Metal. Zhang Zhiwei is naturally also good at playing with fire, so he is more than capable of teaching Feng Ping.
"Look, look carefully at what I have in my hand. Focus your energy and spirit to see it. Use your life to see it!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ping immediately kept quiet, concentrated his attention, and stared eagerly at the lightning fireworks in Zhang Zhiwei's palm.
It was unremarkable at first, but after staring at it for a long time until his eyes became blurry, Feng Ping felt that the electric light in Zhang Zhiwei's palm suddenly magnified rapidly in an instant, bursting out a wave of silver lightning, which directly swallowed him up, leaving him without the slightest desire to resist.
But the lightning wave disappeared immediately, as if what we just saw was just an illusion.
"What did you see?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
Feng Ping's eyes widened, with a look of lingering fear on his face, he muttered to himself:
"I saw extreme speed, extreme destructive power, and extreme control!"
As one of the thirty-six thieves of the future, Feng Ping's understanding is certainly not bad. Moreover, this is also what Zhang Zhiwei intended to demonstrate.
"That's called swift, ruthless, and accurate!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "There's no need for so much clutter in cultivation. Just grasp the fundamental essence of a technique and move forward. The rest are just irrelevant and superfluous!"
Feng Ping's master also said similar things to him, Feng Ping's master's grandfather also said them to his master, and Feng Ping's master's great-grandfather also said them to his master's grandfather. Everyone has his own understanding, and they have all become a set of words.
But what you learn from books is always shallow. No matter how much you say, it is not as good as feeling it in person. The Yang Wu Lei that Zhang Zhiwei intended to demonstrate to Feng Ping undoubtedly gave Feng Ping a heavy blow.
It made him realize that the things he had been proud of before were like the castle on the sand dune. It looked beautiful, but in reality it was flashy and would collapse at the slightest touch.
"Senior, I understand!"
Fengping was very surprised and gave several big gifts, but they were in vain.
When I looked up, I only saw Zhang Zhiwei's receding back.
"What's your name, senior?" Fengping jumped up and shouted.
"My last name is Zhang..."