Chapter 827

"It's getting late. Kris must be hungry. I'm going back to breastfeed. Teacher, if you are willing to stay here, just stay by yourself."

"Don't make me laugh, in your barren land, there will be no milk in your dreams..." Clodia couldn't help pouring cold water.

"Teacher!!" Alice gritted her teeth angrily, feeling that this is the biggest insult to being a mother!

"Are you angry? It's really just a girl..." Clodia sarcastically, picked up the bright chant on the ground, and said meaningfully, "I obviously have a lot of hidden swords under my bed, but you chose this one. I have to say, it has a good relationship with you..."

"Huh??" Alice frowned, not understanding what the teacher was saying.

Clodia threw the Rapier Light Aria in front of Alice, and once again put on a posture, "Pick up the sword Alice! It's just that she suffers a bit of skin trauma and complains. How can you be able to stand it after two years outside?"

Alice was filled with resentment by Clodia's "skin trauma". This is called skin trauma?I feel like my bones are almost broken!

She couldn't figure out why she clearly surpassed the holy order, but couldn't beat Clodia.

Alice took the sword and said bitterly under the pressure.

"Teacher, I don't want to fight you anymore, I can't fight anyway! Do you think it's funny to keep bullying me?"

"Ha, are you finally willing to admit the facts? My stupid student." Clodia said with a dry smile, "Didn't you think you were great when you first met? You want to use force to bash me..."

"Damn..." Alice bit her silver teeth, feeling that the teacher not only destroys her body, but also her spirit.

"Alice, do you know why you can't defeat me?" Clodia's expression suddenly became more serious.

"You... Have you always concealed your true strength from me? It's not as simple as a holy order at all!" Alice said angrily.

"No... my strength is a real holy order, it's a fact that it's not as good as you." Clodia said with a smile.

"Huh?" Alice couldn't understand it, so after surpassing the holy order, he was no longer an opponent of the holy order?What is the reason for this??

"You made a serious mistake in your practice, Alice, if you stay in Daxue Mountain honestly, I will never let you break through the holy steps, but will keep you in this realm." Clodia sighed. He said slowly, "But now it's too late to say anything. Without me by your side, you still took that step and crossed the threshold of the clan without authorization."

"What do you mean? I am constantly getting stronger, is this also wrong?" Alice said incomprehensibly.

"The holy step is the end of many people's hard work, and the sect realm is a field that very few lucky people can step into. Many people call the process of holy step to the sect realm a yoke to restrict themselves. This is wrong." Lodia said softly with the attitude of a teacher, hoping that Alice knew how big a mistake she had made.

"No...no?" Alice was surprised, feeling that the teacher was talking about an area she had never heard of.

"Although the process from the holy rank to the sect is extremely difficult, it is by no means a shackle. Thinking about it carefully, making reasonable use of this will be a boost to the path of cultivation." Claudius paused and gave a serious example. Said, “Human practice is a process of continuously accumulating strength, just like blowing a balloon. The more power you accumulate, the more the balloon will expand, and after a certain degree, it will explode. This is the breakthrough of the power limit.”

"..." Alice frowned, her brows, feeling that she heard a new interpretation of practice.

"The limit of strength is the balloon itself. Without accumulating enough strength to break through without authorization, it is like a deflated balloon without much noise." Clodia looked at Alice and said patiently, "You Think about it for yourself, if you suppress and accumulate your own power during the process of breaking through the realm of the holy rank, and finally make the balloon of the strength limit have to explode, can the power you gain now be comparable to breaking through the holy rank?"

"Uh!" Alice suddenly realized that a balloon that had collided countless times exploded in her mind, disrupting her understanding of spiritual practice.

"A person who has accumulated a lot of power to break through to the sect has a solid foundation, and his magic power is as solid as a rock, and he is stronger than a person in the ordinary sect. You wasted a chance to lay a good foundation, Alice." Clody Arden paused, and said with a smile, "It's true that I was able to break through the holy ranks when I was twenty-seven years old, not as good as the sect realm, but I didn't break through, but suppressed the accumulated strength to this day."

"So..." Alice finally understood and felt that she had made a mistake in her practice. Many people desperately wanted to break through the shackles of the holy rank and enter the sect, but they never thought that the shackles laid a solid foundation. opportunity!"

"You should understand that the strength of your sect can't defeat me now? If I break the shackles of the holy rank and burst out the strength that has accumulated for decades, then you will be even more desperate." Clodia smiled non-smiling Say.

"..." Alice was frustrated in her heart, always feeling that she had surpassed the teacher, until now she barely recognized the reality.

"Alice, raise your head, don't be discouraged, even if you miss the opportunity to lay the foundation, you still have the opportunity to make up for it." Clodia looked at Alice and said slowly.

"The swordsmanship of Daxue Mountain is inherited from the distant and mysterious East."

"When I was a child, I came across an old man with a childlike face and a crane, and learned a unique swordsmanship from there."

"The old man has a different knowledge of tempering the body, which can lay a good foundation for people to integrate with the world."

"The two power systems in the world, magic power and fighting spirit, are not called this name in the gentleman's mouth, but are called Qi and God."

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"Qi and God?" Alice heard this inexplicable name for the first time.

"Qi refines the body, the god refines the soul, everything is the power that stuns the world and strengthens itself. That old gentleman taught me this and subverted my cognition of practice when I was a child." Claudia paused and emphasized. "We usually aim to improve our own strength and constantly break through boundaries, but we have thought about using the limits of our strength to suppress ourselves. If I hadn’t met the old gentleman, I’d never know this secret, but someone is To discover this secret without any guidance, I have to say that it is really a genius..."

"That... what you said is true?" Alice asked suspiciously. After all, when I was a child, I always felt very psychedelic when I met a mysterious old man or something?

"Of course, I will teach you the true Ice Swordsmanship of the Snowy Mountains, and improve your foundation in the confrontation." Clodia raised the three-foot long sword in his hand and said seriously, "You are a human, not Dragon, Alice, don’t always rely on the power of the dragon clan to crush and win, it will make you lose yourself. The extensive and profound swordsmanship is a killing technique shared by humans and gods from the beginning of the world. It is far more powerful than violent power. ..."

After listening to Clodia’s teachings, Alice finally chose not to retreat, but also raised her sword "Please, teacher!"

In the mountains far from the dense towns, there is a large waterfall in Maghmo.

It is sparsely populated and there are almost no towns around, only a few small villages.

Most of the people who come here are hunting, and they rarely approach the waterfalls in the mountains.

However, the old president Taylor, who had disappeared for a long time, took his son Carl to practice secretly here.

Old Taylor got a hint of inspiration from Merlin's sword-drawing and slashing, and he incorporated it into his family's thunder-thunder fighting technique and improved it to create the thunder-thunder hand sword technique.

Relying on the power of killing everything, he made his first appearance in the battle against Merlin's subordinates, which made Old Taylor very proud and decided to continue studying and teach him to his son Karl.

Originally, the thunder-thunder fighting technique of the Taylor family was known as "swift and fierce", but after it evolved into thunder-thunder hand-sword technique, its destructive power was ten times stronger, and its power even surpassed the martial arts of the holy rank.

So old Taylor attaches great importance to this new martial arts, and the adventurer competition is about to come, he hopes that his son Karl can defeat the powerful enemy in the competition after learning.

The water of the waterfall seemed to fall from the sky, and it fell violently, making a deafening sound of "rumbling". Carl stood naked under the waterfall, standing still under the huge pressure of the water "smashing" on his body.

He closed his eyes, and the blood in his body was secretly stirring, causing his skin to glow red, as if he had entered a certain state.

Old Taylor leaned on a cane on the rock in the waterfall below, staring at Carl deeply, as if expecting something?

Suddenly, Carl opened his eyes angrily, the golden vindictiveness was full, and he pointed to Cheng Li to slash the waterfall in front of him, "Drink!"

With a loud shout, the waterfall seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and it was split into two and cut off!

This strange scene, seemingly magnificent, only lasted for a second and was fleeting.

Carl was overjoyed, rolled up his damp hair, and yelled at his father triumphantly, "How? I learned it! It doesn't seem that difficult?"

"Huh, it's too far..." Old Taylor shook his head, feeling that Carl hadn't practiced enough to cut off the waterfall. "It was only cut off for one second, at least three seconds to qualify, otherwise, how could you and other guilds? People fight?"

"Isn't that exaggeration? I know the old opponents very well, and I am strong enough to defeat them!" Carl said confidently.

"Don't think too easily, our goal is not the top 100, but the champion." Old Taylor paused and said in a low voice, "Four years ago, only you and Ralph participated in the competition. Although Ralph passed away, Our guild still ushered in two strong aids, Merlin and Alice. We are stronger than last time. This time we only won the top 100. Isn't it a waste of strong support to join?"

"..." Karl hesitated to speak but stopped, thinking of Ralph, his comrade-in-arms, still a little depressed.

"Carl, you are my son. It's up to you to develop family fighting skills in the future." Old Taylor said earnestly.

"I know, I've heard this sentence countless times." Carl said impatiently.

"I have personally felt Merlin's power. To be honest, it is too strong. I have never seen such a terrifying murderous air in my life. I hardly think of anyone who can survive that kind of attack. He has many things in him. It's worth learning." Old Taylor said seriously.

"Yes, I used to think that drawing a sword is an unappreciable sword skill, but Merlin has subverted my three views, what method can I use to practice drawing a sword so proficiently?" Can't help but sigh.

"And Alice, in a very short period of time, she has made rapid progress. I think... she has stepped into a field that I can't reach in this life." Old Taylor sighed deeply.

"Really?" Carl was taken aback and looked at his hand. "Actually, I have recently encountered a bottleneck, as if something is blocking my improvement?"

"Karl, you are not old yet, and you still have a chance. Maybe in your lifetime, you can successfully surpass the holy steps. This is the first person in our family's history." Old Taylor encouraged.

"Don't worry, old man, I will try my best." Carl smiled and said, "Merlin and Alice are so powerful, and I can't be left behind. If they let them show off, my senior's face is a bit Can't hang on?"

"Haha, Merlin will surely be a blockbuster in this competition. Maybe the judges at the headquarters will be shocked and let them reflect on the current risk-taking rating system. It's not in vain that I have hidden Merlin for so long. Let everyone look at us Wrexham with admiration." Old Taylor paused and continued, "To judge the strength of adventurers entirely by magic and the strength of grudges, it is indeed too one-sided. There will be such an unfair situation as Merlin. Before, I didn’t believe anyone would waste time on useless martial arts, but now it seems that there are still some, and they have practiced to an incredible level."

"I always feel that if Merlin is there, the championship is already in my bag, and there is no need for me to fight like this now." Carl sighed silently.

"Don't have this kind of thinking. This competition is not as easy as you thought. To be on the safe side, you can't rely on Merlin and Alice." Old Taylor said with some worry.

"Why? Is there a worrying opponent in this competition?" Carl asked in surprise.

"Gregory, the president of London, and I are old acquaintances. He is very confident this time and will only send one ginseng..." Old Taylor raised his head and slowly said one by one, "The Mithril Adventurer named Alia , Is the successor of the guild carefully cultivated by Gregory."

"I heard."

"Like Alice, it is also a humanoid dragon, and its strength should not be underestimated."

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"Human-shaped dragon?" Karl was dumbfounded and asked in surprise, "Is it possible that, like Alice, can he become a fierce dragon?"

"Well, yes, I heard it was like this, but I don't know how an old guy like Gregory was brought up." Old Taylor lowered his head and said solemnly, "That old bastard city is very deep and confident. Sending a newcomer to the competition must be an opponent that cannot be dealt with. Be careful."

"It sounds quite interesting. I don't know who the humanoid dragon or Alice is better? I am a little bit looking forward to seeing them compete." Carl touched his chin.

"It's hard to say..." Old Taylor showed a thoughtful look and slowly said, "Since he is the successor trained by Gregory himself, he must have good strength, otherwise the other adventurers of the London Guild will not be convinced..."

The border area of ​​the Austro-Hungarian Empire is surrounded by mountains and the traffic is very inconvenient, but there is a village here to recuperate.

Although it is almost isolated from the outside world, there are still many businessmen who are willing to come here from dangerous mountain roads to trade with the villagers for some crops and wild beasts.

However, it is the season when Warcraft around the world has become extremely active, causing this village to become very dangerous, and it is always facing the attack of Warcraft.

Especially located in the border area, there will not be a large number of guards stationed, and the ability to resist the monsters is very weak. As long as the attacks of the monsters are fierce enough, all the villagers will become the belly of the monsters.

The village chief is unwilling to sit still, and has long allowed the young and strong men in the village to form a militia team. Every time the season of Warcraft is active, the whole village will be on guard and always watch out for monsters' attacks.

The militiamen practice under the church in the center of the village every morning. However, the militiamen, who were originally farmers, have limited combat effectiveness. They are ordinary people who do not know magic and martial skills. They can deal with small-scale attacks by monsters. There is only one dead end when the tide or powerful monsters strike.

Fortunately, this border village has a good relationship with the adventurers' guild in London. As long as the remuneration is similar every year, the guild in London will send powerful adventurers to assist the villagers in guarding the village, so that the villagers can survive.

But it has been more than a month since the village chief’s letter requesting assistance was sent, and the support of adventurers in London has not come here for a long time. I don’t know what went wrong?

Because of the lack of support, the villagers have been worried about the past few days and have lived like a year. Every day they are worried about a large number of attacks by monsters. Recently, the attacks have become more frequent and more violent.