Chapter 63

Pa... Pa... Pa

A rhythmic voice sounded in the woods. Lu Ping's left foot was a high pile of material fragments, but soon, a small pile was piled up at his right foot, which was more finely broken than that at his left foot.

Success didn't come so easily. Lu Ping was careful every time, careful again, but the final result was the same. With a bang, the fragments became more broken.

But he was not discouraged.

He broke one piece and picked up another. He repeated this action again and again, but he didn't feel boring at all. He focused on it and enjoyed it. Wen Yan looked at the library window for nearly half an hour. He didn't notice it at all. He didn't stop until half an hour later. He seemed to be thinking and sorting out something. After that, he turned and looked in another direction. In the woods, Su Tang was still walking around without a sense of direction, trying all kinds of actions. Lu Ping looked back and saw Wen Yan lying on the window. Wen Yan also lost no time to ask, "what are you doing?"

She couldn't understand Su Tang's actions in the woods.

Lu Ping's behavior, which was very close to the window, began to be incomprehensible to her, but later she also saw some clues.

But Lu Ping's answer was very simple: "practice."

With that, he had picked up another fragment, concentrated his mind, perceived the power of soul and the courage of singing, and then carefully injected it into the fragment.

"Ah, you have more rest!" As a result, a voice came, and Wen Yan, lying on the windowsill, was talking again.

Pa

A light sound, like a sigh, Lu Ping failed again.

Lu Ping will not be upset about the simple failure, but if it is because of external interference, he certainly cares very much. Looking up at Wen Yan's eyes, he was full of reproach.

"Blame me?" Wen Yan said.

"Yes, don't make any noise." Lu Ping said.

Wen Yanqi, she has been here patiently for half an hour. She doesn't see what kind of strange cultivation is in Su Tang's side, but Lu Ping has seen a little. Lu Ping happened to be there yesterday when she destroyed all the equipment in the studio because of the impure control of her soul. At present, using this pile of waste materials seems to be training for this.

But how could it be that easy? Pure control of the power of the soul is a necessary condition for breakthrough. I think it took me eight months to break through after I reached the sixth level of Chong spirit. This is already a training talent that I can count in Tianzhao college. These guys from some college in xiafeng district said they were going to attend the point spirit conference. Looking at this posture, are they really ready to complete the breakthrough in a month?

Wen Yan always likes to join the fun. Anything abnormal will be regarded as interesting in her eyes. But at the moment, she didn't find it interesting at all, just ridiculous. And this guy blamed her for such absurd things. Wen Yan didn't feel sorry at all, but she felt a little wronged.

But Lu Ping was obviously not ready to pay attention to her anymore. He buried himself in his cultivation. He just looked down and was stunned when he saw the fragments in his hand.

The fragments in my hand are cracked, but they are not completely disconnected. There is a little adhesion, and the broken half is still hanging on the fragments.

This has never happened before. The same material and bearing capacity will be completely disconnected before, but this time it is not complete. Does this mean that there is progress?

Progress is certainly gratifying, but how did it happen? At that moment, his control seemed to have nothing special, that is, when he finally injected Ming's courage into the fragments, the voice suddenly came. Then, the fragments broke immediately as if he injected Ming's courage every time, but this time, the fracture seemed to be a little slight.

Is it a coincidence? Or did the distraction after hearing that sentence strengthen control?

Lu Ping couldn't confirm. He raised his head a little confused. As a result, he saw Wen Yanzheng lying on the window looking at him angrily.

"You can't even control the pure and single soul power now. It's naive to want to achieve penetration in one month?"

opportunity!

When Wen Yan continued, Lu Ping quickly picked up another fragment from the ground. Then he was not in a hurry, but as calm as every time, but this time he paid attention to what Wen Yan was saying.

"It's strange that you can't even do such a simple thing because your soul power is very strong? What's more strange is, why can't you feel your soul power at all many times? "

Pop!

The light noise made Lu Ping's hands crack again.

"Hey, did you listen to me?" Wen Yan shouted.

"Listening, listening!" Lu Ping was very happy because this time he confirmed his conjecture. When listening to Wen Yan, his control seemed to have improved. This time, the degree of fracture of material fragments was the same as just now, which was not complete.

"You go on." Lu Ping said, picking up another piece of debris.

"What? I went on! It's your turn to answer me. Didn't you listen to what I asked you just now? "

Pop!

The new fragments are broken, just like before. This time Lu Ping can confirm that it must have something to do with listening to Wen Yan.

"Did you use any power when you spoke?" He wants to know more about it and confirm it.

"What ability!" Wen Yan was not angry. Lu Ping tried twice, and she also saw the clue. She is the penetrator of the spirit of Chong. Her eyesight is very good. She found that the fracture degree of fragments has changed from that before, which means that Lu Ping's control over Ming's courage has been improved.

"That's because you're listening to me. That's the perception of Mingzhi spirit. So it virtually improves your attention to the soul of Ming, but the effect is only so little, not much value. " Wen Yan not only saw it, but even understood the truth.

"Oh, then you go on." Lu Ping has picked up another fragment and is eager to try.

"What? I'll go on!" Wen Yan Qi, he is at home, that is the identity of the great miss, in the academy is also the attention of the stars, how to put the mountains of woodlouse look like a servant? Very handy.

He stared at Lu Ping fiercely. Of course, Wen Yan would never keep talking. He reached out and took out a round and flat thing from his pocket and photographed it on the windowsill: "use this."

"What is this?" Lu Ping asked.

"Haven't you seen the recorder?" Wen Yan was surprised. How poor and backward is xiafeng district?

"Oh, yes." Lu Ping remembered that Su Tangyou had described this kind of thing to him. He said that there were students. It seems that it is such a name.

"It's terrible..." Wen Yan sympathized with Lu Ping a little. I've heard of it and haven't seen it. Must be very eager?

"This thing is like this." Wen Yan's tone suddenly became much softer, "after collecting the voice with the courage of singing, it can be stored in it. Then use the courage of Ming to launch it, and the sound can reappear, just like this. "

Wen Yan said, stretching his finger slightly above, he hardly saw that she had any soul power control, but the melodious music had come out of the flat and round thing.

"How's it going?"

"Well, it's much more convenient to practice with this thing!" Lu Ping sighed.

Practice... Practice? Who says this thing is for cultivation?

Wen Yan couldn't keep up with Lu Ping's ideas, but Lu Ping had picked up a fragment. This time, while listening to the music, he controlled his courage.

"If it's useful to practice like this, you still have to work so hard?" Wen Yan muttered.

Pop, light sound.

That's it! Wen Yan thought, but when he looked at it, he saw that the fragments in Lu Ping's hands didn't even break this time, but there was a crack. Although it was very deep, it obviously made progress again.

"It sounds good." Lu Ping praised the music from the recorder.

Because of the beautiful music, further enhance the attention?

Wen Yan thought, but soon his face turned black again.

Doesn't that mean that your voice is more repulsive than music?

"Son of a bitch!" Wen Yan muttered in a low voice, but this time she didn't bother Lu Ping again. She clearly saw Lu Ping's improvement and progress in a short time. What he did was not as absurd as she thought at first!

Maybe it's really possible... Wen Yan was thinking and suddenly felt a very fierce spirit rush. In a hurry, she drew back behind the window.

PA!!

There was a burst of dust on the windowsill. Wen Yan looked blankly and found that his voice recorder had become a piece of dust.

"What you need to focus on is the process, not the result." In the distance, under a big tree, the drunkard woman took a bottle of wine early in the morning and taught Lu Ping a lesson while drinking.

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