Chapter 61 - 61 Mu Xiaoye

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Mu Xiaoye

Ye An gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

4002, 4003, 4004...

He had an important purpose for everything he did. He didn't check the information last night for nothing.

Ye An didn't think about breaking the record. He wasn't arrogant enough to break someone else's perfect record at the beginning of the fourth realm.

Besides, that "someone else" was the fourth generation of the human king!

If his record could be easily broken, would he still be worthy of the title of the human king?

But it's not that he won't break it. At least he has to wait until his realm is improved.

Ye An had other ideas. He wanted to practice two very important abilities here!

Control the extreme state.

Mobile combat power accumulation.

These two will not bring him an improvement in realm, but will make his combat power soar straight up and enter a higher level.

Especially the mobile combat power accumulation, which is Ye An's trump card!

Power accumulation requires a high degree of concentration on one's own body and mobilizes the fist intention.

In mobile combat, your attention cannot be on yourself, but must be on the enemy!

There is only one way to practice mobile combat power accumulation - develop muscle memory, so that this lazy body can mobilize the fist intention automatically under his command.

The training method is also very simple.

When you can't concentrate, force yourself to accumulate power, keep trying, keep failing, repeat 30,000 times, and you will have a chance to succeed!

As the owner of the dream, he knows very well how difficult this is.

He tried to train his mobile combat power accumulation in dreams.

But he gave up after trying more than a dozen times.

Because when he suffered too much pain and his attention was distracted, the dream dissipated on its own.

This shows that his dream has a limit.

He can't create pain beyond his ability to bear in his dreams.

So his extreme state control and mobile combat power accumulation have been delayed.

Now, the Suzaku Stage is a very good training place.

Ye An was a little nervous.

To practice these two skills, the pain you have to endure is not even enough for your talent.

How difficult is this?

But it's just nervousness, and there's still some excitement.

Come on!

Ye An continued to move forward, letting the high temperature continue to polish his body!

At this moment.

His body was scorching hot, and everything in sight seemed to have been distorted by the high temperature.

The temperature of Suzaku brought him an extremely sour experience, which made his concentration scattered and his brain confused.

He stood on the 4366th step, relaxed and free, in sharp contrast to the sweaty Ye An.

I saw the other person looking down at Ye An and questioned: "Are you the descendant of the Ye family?"

His voice was hoarse and full of violent breath.

"Who are you?" Ye An frowned and raised his head.

"My name is Mu Xiaoye." Mu Xiaoye said disdainfully: "Climbing 4300 steps and climbing into this ugly appearance, dream? So weak."

"Do you have a grudge against me?" Ye An said indifferently.

"No." Mu Xiaoye shook his head and said, "Descendants of Ye Tianwen."

"I look down on every disciple of aristocratic families equally."

"People like you who have been living in luxury since childhood, with a lot of resources, but can't even climb stairs, should all die."

"You are wasting the resources of this world when you are alive."

"I feel sick when I see people like you."

Ye An said expressionlessly, "I have my name, my name is Ye An."

Mu Xiaoye was very angry, his eyes were fierce, and he said, "Descendants of Ye Tianwen."

"I don't care what your name is."

"I have seen many people like you, eating and using family things, living like an emperor since childhood, and crying and shouting that you live in the shadow of your parents when you grow up."

"How ridiculous!"

"If you don't have the family behind you, you are shit!"

"Just a well-reborn family dog."

"Your name is not even worthy of being remembered by me!"

Mu Xiaoye stared at Ye An with a sneer.

But suddenly, his face changed slightly.

Because Ye An was not angry, but laughed mockingly.

Mu Xiaoye's eyes turned cold: "Are you so shameless? You can still laugh after being scolded like this?"

"Because it's really funny." Ye An shrugged and said, "You hate the disciples of aristocratic families so much, just because you are not one."

"Maybe your childhood was miserable."

"Then you were jealous of those disciples of aristocratic families who lived in luxury."

"Later, you gained a high talent, just like a nouveau riche who got a windfall, arrogant and brainless, vowing to prove that those disciples of aristocratic families are garbage, and only grassroots like you are the real kings!"

"But have you ever thought about one thing?"

"The children of aristocratic families are born well, that's called good luck."

"You have the talent you have now, it's also good luck!"

"You are no different from them at all!"

"Do you think you are insulting me? No, you are just insulting yourself."

"Besides, I'm not a child of aristocratic family."

"What harm do you do to me by scolding me so much?"

"On the contrary, it's really funny to see a fool like you introduce yourself."