After Tang San's experiment, feeling the rich layered feeling coming from the tongue, he immediately nodded to Xiao Wu.
"It's delicious."
"Is it really delicious?"
Xiao Wu still had some doubts.
But it does smell good, Tang San couldn't possibly lie to her.
So I just filled a big bowl and then took a piece tentatively.
After chewing it for a while, the pair of round and bright rabbit eyes immediately became lively.
tasty!
Xiao Wu ate with big mouthfuls, and Tang San couldn't wait any longer.
After eating Fang Ling's food for a month, compared with the past, I feel that this is what people should eat.
Going to the cafeteria to eat again just felt bland and tasteless.
It's free and the food is good.
And it was just a transaction, just a protection for the working students, just a matter of waving hands.
Fang Ling quickly served a bowl to everyone.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was three months later.
Fang Ling has successfully reached level five.
In the evening, because of Xiao Wu, he no longer needed to sweep the floor.
This allows you to spend more time practicing your skills.
His idea was confirmed because of the emergence of technical expertise.
The practice of sickle method has been increased to one hour.
He did not realize that the so-called war maniac's skills were half the effort and twice the results.
However, the Lv1 sickle method, which was rated as entry-level by the panel, made him more adept at using the sickle.
Hook, pull, cut, block, push...
The various actions are also very realistic.
I truly and deeply understand the benefits of the sickle method that is recognized by the panel.
No need to worry about hurting yourself anymore.
After the usual one-hour sickle practice every day.
He began to practice his body movements.
The emergence of sickle technique expertise means that body techniques can also form expertise!
The battle objects are all kinds of strange, it is not a turn-based game.
Tang San is a long-range spirit master of the control system. With the help of Ghost Shadow, his figure is graceful and his movements are like a ghost appearing nearby, making it impossible to hit him.
Fang Ling is a close combatant, which requires coordination of body movements and sickle techniques.
The sickle technique is already there, but a good body technique is particularly important.
Because he now had extra money, he wrapped more cotton cloth between the trees where he often practiced.
It's not thick, but at least there's some cushioning so you won't get a nosebleed from an immediate hit.
After getting ready, he began to move among the trees.
The steps seem casual, but they actually contain mysteries.
If you ask Fang Ling what the secret is, he doesn't know either.
Every turn and every jump was performed with incredible precision.
Fang Ling learned the length of his steps and the adjustment of his body posture after bumping into trees hundreds of times and falling dozens of times.
Countless failures made him remember clearly every tree root protruding from the ground in this area, every stone that was too slippery to step on, and where the soil was hard and where it was soft.
Fortunately, the protection was thorough and there was no danger of serious injury.
There are no serious injuries, but there are constant minor injuries.
Because of this, he was almost blacklisted by the healing soul masters in the academy before he could cultivate to this level today.
As he practiced more, his movements became faster and faster.
The figure became blurred in the dim light of the sky.
Sometimes it is like an eagle flying in the sky, sometimes it is like a fish swimming in the shallows.
Every landing is silent, and every take-off is light and graceful.
Unfortunately, this is just his fantasy of the future.
This movement, which had not yet been basically formed, only made his body more flexible than before.
I haven't even developed any expertise yet.
Being as light as a swallow was wonderful, but he couldn't do it yet. Fang Ling stopped only when his legs started to feel weak.
He brought a kettle.
I took a sip, took a short break, rubbed my legs which were already starting to sore, lowered the intensity of my training, and started again.
At this moment, the sound of light footsteps stepping on dead branches and leaves rang out in the quiet forest.
Fang Ling was still training his body movements and breathing heavily, so he didn't notice it.
When he felt something was wrong and came to his senses, he saw a familiar figure.
"Tang San?"
He smiled and waved his hand.
Tang San nodded slightly.
Fang Ling just felt strange.
At this time, he should be fighting with Xiao Wu.
Or maybe he had just returned from Yu Xiaogang and had started practicing meditation.
How did you get to this corner? You didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
It's a bit scary.
How could I have the means to die?
"Sit down, don't talk while standing." Fang Ling wiped a stone with his sleeve, trying to make it look cleaner.
Seeing the already dirty stone being evenly smeared with dirty, smelly mud, Tang San's mouth twitched slightly.
He finally understood why Fang Ling bought so many sturdy linen clothes.
"No, I was just passing by. I heard some noise in the woods and came in to take a look. I didn't expect you to be practicing something."
"Seeing that you and Xiao Wu are both very flexible, I want to practice too."
"Tang San, you saw it just now, how did you feel?" Fang Ling asked happily.
Tang San glanced at the smelly mud covering his entire body, as well as the tree trunks wrapped in quilts around him.
I know he is practicing some kind of physical training.
He watched the whole process, which was as clumsy as a monkey dancing, and could only be said to be not even a fraction as good as Ghost.
Instead of attacking Fang Ling, Tang San said against his will: "Well... it looks good."
In fact, I really dislike it. His sloppy appearance is really not commendable.
It's outrageous enough for a cripple to want to become a combat spirit master, but he also wants to practice body skills?
It's a thankless task!
With this cooking skill, he can become an excellent chef in the future.
But with only the first-level innate spirit power, why bother to fight to the death on the road to becoming a spirit master?
Tang San looked at Fang Ling with a bit of pity in his eyes.
He had asked the master a long time ago.
People like Fang Ling, who have innate first-level soul power and no profound background, practice the basic meditation method commonly used on the continent and have extremely limited talent.
At most, he could only be promoted to Grand Soul Master.
It takes a great opportunity to break through to the Soul Master level.
The sickle martial spirit is too ordinary and is not suitable for combat.
The master told him that a temporary fast practice means nothing.
It has been recorded in the past that this can easily leave indelible injuries to the body's meridians.
"What's the matter?" Fang Ling waved at Tang San.
Tang San thought of Xiao Wu who was still waiting for him, smiled, and said casually: "It's okay, remember to come back early, the teacher will come to check in the evening."
"Remember to take a shower before you come back. You smell so good, tsk~"
Tang San covered his nose.
"Don't worry, I know, I will definitely wash it clean before going back."
Fang Ling watched Tang San walk away.
Watching him jump away from here easily without any dirt on his body, he seemed to be thinking about something.
Simulate it in your mind for a moment and start trying to imitate it.
He fell hard a few times at first, but soon he found the door.
Her posture became more and more agile, and gradually she looked somewhat graceful.
With the last flash of inspiration in his mind, Fang Ling tapped his toes and took a step forward, then stepped on a slippery tree root and landed steadily.
He picked up a leaf and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
Fang Ling naturally discovered that the panel in his eyes had changed again.
Because he was extremely familiar with the panel, he discovered the extra things in an instant.
Another item has been added to the expertise column.
Body Movement Lv1 (Skills expertise, entry-level body movement, a movement technique created by a newcomer with no basics after countless failures, can be used for short-distance or multi-obstacle fast movement.)
(End of this chapter)