Chapter 125 Thirty-six Cuts
"Yes, this is an illusion."
"In the illusion, except yourself, everything else is false."
Huo Wu, Feng Ying, Feng Yue, and the other three teammates are all fake.
Self-created soul skills are lifelike and indistinguishable from reality, but in fact they are all fake.
Everything is an illusion.
Feng Xiaotian stretched out his finger and touched the void: "But... isn't this too real?"
"Ha!" Han Tao smiled slightly.
Constructing reality and simulating the future is itself the power of illusion.
Just because others can't use Illusion doesn't mean you can't use it either.
Han Tao felt guilty inside.
He used the illusion to secretly learn Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skills.
So he decided to give Feng Xiaotian some guidance:
"You can refer to what I'm going to tell you next, but you don't need to take it too seriously."
Every researcher has his or her own independent research ideas, and others do not understand and cannot involve others in their personal research system, let alone give random guidance.
Han Tao's words were slightly modest.
I am not qualified to guide him in the direction. I said these words just to pay off my guilt.
"Feng Xiaotian, you are a researcher, and your research direction is the development of soul skills."
Feng Xiaotian nodded to express his approval.
"The researcher's will is usually not affected by external objects, but"
"Oh?" Feng Xiaotian was surprised.
He liked to hear this.
Because when he created his own soul skills, people around him always pointed at him, and even said something about the fall of genius.
Han Tao continued: "Different stages of a soul master have completely different observations and perceptions of the world and soul power."
"High-level soul masters have a deeper understanding of the nature of things. It makes sense to develop soul skills from a high position."
He immediately interrupted: "No!"
"You are not a member of the Caihun Sect now. Aren't you also involved in a lot of theoretical research?"
Feng Xiaotian was telling the truth, and Han Tao was the most classic counterexample.
"Yes!" Han Tao smiled miserably.
Sighing, he added: "I'm no better than you. My innate soul power is only level one, and my martial soul is the blue silver grass of the useless martial soul."
"If I don't study theory, I will never be able to break through level 19 in my life, but what about you?"
He looked at Feng Xiaotian up and down, half-smiling but not smiling:
"It's a start that can be called the chosen one. Innately full of soul power, mutated martial soul, two-headed wind demon wolf, even if you follow the steps, you still have a chance to become a titled Douluo!"
Feng Xiaotian murmured in disbelief: "Lan Yincao?"
"Your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass? Is your innate soul power only at level one?"
"But... no, this is impossible!"
Feng Xiaotian was only shocked by the mystery of Han Tao's methods, but never understood his life.
When he learned that Han Tao's martial spirit was just the Queen of Blue Silver Grass.
Feng Xiaotian's expression became solemn.
Returning to the innate world in the future and achieving such an achievement, isn't this as awesome as Yu Xiaogang?
Feng Xiaotian's dog-licking skills are extremely profound, and he flattered him:
“It was an honor to speak with such a great soul.”
Replacing "great" with "beautiful" was his compliment to Fire Dance.
Han Tao ignored it and continued: "At this stage, soul power cultivation is the most important. You can wait until you break through the Titled Douluo before creating your own soul skills."
He hesitated for a while, but waved his hand and refused: "No!"
"I just want to conduct theoretical research and create my own soul skills."
"Teachers, family members, and classmates can't persuade me. You will not be an exception."
Han Tao was not the first to persuade him, and presumably he would not be the last.
"Besides, you just said that the researcher's will should not be affected by external objects!"
"Researcher. I like this term!"
Feng Xiaotian's face showed a joyful smile.
Han Tao sighed helplessly, he couldn't wake up a person who was pretending to sleep.
"Then you should study the basic theory!"
Feng Xiaotian was confused: "Basic theory?"
The foundation is the most boring, but it is the most important. It is the foundation on which tall buildings are built.
Han Tao took out the textbook "Physique, Strength, and Muscle Exhibition" from the package and handed it to Feng Xiaotian.
"Don't be obsessed with powerful soul skills!"
"The foundation is the premise that determines the upper limit."
There are two aspects to the foundation. One represents the theoretical foundation, which is the foundation of all theories.
As for strength soul skills, this book "Physique, Strength, and Muscle Exhibition" can be called a guide book.
Soul power characteristics, soul power frequency, and soul power microstructure are all derived from the original "Soul Power Basics".
The second one represents the soul master level.
This is the premise that determines its own strength.
Feng Xiaotian took the book: "Thank you!"
When he saw the name on the book clearly, Han Tao dispersed the illusion.
The books in the fantasy world also disappeared.
Han Tao is not someone who is taken advantage of.
Books on Douluo Continent are relatively expensive. This book is worth 500 gold soul coins.
For 500 gold soul coins, you can buy a Millennium Bluesilver Grass from Tang Hao.
If Feng Xiaotian needs it, he can buy it with his own money.
Because only if you buy it with your own money, you will pay special attention to it.
"This is."
On the soul-fighting stage, he was the only one left in Kamikaze Academy.
In the two scenes inside the fantasy world and outside the fantasy world, dialogue, combat, and decision-making are carried out simultaneously.
This is the charm of distraction control. The upper limit depends entirely on the individual's secret method.
While Han Tao was talking to Feng Xiaotian, he was also fighting with other members of the Divine Wind Academy.
The green phosphorus toxin exerted its unique power. The other members who lost their martial soul fusion skills were vulnerable to Han Tao and Ning Rongrong.
Divine Wind Academy, defeated!
"Waste, what a waste!"
Yu Xiaogang jumped up in the audience in frustration.
His eyes were always fixed on the elders' token on Han Tao's waist. This was clearly his own thing!
Tang San noticed the master's emotions and wanted to share his burden. He took the initiative to say: "Teacher, do you need me to steal it for you?"
The Tang Sect is good at hidden weapons, so stealing is naturally a piece of cake.
The master hurriedly shook his head and refused: "No, no!"
He was afraid!
The last time Tang San took action, it indirectly led to the token being taken away by Bibi Dong, making him look very embarrassed.
Thinking of this, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.
The referee stepped forward and announced the victory of the "Seven Treasures Team".
Han Tao was in a very happy mood.
The harvest in this game was not simple.
"The 36 Slashes of the Wind Wolf, even if there are too many problems, cannot cover up its glory."
Han Tao bought two fine iron long swords from the blacksmith shop in Wuhun City, worth 2,000 gold soul coins.
Finding an open place, Han Tao began to try.
Used by himself: "36 consecutive slashes!"
The source of power comes from the ground, transmitted from the thigh to the waist, and swings along the arm span.
"This is the first one!"
"The chaotic cloak hammer method will collide with the enemy at this time, using the return force to strengthen the next attack."
Han Tao's eyes are calm and thinking.
"What if there is no collision with the enemy?"
