Wuqi looked at the various weapons and magic elements floating around him in surprise. When he reached out and touched them, a brighter light appeared on them. A long list of words suddenly flashed in Wuqi's mind. These words were the cultivation techniques contained in these weapons and various magic elements.

At first, he was very interested in spears, armor and these six magic elements he had never seen before, but not long after, the smile on Wuqi's mouth faded. Because when he read the cultivation techniques contained in his mind again and again, he had no choice but to find that although there were enough cultivation techniques here, he was not advanced. Including swordsmanship, magic and heavy weapon cultivation techniques, every weapon and every group of light floating around him only included cultivation techniques below the master level. The cultivation methods at the holy realm level were completely unavailable, let alone the magic level.

Wuqi sighed a little depressedly: "Although there are many techniques here, they are too complicated. It is definitely not suitable for me to practice. If I want to practice with the powerful people in the Holy Realm as the goal, and if I don't concentrate on practicing a set of techniques, I only seek a lot of techniques but not the excellence, it is impossible to become a powerful person in the Holy Realm."

His words were just an unconscious sigh, but what Wuqi didn't expect was that as soon as he said this, an angry shout suddenly sounded in his ear. It was a strong and powerful baritone: "Nonsense! If you don't practice, how can you know that you can't step into the holy realm? Not to mention the holy realm, if you can truly integrate the strengths of the hundreds of schools, the difficulty of practicing at the beginning is much greater than that of a single skill practitioner. But once you successfully enter the holy realm, you can become the king of the holy realm powers, and if you reach the god level, you will definitely be the master of the gods."

Wuqi was suddenly shocked. He quickly took two steps back and looked around. His eyes were empty and there was no sign at all. He immediately said nervously: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you are the owner of the Ancient Scrolls." It's strange that the voice was very angry at first, but after hearing Wuqi's question, the tone of answering was quite respectful.

What a smart person Wuqi is. As soon as he heard the subtle change in his tone in his voice, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the other party would never harm him, so he continued to ask, "Since you know who I am, I will order you to appear quickly now."

This time, Wuqi's question was not answered, but after being silent for more than ten minutes, the previous voice sounded again in his ear. But this time, the voice was obviously very depressed, and he sighed a long time and replied quietly: "I can't show up."

"Why? Are you not the memory of God?" When Wuqi heard this voice, he suddenly remembered the appearance of the old immortal in the sword path between the sword path, so he asked without hesitation.

"Yes. But I don't have human physical memory. If the master insists on me showing up, I can only change into the master's appearance before you. Because you are the first person to enter the balance."

"Balance between? What does it mean?" Wuqi asked in confusion.

"The balance is here. The balance is a different dimension space where the balance technique is stored. The balance technique means a set of cultivation methods that perfectly combine swordsmanship, bow technique, spells, heavy weapons techniques, fighting technique, animal taming technique and riding techniques among all practitioners' skills, and practice at the same time and balance the progress of these skills in their bodies."

"There is also such a martial art? Then isn't this difficulty several times greater than that of others?" Wuqi asked suspiciously.

"Yes. The difficulty is not several times greater than that of practitioners who practice only, but also ten times higher. Moreover, at the beginning of the practice, before entering the holy realm, practitioners who practice balance art will be much weaker than those who practice one skill at the same level. Because before entering the holy realm, those who practice balance art do not have their own tricks and cannot create their own tricks. They can only rely entirely on the original stunts in these types of exercises in their bodies for systematic use, but once they enter the holy realm, then

There will be a qualitative leap in strength. Because those who practice balance skills can completely imitate their opponent's tricks from the beginning of entering the holy realm, and as long as this practitioner has seen the opponent's tricks once, he will be able to learn them immediately. This is the power of practicing balance skills. After reaching the god level, you don't need to watch them at all, and you can immediately comprehend all the tricks in these cultivation techniques in your body. Compared to those who also step into the god level but only know one god level trick, they are more than one or two levels stronger than others."

This time, the voice was spoken very slowly and his tone was very calm, but Wuqi could hear it from the other party's word-by-word narration that the other party seemed very excited, and from time to time he could feel the voice full of endless pride. Wuqi was also excited by the other party's narration, and was very excited. He thought to himself: Since this balance technique is so powerful, if I succeed in practicing, wouldn't it be a hundred times better than anyone? No, it is very likely to be a thousand times or ten thousand times stronger.

"Then how long can you let me practice this technique?" Wuqi's eyes ejaculated with excited golden light, and he asked excitedly.

"It's not long. It's only five thousand years."

"Five thousand years?" Wuqi was stunned. Not to mention five thousand years, he could not even live for five hundred years, and fifty years felt too long. If five years had passed, Wuqi knew very well in his heart that if he could cultivate into a Sacred Domain powerhouse that was stronger than his master within five years, wouldn't a Sacred Domain powerhouse appear in one or two years? This is obviously impossible. There are only a few Sacred Domain powerhouses in Lanfa Continent today, and all he knew was the Sword Saint Abel and the Fighting Saint Ugins. Apart from him, he had never heard of anyone else being a Sacred Domain powerhouse.

When he thought of this, Wuqi suddenly felt that his thoughts were naive and ridiculous. But he really wanted to practice sincerely. Five thousand years was indeed unrealistic for him. So he hesitated for a while and asked in a low voice: "Then how long can your balance technique be practiced to reach the peak of a primary cultivator, and how long can it take for me to break through the bottleneck and step into the threshold of an intermediate cultivator?"

"Half a month. No, if the master practices hard, it only takes three days to reach the peak of a primary cultivator. One week can allow the master to break through the bottleneck and improve his realm and enter the intermediate cultivator. The technique of balance also has a nickname, Soldier."

"Okay! Then I'll practice it!" In just one week, Wuqi was very satisfied with this answer. He nodded quickly and replied with satisfaction.

Although the pages of balance and kendo belong to the book are different, the method of entry is completely the same. Of course, Wuqi's body naturally still sat in his tree house intact. What he really entered the pages was his consciousness. A week later, Wuqi came out of balance with a depressed mood. After his body trembled slightly, his empty eyes suddenly regained his spirit, but his eyes were not bright, but very dim. At first glance, he looked extremely haggard and weak. His whole body seemed to be covered by a layer of death aura, which made people feel like they crawled out of the pile of dead people.

"Why! Why! Why!!!" After asking three whys, Wuqi punched the wall of the tree house heavily, and his emotions slowly calmed down. However, because of his excessive punch, his finger bones broke with a crisp "click" sound under the punch just now. If it were normal, Wuqi would have screamed because of the sudden stinging pain, but today he did not make a sound, and he did not even frown his eyebrows.

How could it not hurt if the broken finger bone of the middle finger is broken? But he was completely used to it. The week he just spent was the most painful period from his birth to now. Not only did his body bump and bump in practice every day, but he also suffered unprecedented mental torture. But after just one day, he almost gave up because he couldn't stand this torture that he had never imagined. But in the end he persisted. In order to practice, to improve his own strength, and to be completely reborn, he was no longer a useless person. Even though this week made him feel like he was living like a year every day, he still endured it all the way.

But things went against my wishes. After a whole week of hard training, there was almost no place in his body without scars. There were more than a dozen places where his arms were burned and frostbite, and there were more than twenty places where the sword was cut and pierced. There were countless bruises from heavy weapons. In short, after the training week, Wuqi's appearance was very different from before the practice. At first glance, Wuqi, who was a week ago, was like a young master in a rich man's family, was white and clean. But now Wu

Qi, but his clothes were torn, his hair was messy, his whole body was messy, and his skin was as dark as if he had just applied ink. He looked like a little beggar who had been begging for many years, looking extremely embarrassed. But if he succeeded in the week of torture, it would be fine, and Wuqi felt that the price was worth it. Unfortunately, he failed in the end. Not only did he not improve his strength at all, but he even showed a trace of regression. This is where Wuqi really felt pain in his heart.
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