Supreme Tianyin

Chapter 4 Strength Recovery
Six feet three inches, equivalent to 210 centimeters, much taller than Fang Litian, who is 170 centimeters tall, the spear is the king of all soldiers, Fang Litian's weapon of choice when he became a warrior was the spear.

In his previous life, Fang Litian also liked weapons like guns. The so-called moonsticks, year swords, and long-trained guns mean that guns are one of the most difficult weapons to master.

Holding the gun barrel made of black iron wood with one hand, a long-lost feeling of sibling connection arises spontaneously.

Fang Litian smiled slightly, pulled out the black iron gun, and the white gun cherry swayed slightly, "I have neglected you for three years, now we can fight side by side again." As he spoke, his face straightened, and he stabbed forward with both guns in his hands, a little cold Appeared in the air.

When he came to the small courtyard, the sound of insects could be heard endlessly, with the black iron spear standing beside him, Fang Litian exhaled a few deep mouthfuls of stale air, and then his whole posture changed, and his body moved in vain.

Collapsing, pulling, pressing, covering, picking, and stabbing are the six most basic ways of using a gun. No matter how complicated a martial skill is, these six movements cannot be escaped. Fang Litian practiced these six most basic movements in his previous life. For five full years, I have practiced thousands of times every day, which can be said to be perfect.

'Crash', the gun barrel trembled violently in the air, the sound of buzzing lingered, and a mosquito was shocked to death on the spot.

'Pick', the gun barrel draws a beautiful arc in the air, which can push away all obstacles.

'Press', let the Buddha open up the world, pour all the strength into the whole body, and hit the ground hard.

'Cover', the only defensive action among the six actions, Fang Litian held guns in both hands and stood horizontally in front of his chest, letting the breeze blow on his face, I stood still.

'Pick', lightly pick the tip of the gun, 'stab', the gun comes out like a dragon, and the cold light suddenly appears.

Fang Litian tirelessly repeated one movement after another. In the eyes of other warriors, this is a waste of time, because even a low-rank martial skill is several times more powerful than these simple movements. These basic moves, As long as you are proficient, you don't need to spend too much time practicing.

But only Fang Litian knows that as long as he has mastered the most basic moves, he will learn any martial arts much faster in the future, and tall buildings rise from the ground. This sentence is not aimless.

Having not practiced for a long time, Fang Litian was still a little unfamiliar at first, but after an hour, Fang Litian had regained his original feeling.

With a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, the black iron gun was like a giant dragon lurking in the dark night, suddenly showing its sharp fangs and stabbing forward. Fang Litian held the gun with one hand, and the two-meter-long black iron gun pointed forward. The body did not tremble at all, and a moth hung from the very thin spear point.

"It's a pity that the body is too weak, otherwise this thorn could have been done more perfectly." Shaking his head, Fang Litian began to practice again.

Days always passed quickly when he was practicing, and more than [-] days passed in a blink of an eye. Fang Litian practiced Qi during the day and practiced the spear at night. His life was very fulfilling.

During this period, Qinglan did not appear again, leaving only a figure that Fang Litian missed, and his parents did not appear, but according to Fang Litian's estimation, his parents would come to see him within a few days.

In addition, Fang Hai and Fang Luo would come over every day to observe secretly. At first, they dared not step into Fang Litian's yard. Later, Qing Lan did not show up, so the two had to enter the small courtyard. When she was young, she was already lying on the bed and pretending to be asleep, otherwise it would be a big trouble to be found out.

For more than [-] days, Fang Litian observed the situation of the two seals in his mind every night. There was already a gap the size of a soybean missing in the gold seal. According to the speed of swallowing, he wanted to completely absorb the fist-sized gold seal. , it will take at least one year.As long as Fang Litian can find the second seal within this year, he will still not be suppressed by heaven and earth again.

In fifteen days, Fang Litian has recovered to the fourth level of the cyclone, but it is still a long way from breaking through the fifth level of the cyclone. According to his calculation, it will take at least three months to successfully break through the fifth level of the cyclone. The result of insisting on running 21 Sundays, if only running [-] Sundays a day, the time may be delayed by half a month.

But there is also good news, that is, the strength of the physical body has returned to its original level with the nourishment of vitality every day, but there is still a slight gap between the physical strength of the usual 15-year-old warrior.

Having wasted three years of golden training period, Fang Litian's cultivation was indeed a bit behind his peers.

But when it comes to the level of comprehension in using spears, I believe that even those warriors who have been immersed in marksmanship for more than ten years may not be able to compare with him.

"When my parents come back, I should tell them the truth, so that they don't waste time running around for me all day, and they should also practice martial arts now, after all, martial arts can bring out the strongest strength of a warrior." Out, Fang Litian retracted his gun and wiped the sweat off his face.

After returning to the room to wash, and then eating some food stolen from the kitchen, Fang Litian lay on the bed and waited for Fang Hai and the two to come over before preparing to start practicing.

The sound of two footsteps came slowly from far away, and Fang Litian, who had his eyes closed, frowned.

"It's not Fang Hai and the others, who will come at this time? Could it be..." Fang Litian secretly guessed, thinking of a possibility.

"Tian'er, we came to see you, please see what we brought you." The door was pushed open, and a woman's voice sounded.

Fang Litian looked towards the door, a middle-aged man and a beautiful woman looked at him eagerly, the two were dusty, and the beautiful woman held a box made of jade in her hand.

"Father, mother!" Fang Litian was moved in his heart. Ever since he was paralyzed, his parents seldom managed the Fang family's affairs. They had been looking for doctors and elixir for him, and they would visit him as soon as they came back.

The Fang family was already very dissatisfied with this, several uncles had proposed to change the head of the family, Fang Kunshan and Yang Yueru ignored this, in their hearts, only Fang Litian was the most important.

In the previous life, Fang Litian was an orphan. In this life, Fang Litian feels very lucky to have parents who love him so much.

Yang Yueru took a few steps forward, put the box beside her, and looked at herself lovingly, with tears in her eyes, while Fang Kunshan glanced around the room and found some dust on some corners, and asked, "Where is Qinglan going?" Where is it?"

Yang Yueru, who cared about her son, realized that she didn't see Qinglan, "Did I wash your clothes for you? Have you eaten yet?"

Fang Litian shook his head and smiled lightly, "Mother, Qinglan has left." As he spoke, he straightened up under the incredulous gaze of the two.

Fang Litian didn't continue talking, but looked at the two of them with a smile. Yang Yueru covered her mouth, leaving hot tears in her eyes. Fang Kunshan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed, the laughter was full of joy and relief, but in Fang Litian's eyes , he clearly saw tears flickering in the corner of Fang Kunshan's eyes.

"Good! Good! Good!" After shouting three times in a row, Fang Kunshan patted Fang Litian's shoulder vigorously.

Fang Kunshan is a martial artist in the Yuan Gathering Realm, and he has almost no opponents in Gangshi Town. Although he has absorbed most of his strength, it is still not something Fang Litian can bear.

Seeing Fang Litian grinning but not avoiding it, Yang Yueru quickly pulled Fang Kunshan away and said angrily: "What are you doing, the sky is just right, what are you doing so hard!"

"Haha." Fang Kunshan finally came to his senses, he didn't care about his wife's complaints, and smiled awkwardly, "I'm so happy."

Yang Yueru glanced at Fang Kunshan, pulled Fang Litian to sit down, and began to ask questions about his health and wellbeing.

Fang Litian had prepared a set of explanations long ago, and at the same time explained Qinglan's affairs. The general meaning was that an expert came to Fang's house and found Qinglan's talent was good, and wanted to take Qinglan as his apprentice, but Qinglan When he was leaving, he asked that expert to help cure Fang Litian. In order to prevent Qinglan from worrying, the expert took action to cure Fang Litian.

This statement is completely made up, but such things have not happened before. In the Yuanling Continent, there are often allusions about ordinary people with extraordinary talents who are discovered by passing masters and accepted as disciples.

So Fang Kunshan and the two believed Fang Litian's words, "This expert is at least a warrior in the alchemy realm. I wanted to ask a senior in the alchemy realm to help you heal, but with my strength, it was really difficult to get it. Thinking that the little girl I bought on the black market three years ago saved my son's life, it's really unpredictable." Fang Kunshan sighed.

"Tian'er, if you still meet Qinglan in the future, you must thank others well." Yang Yueru instructed.

Fang Litian nodded, and said in his heart: "Although I don't know how the golden seal appeared, I must know that my recovery is related to you, Qinglan, I will come to you."

"Did anyone else know after you recovered?" Fang Kunshan straightened his face and said in a deep voice.

Fang Litian knew what his father meant, "No, I was very careful. I stole the food when there was no one in the kitchen. I only practiced in my room during the day and never went out."

After hesitating for a moment, he continued: "Father, I want to tell you something."

"Say."

"Actually, I was assassinated three years ago." Fang Litian said slowly.

Fang Kunshan's expression changed, and Yang Yueru wanted to speak, but Fang Kunshan raised his hand to stop him, his face livid, "At that time, Fang Lizhi was the first to find out that you were paralyzed, and I thought something was wrong, but you didn't say anything, so I can't ask, now you Say it yourself, what do you think?"

"I didn't intend to get involved in the position of Patriarch, but Fang Lizhi assassinated me and made me paralyzed for three years. If I don't take revenge, I swear not to be a human being." Being suppressed by heaven and earth was not caused by Fang Litian, but Fang Lizhi really killed Fang Litian. Without his soul time travel, where would this scene be.

"But your current strength." Yang Yueru interrupted, with a worried expression on her face.

"What state has it reached now?" Fang Kunshan said.

"Cyclone level four, only restored to the original cultivation level." Speaking of strength, Fang Litian also sighed a little. If he hadn't been paralyzed for three years, he believed that he would have at least the strength of cyclone level nine level, but now he is three years less than others after all. Golden cultivation period.

Fang Kunshan's face became a little heavy, and he said for a long time: "In that case, I will pass on my exercises to you."

(End of this chapter)