Super Tiandao Academy

Martial arts shackles
Huang Xiaolong begged Ye Mao to refine a small pile of black materials, and left with the materials satisfied.

He went home to refine treasures, saying that he wanted to further improve his refining skills and make a fortune with Ye Mao.

Ye Mao thought in his heart that since black materials can be refined by using Baotang technique, it is bound to be able to refine new materials with higher quality.

It’s just that he is still in the learning stage, and he still can’t handle things like modifying and creating soup recipes. Now he has to accumulate it, and when he has accumulated enough, he will try to create higher-quality soup recipes based on black materials in the future. New Materials.

Another month passed quietly.

It has been almost half a year since Ye Mao came to Yunshui Treasure Pavilion, and the third mustard stone he drove into the blood vortex was only slightly fused.

Originally, in another seven or eight days, he would be able to open up the Martial House and formally advance to the Martial House Realm.

But what made Ye Mao depressed happened, a chain of thin willow branches appeared around his martial mansion that was about to be formed, and this chain was wrapped around the unformed martial mansion, causing the mustard stone to stop merging.

And this chain is what people often call the martial shackles!

Ye Mao is a half-step gold-scale talent. If he wants to advance to the martial arts realm, he will naturally encounter martial arts shackles. This martial arts shackle is relatively thin and relatively easy to break.

If he was a top-grade mortal talent, then the martial shackles in his body would be seven or eight times thicker than they are now, and they would be entwined tightly on the blood vortex. I'm afraid he couldn't even fuse the first mustard stone.

With Ye Mao's background and strength, he mobilized his whole body's true strength to attack the martial shackle, but it only caused some cracks in it, and finally used his soul power to break the martial shackle.

But what happened to Ye Mao was extremely frustrating. After he broke the shackles of martial arts, less than five breaths later, the broken thing started to recover automatically.

Ye Mao finally understood now, why so many people looked desperate when they brought up the martial shackles, this thing is so wicked.

Since it's all broken, it's better for you to just disappear, and why not play self-recovery.

If what he encounters is not this kind of small martial arts shackle, but that kind of large martial arts shackle, it is estimated that no matter how deep his background is, it may be difficult to tear it apart.

"I want to retreat, and during the retreat, everyone must not disturb me!"

Ye Mao refined nine pots of Huanfu soup to restore his true strength, gave the Hongyu Diao an order, and then turned and entered the quiet room.

He sat down cross-legged in the quiet room, mobilized all his strength, broke the shackles of martial arts, operated the Great Xiu Luo Jue, and fully fused the remaining mustard stones.

Whenever the martial arts shackles were about to recover on their own, he would break them to ensure that the mustard stones were always fused.

"Nimma, I'll let you recover, break it for me!"

"It can still be restored, you can try to restore it for me again."

"You're very courageous, let's see if I don't kill you."

……

The next morning, the gray-robed woman came to the next door when she couldn't wait for breakfast.

She heard Ye Mao's angry scolding voices from the quiet room, knowing what he was doing, she couldn't help but sighed, didn't interrupt him, and left silently.

The gray-robed woman painstakingly developed a method to improve her aptitude because she knew very well what aptitude meant to a person.

Even if Ye Mao is a half-step gold-scale talent, even if he has a [-]% chance of becoming a martial arts monk, the gray-robed woman knows very well that Ye Mao will not succeed in breaking through within a few years.

Although what Ye Mao is facing now is only a small martial shackle, but no matter what kind of martial shackle, it can only be worn away by time and perseverance.

If the time is not enough and the effort is not enough, it is impossible to break through successfully.

For a cultivator, the greatest tragedy is that one cannot improve one's cultivation despite exhausting all methods.

Facing the shackles of martial arts, some people are helpless, some are decadent, some are desperate, and some commit suicide.

Those who can break it and go further are too few.

That amount is discouragingly small!
In Ye Mao, she saw the passion of struggle, the freshness of youth, and the ambition of youth, all of which are so beautiful.

It's a pity that they will all be destroyed and disappear in front of that little shackle in the end, and she can only watch and can't do anything, just like before, watching the person she loves step by step towards death.

The gray-robed woman returned to the house, lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and wanted to fall asleep, forget everything, and sink into the most primitive dream of human beings.

But she couldn't sleep no matter what, she couldn't help but pay attention to Ye Mao, watching him in the quiet room, fighting back and forth with the martial arts shackles, one day, two days...

A week has passed, but he is still insisting.

From the perspective of the gray-robed woman, this situation is extremely dangerous, because the longer you persist, the greater the blow you will suffer after failure.

There were many people who couldn't accept this cruel reality and committed suicide directly.

"I have to stop him..." The gray-robed woman suddenly got up, but when she reached the door, she hesitated, "Even if I stop him today, he will face this cruel reality one day, and the end has long been over." Doomed."

She lowered her head and walked into the house with a full face of loneliness. At this moment, she suddenly remembered the young man standing at the door of her house with a naked upper body and a cane on his back.

"Senior, I want to untie your knot beyond my control..."

Even though he knew he was lying, even though he just didn't want to be beaten, he was still moved.

The knot in her heart was indeed slowly untied in front of that pot of drunken soup.

The gray-robed woman turned around abruptly, and with a movement, she turned into an afterimage and appeared at the door of the quiet room, knocking on the door of the quiet room vigorously with "dong dong...".

"What are you doing?" Ye Mao opened the door, revealing a tired face.

"Follow me!" The gray-robed woman grabbed Ye Mao's arm and led Ye Mao to fly up to the back peak of Xialin Peak. The terrain here is extremely high, and you can see the surrounding scenery clearly, which is very suitable for enjoying the scenery.

There is also a tomb here, the tombstone looks quite old, some years old.

"We've known each other for so long, you still don't know my name, my name is Liu..."

Ye Mao yawned and said, "I know this, your name is Liu Xiangjun."

"How do you know?" The gray-robed woman frowned.

"When I was cleaning your room that night, I saw a small notebook, which seemed to be a diary written by you." Seeing the cold light in the gray robed woman's eyes, Ye Mao quickly apologized and said with a smile: "I have a righteous heart, I am upright, Frank. I assure you, I am definitely not a curious person, peeking at your diary is purely to help you resolve your knots."

Liu Xiangjun wanted to beat this bastard at first, but when he thought that this kid just failed to attack the Wufu Realm, he must feel very uncomfortable, so he graciously didn't bother with him.

"Then you know everything about me?" Liu Xiangjun said.

Ye Mao thought he would be beaten, but seeing that Liu Xiangjun was not angry, he felt relieved and nodded.

(End of this chapter)