Chapter 590

  Every time after training, Chu Qianyang feels that he is tired and has become a dead dog.

  Never mind other things, the most important thing is that the big devil won’t let him sleep!

  This is absolutely unbearable!

  Chu Qianyang didn't get enough sleep every day, so that when he was too sleepy, the training could pass, and the result...not to mention the result.

  If it were not for Tong Lintian to watch outside, he would have to maintain his tall and mighty image. Chu Qianyang really wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, and then he didn't care about anything.

  But maybe he is very talented, and every time he sleeps, he is another hero. He feels proud that he can lift ten mechas, and he is not a little tired.

  No way, who made him the man destined to be the protagonist...

  Chu Qianyang ate breakfast quickly. He must admit that the Feng Family’s food is really good. Although it was a little bit worse as he did, it was enough.

   And since he drove the mech, his appetite has doubled. He used to eat half a pot, but now he can eat two barrels.

Although the travel time has not yet been determined, Chu Qianyang also knows that it is only a few days ago. Although the training is tired, he adapts quickly. The hardships of Feng Daddy can't help him. Of course, he is more important. Has been able to control the new mecha without hindrance.

  Hurrying to the training room before the prescribed time, Chu Qianyang didn't see Father Feng at a glance, and couldn't help but drop his heart, and walked in on his own.

  Chu Qianyang didn't hate mechas, or that this kind of feeling that can be done every second, many people like it, but the big devil keeps his face cold every day, looking a little scary.

  As soon as he watched climbing on the mecha, he saw a pretty figure standing outside the training room, and immediately poked his head out: "Should Brother Qianyang take you to play?"

  The wind glanced at him for a long time, but did not refuse.

  The co-pilot of the new mecha is different from the conventional mecha, and Feng Dad made some modifications later.

  After all, the former mecha division has higher requirements for mental concentration, and is very taboo to be disturbed, especially if there is a person with insufficient trust around him.

  On the battlefield, under special circumstances, most of the rescued people will be placed in the passenger seat. Forget it before, but they can’t ignore it when they are placed on the new mecha.

  So in the modified cockpit, the driving position is basically separated from the co-pilot, and the barrier can be removed if the mecha division is willing.

  Chu Qianyang certainly doesn't pay attention to Feng Jiu so much. After seeing him come up, he said happily: "Sit down!"

  "……"

  The wind wanted to go on for a long time, but in the end it didn't move.

  There was an additional small audience, and Chu Qianyang was as if he had been beaten up with blood, wishing to break through the roof and drove the mecha out for two laps.

  Feng Jiu watched him skillfully manipulate the mecha. Even if it was thought control, some very subtle points were also well grasped. I want to know that the training arranged by Feng Dad these days has achieved results.

  Moreover, he can still talk to Fengjiu while driving the mech, without a trace of embarrassment.

   "There are many alien races in the universe." Feng Jiu said suddenly: "The ancient people are weak in physical conditions, so they need to rely on mechas to increase their combat power."

Chu Qianyang glanced at her inexplicably and flattered. I don’t know why she said this, but Feng Jiu rarely said so much to him. The young man immediately cheered up and said, "Yes, yes, yes. That's right!"

  The wind was silent for a long time, and suddenly there was an urge to say nothing.

Chu Qianyang didn't realize it, and followed her topic: "Hey, I have never seen a foreign race, but I have never heard of anyone weaker than the Wangu people. I didn't expect that we would become a vulnerable group one day. "

  But who makes them smart, can research out mechas!

  Those strong aliens have better physical fitness than them, but they are not comparable to them in the research of weapons. This is also the reason why the ancients are obviously not strong, but they can still survive in the realm surrounded by aliens.

  Although the people of the ages appear to Chu Qianyang to be much better than the fellows in his previous life.

   "Brute force alone is not enough." Chu Qianyang couldn't help but mutter: "The world is so messy, no one knows magic."

   "Magic?"

  "It is the ability to drop a small star, and then turn the'biubiu' into various things, or the ability to perform magical effects."

   Feng pondered for a long time, but it sounded a bit similar to Xiuzhen: "Do you like this?"

   "I don't like it." Chu Qianyang immediately disgusted: "It has no hometown characteristics at all. If you want to do something like fantasy and immortality, if you give me a system, how can there be such a hard-pressed protagonist."

   "...?!" Feng Jiu: "Xiu Xian?"

"It's a god!" Chu Qianyang thought about the setting of this world, and looked at Feng for a long time with pity: "But there seems to be a **** from time to time here. Even if you want to fly wherever you can fly, you can't float on a barren star to cultivate. land."

  The sense of violation is too strong.

  Chu Qianyang thought that if he were to wear a world of cultivating immortals, wouldn't it mean that he would have to retreat at every turn, and there was no joy in life at all, fortunately he did not go.

  Although it’s a bit hard to explain now, the living facilities are all perfect at any rate. As long as you have money, your life is still very moist.

  As for saving the world or something... He thinks it's good to be a little transparent, the protagonist should forget it.

  However, as soon as Chu Qianyang turned around, he saw Feng Jiuzheng looking at him with an indescribable look, and was shocked: "What's wrong with the baby?"

  It’s really not that he wants to make a fuss. It’s that this baby rarely showed different expressions when he was very young. Seeing a terrible monster is more calm than an adult like him, has never appeared so straightforward.

   "Even if you want to cultivate immortals, I can't help it. This is the limitation of the world. We just play with mecha."

   "..." Feng Jiu looked back: "Where did you hear about it?"

   "Only novels..." Chu Qianyang said halfway through his words and suddenly remembered that he had never seen the theme of Xiuxian in the novels of this world, so he could only say: "Ancient novels."

  I don’t know if he changes career now to write novels.

  Feng Jiu knows these things about novels, but the content is not detailed, so he rarely touches them.

  But can the things that have not been seen be described so concretely?

  The probability is too small.

  Since she can get here inexplicably, it is hard to guarantee that other cultivators will accidentally come here and popularize the way of cultivating immortals, but it is limited by the spiritual energy, which is difficult to be effective.

Feng Jiu said nothing. When she first came, she had searched for relevant content, but found nothing. Then what Chu Qianyang said could not exist on the star network, or it was protected by authority, but they just watched it. No more.

  Father Feng came after Chu Qianyang had a lot of hands and feet.

  The wind left the mecha for a long time, watching the young man continue his heartless training, and left.

  Cultivation is not a matter of overnight. Since Chu Qianyang knew that there was such a thing, he still didn't show much yearning, even if he didn't take it seriously.

  After all, cultivation is much stronger than mecha.

But just like Chu Qianyang said, limited by the world, she could not do it if she wanted to. If the young man accidentally opened the spirit body, she hadn't planned to bring anyone into the immortal gate before she formed the pill. .

  Now I have to think about it.

  But the young man will leave after a while. Now he is taught the cultivation method, and there is no one around him to look after him. If something goes wrong, it will be very difficult to handle.

  But if it's just a few small spells, it doesn't interfere.

  Of course, Fengjiu didn't expect young people to cultivate in a few days at the beginning, so he only needed to gather enough spiritual power to use the talisman seal.

  But it’s hard to get started with cultivation, and it’s even harder to get in touch with things you haven’t done before.

  Chu Qianyang’s training was another day, and it was not until the tormented by Feng Dad that he lost his strength, and then went back to the lounge without thinking, and fell asleep.

  Feng Jiu saw that he was buried in the quilt, and did not wake up the person, but stood in front of him, and pointed his finger on the young man's eyebrows.

  Chu Qianyang frowned, and soon let go.

  He had a dream. He just missed it during the day when he mentioned magic cultivation, but at night he dreamed it.

  In fact, those things are far away from him, and they haven't been in contact for more than ten years. I have no impression of what I have seen at the beginning, but only vaguely know some concepts.

  But in the dream, he seemed to pry open something buried deep in his memory. How those cultivators turned their hands to cover the clouds and cover their hands to rain, but clearly felt their state of cultivating immortals.

  This feels really amazing.

  It's like someone is dragging him a little bit along the meridian experience in the body, until a certain rule is deeply memorized in the body, forming an instinct.

  After only a few rebirths, he can already control it by himself.

  Chu Qianyang vaguely knew that he was dreaming, but the refreshing feeling was equally clear, and the body was so refreshing that people couldn’t wait to groan.

  Chu Qianyang has no concept of time. He only knows that he has been cultivating immortals all night in his dream, and when he wakes up in the morning, his head is full of meridians wandering.

  The spirit is still the same. Chu Qianyang looked at the time and got up and yawned. However, halfway through the yawn, he was silly on the spot, feeling the familiar breath in his body incredibly, almost thinking that he was not awake yet.

  Until he was sure that he was not dreaming, Chu Qianyang was shocked and shrank himself into a ball: "...Damn!"

  What kind of skill is this? He actually said that he could really cultivate himself by saying that he was able to cultivate immortality. It was even more powerful than any magical system.

   Says he is not the protagonist, he doesn’t believe it himself!

But even if it was something that he had seen a long time ago, Chu Qianyang knew that cultivation is not so easy. No matter how powerful a genius is, it’s impossible to learn it without a teacher. Maybe it’s okay to get started, but if you get stuck in practice, it’s really true. You will get confused, and you won't be able to save it.

  But he struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of cultivating immortals. He practiced tremblingly for a week, and found that there was nothing, so he was more eager to try.

  He knows why so many people throw their helmets and armors in front of desire-wang. This feeling is really unspeakable. He knows the danger, but still can't help trying.

  But besides knowing the level of cultivation, he was at a loss as to what to do. The route of the meridians in his body was still dreaming, and it sounded a little absurd.

  But everyone else is here, what could be more ridiculous than this.

  Chu Qianyang was still cautious at first, but after he got on the mecha, he couldn't take care of that much. The intensity of Feng Daddy's cultivation was increasing every day, so he didn't have to worry about anything else.

  However, it is still different today. Chu Qianyang hadn't planned to do anything, but in a state of exhaustion, the air currents in the physical meridians began to move by themselves inexplicably.

  He was shocked at first, fearing that he might explode if he was not careful.

  But no. After Xiao Zhoutian started to operate, he obviously felt that his body fatigue was reduced a lot, and he even used the manipulations that he usually found to be difficult.

  It feels the same as when it was opened and hanged. After the whole day, Chu Qianyang did not have the heavy fatigue that he used to be, and his legs were not weak when he got off the mecha.

  For this, Father Feng gave him another look.

  Chu Qianyang went back to the lounge in a daze, and just lay down and couldn't help but jump up, feeling that he could not be so careless.

  The things in his body are weird. If he doesn't take it seriously, he won't know how to die.

  But what should the protagonist do in this situation...

  Chu Qianyang couldn't think of one, so he fell asleep first.

Then he had a dream today. Yesterday’s dream was a bit boring, but this time it was different. He didn’t try to practice the big week and the small week. Instead, he learned a spell, a very common but practical fire-sparking technique. .

  Chu Qianyang tried to use the power in his body to transform into a fireball all night, but it was still ineffective, and he was so anxious that he scratched his head.

  Feng Jiu closed his eyes and can see the situation in the young man’s mind faithfully.

Chu Qianyang's talent is indeed good, or very good. Although he can't feel his own progress, Feng Jiu can see that the reason why he failed to use the fire technique was not because he was not genius and hard enough. It was limited by the spiritual power in the body.

  Feng has been cultivating for so many years to build the foundation. Now the young man is not even interested in training the first level of Qi. Although the spiritual power in his body also has it, it is really pitiful.

  If it is placed in the Demon Forest, it may be able to improve faster.

  Feng Jiu stamped the mark of cultivation in Chu Qianyang's divine mind, so that he could master the skills skillfully.

   Originally teaching Cultivation didn’t need to be so troublesome, but whoever made Chu Qianyang’s physique different from others must rely on this method to allow him to learn exactly.

During the    period, Tong Lin sent a message to Fengjiu, telling her that the time for the game is approaching, and the fifth qualifying match was a match between Maddagger and Werewolf, which was very interesting.

  However, Feng Jiu still had important things to do at the moment, so he didn't go to the game again.

  A little bit of time passed, Chu Qianyang's training intensity was not so tired during the day, and his energy at night was better. He didn't know that he was tired after learning, so he kept repeating it again and again.

  Until a certain moment the young man suddenly felt panic burning on his body, and then suddenly opened his eyes to see a big fireball burning on his body, and threw the quilt out in shock: "Damn, it's true!"

  (End of this chapter)