No matter how you say it, it is better to score 50 or 5 points than to lose it completely. Mu Yang hurriedly put away all the spirit stones.

Muyang burned some hot water and prepared to take a bath at night. He has been out for so many days and hasn't taken a bath for a long time. He feels so uncomfortable all over.

Mu Yang asked while waiting for the hot water to boil, "Brother Dog, how are you doing with the two martial arts?"

"I have a general understanding. Both sects are both low-level martial arts, one for defense and the other for strong attack."

This was Mu Yang's first time to come into contact with this kind of martial art. Before that, his defense was basically based on the Xuanyan Shield.

But this is based on external forces after all, not on their own strength. Moreover, as Mu Yang needs to face stronger and stronger opponents, Xuanyan Shield gradually loses its effectiveness.

The book Lao Xue selected for him now is probably well considered.

Brother Dog picked up one of them and said, "I suggest you practice this defensive technique for the time being. It is more resistant to beating. The strong attack is a bit difficult and I can't learn it for a while. At present, the Red Sky Heart Sword is enough for you to use for a while."

Speaking of the Chitianxin Sword, Mu Yang remembered another thing, "By the way, isn't there another martial art left by King Mengluo?"

"Yes, but it's also a defense type, and it's only a yellow-level book, which is not as good as the book given by your master, so I suggest you either sell that book or give it to someone."

Mu Yang touched his chin and thought for a while. Although he said that his skills were not enough, he wasting his time when learning yellow-level martial arts. Since that is the case, it would be better to do personal favors and give it to the right person.

There are many junior brothers and sisters in the fourth or fifth level of the spiritual vein realm among them, and it should be more appropriate to give them the practice.

"Okay, I'll see who it's more suitable to give to in the past two days. Let's talk to me about this technique first."

Mu Yang poured all the boiled hot water into the bathtub, dripped a little spiritual liquid, and soaked it comfortably, "Okay, start talking."

As a result, he saw the resentful look of Brother Dog. Mu Yang immediately understood and hurriedly took a small bucket, poured some hot water for Brother Dog, released it out of the trading space, and took a bath together.

"Hmph, this is almost the same."

Sure enough, a hot bath is comfortable and steaming, unblocking blood, muscles and bones, and relaxing and comfortable.

Brother Dog said slowly: "This martial art is called Shuojin Martial Arts. To put it bluntly, it condenses a turtle shell on your body, so that you will be more resistant to beatings."

“…”

If you understand this way, after imagining it, Mu Yang suddenly felt a little reluctant to learn it.

If you carry a tortoise shell, then you will become a turtle with your head?

Damn it too much, isn't it?

"No, turtle shell...can I refuse?"

The dog brother licked his dog's hair and stepped on the water splash: "I just vividly compare what I have. I haven't practiced it before, and I know what it looks like when I practice it. Judging from the name, it should be a handsome set of armor, but its function is similar to that of a turtle shell."

"That's it, you're scaring me to death, that's fine. How do you practice this thing?"

"It's a bit complicated. After all, it's a mysterious level, and it has to suffer a little. I don't know if you can withstand it. You need a magical substance, shining golden sand grains, to forge your body."

"We still need to forge the physical body?" Mu Yang only remembered that in the initial spiritual realm, he needed to use external forces to forge the physical body.

Why do you need to forge a mere martial art?

Brother Dog glanced at Mu Yang, as if he was looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. "Don't be like a fool all day long, isn't this normal? Many martial arts require body refining."

Mu Yang rolled his eyes. He didn't understand these things, so how could he know that they had never been exposed to them.

However, Brother Dog said that practicing this martial art would be very painful. He would not have to use sand to grind his body. Mu Yang thought about it and felt it was a bit difficult to resist.

Brother Dog had just despised Mu Yang and sighed again: "However, I don't know where to go to the shoveled golden sand grains. Without this thing, you can't practice at all."

Mu Yang was not worried about this: "Don't worry, since Lao Xue has chosen this martial art for me, he will definitely prepare the supplies for me, and maybe I will give it to me tomorrow."

"Well, you get on track as soon as possible. After pressing, I can start refining the demon pill."

Judging from the experience last time, it took a long time for Dog Brother to refine the Xuan-level demon pill to fall asleep. If it had eaten it now, it would not have been Dog-Teaching Mu Yang to practice.

After taking a bath, each person and dog fell lazily on the bed, and never wanted to move at all.

This time I slept until dawn.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Mu Yang! The sun is still burning her butt, and I can't get up yet!"

"Damn!" Mu Yang woke up from his sleep and quickly stuffed the confused dog brother into the trading space.

Mu Yang instinctively thought that he was going to be late for class again, but then he thought, it was wrong. Didn’t they give them some rest these three days? Then why are Lao Xue knocking on the door now?

"Master, I'll wear some clothes."

After taking a shower last night, Mu Yang wrapped his bathrobe and lay down on the bed. Now he hasn't even worn a piece of clothing.

In a panic, Mu Yang opened the door, but Lao Xue stared at him with a gloomy face, which made Mu Yang feel scared.

"Uh, Master wouldn't come in and have some tea?"

Lao Xue looked again with a look of regret, and his nostrils burst into breath and turned around: "Wash up and take you to a place today."

"good."

Mu Yang hurriedly ran in and tidyed up the clothes he had just worn, then walked out of the door and came to the stone table: "Master, I'm ready, where are we going?"

"Yunmeng Realm."

"Ah? Isn't the Battle of Eight Directions over? Why are you going to the Snow Field?" Mu Yang had some fixed thinking, thinking that going to Yunmeng Realm is going to the Snow Field to practice.

It was just because I had been practicing there for too long some time ago, and I was a little crazy.

Lao Xue shook his head and said, "If you don't go to the snow field this time, you will know when you arrive."

So, under the leadership of Lao Xue, the two of them came to Yaoshan again and entered the snow field.

As soon as he came in, the familiar desert was still in front of him. Lao Xue said lightly: "Take out your... car and open your eyes to your teacher."

In fact, when Mu Yang was using a motorcycle during the Battle of the Eight Directions, Lao Xue was particularly curious. Many elders had studied it for a long time, but they had not figured out the reason. This time, they were the two of them, Lao Xue wanted to take a good look.

Mu Yang scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "I dare not take it, I am just a play-making thing, it's not worth mentioning."

As he said that, he took out the motorcycle.
Chapter completed!