6625 The method of teaching practice

Qin Yichen was obviously satisfied with Zhang Yun's answer.

As long as Zhang Yun is willing to obey his orders, let alone teaching exercises, it will be fine even if he cultivates himself into his cronies.

Because Qin Yichen knows very well what he is missing now.

That is his subordinates. Only a sufficient number of subordinates can help him share the crisis he encounters now.

For example, inquiring about intelligence and the like, Qin Yichen can do it himself, but of course it would be best if someone replaces it.

What Qin Yichen lacks in this world is such a subordinate.

As for the believers in the Temple of the Lord of Light, Qin Yichen was actually a little confused.

These people's beliefs about themselves are too abrupt, and pushing their identities too high is not conducive to Qin Yichen's closer relationship with them.

The people who are in the temple of the Lord are their own believers, and they are their own capable subordinates, but they are not qualified to become cronies.

Because they believe in the Lord of Light, not Qin Yichen.

"Zhang Yun, as long as you are willing to be loyal to me, let alone Chen Liuxiang, you can easily kill him even if you are Patriarch Lanyue."

Qin Yichen threw a heavy bomb with a calm face.

Take the Moon Patriarch and kill it easily!

What a rhetoric.

Zhang Yun's people were all dumbfounded.

"Lan Yue Patriarch?"

Zhang Yun seemed a little unacceptable, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

The Patriarch, in this Fangdongtian, is second only to the existence of the identity of the leader of the God-killing Sect.

The status is detached, and they have the entire family as their background, and their strength will never be bad, at least among their respective families, they are top-notch existences.

It is impossible for mortals to look up.

Others may not know, but Zhang Yun knows exactly how much strength he has.

Before today, even the identity of the messenger was an existence that he could not look up to.

His bloodline talent is really bad.

Today, with the help of "Big Brother Si", his strength has leaped.

Now it has the strength of the messenger level.

Zhang Yun was not overjoyed at this big step.

He clearly understood the absolute gap between messengers and non- messengers.

Hard work can't make up for it.

There must be a great opportunity, and there must be absolute power to help.

Now that he was lucky enough to have the strength of the messenger, he knew better how difficult each next step was.

Every streamer on the shoulders of those powerhouses is a proof of strength, and every one of them is more difficult to obtain than becoming a messenger.

The head of the family, the existence above the three-band messenger.

Even if the strength is not good, it can still match the three-belt messenger.

He had only just entered the status of an emissary, when Big Brother Si made such terrifying remarks.

Zhang Yunzhen's mind was buzzing.

"Brother Si, you know that my talent is not good enough."

Hearing this, Qin Yichen smiled casually.

"talent?"

"Cultivation does require talent, but I also know that diligence has a way out."

"The so-called talent is just a humble speech for the strong, and fate is an excuse for the weak. Zhang Yun, let me ask you, what you want to do is the strong or the weak."

Zhang Yun was stopped by Qin Yichen's words.

Looking at Qin Yichen blankly, he woke up in his heart.

Who said that cultivation has to be talented?

They are not the absolute powerhouses, they attribute their success to their talent, and they avoid others from asking him about the secrets of cultivation.

Behind what no one can see, how much they have paid, only they can understand.

Take Zhang Yun as an example, behind him is the practice day after day, which strengthens his body to the extreme.

And he never told anyone about this.

Except for "Big Brother".

If you want to come to the big brother to choose yourself, there are some reasons for this.

He gritted his teeth sharply.

"Big Brother Si, I know that you want to teach me to become a strong person, but it will not be smooth. I need to work harder than others."

"Brother Si, don't worry, no matter what the method of cultivation is, as long as I, Zhang Yun, still have a breath, I will never give up."

"I will definitely not live up to Big Brother's wishes and become an absolute powerhouse!"

The firm eyes, and the clenched fist.

Outline everything Zhang Yun was thinking about.

Qin Yichen nodded with satisfaction.

"You're smarter than I thought, but that's fine. You understand how difficult the next road is, so you can complete it better."

Having said that, Qin Yichen came to Zhang Yun in a flash, and stretched out his hand to hold his head.

Aura instantly spread all over Zhang Yun's limbs.

The severe stinging pain made Zhang Yun's face a little hideous, as if countless ants were devouring his body.

He instinctively wanted to avoid, but when Zhang Yun saw Qin Yichen's indifferent face and the trust written in his eyes.

He immediately dismissed all thoughts.

She gritted her teeth tightly, and her mouth was full of sweetness.

The fingernails had been embedded in the palms, and bright red blood was leaking from the gaps between the fingers.

His body trembled for a while, even if he was about to lose control of his body, he still persisted and did not let his body fall down.

Just because of Qin Yichen's previous move to win over him, Zhang Yun was so determined.

Qin Yichen, who took all this into his eyes, nodded with satisfaction.

This is the cronie he wants. No matter what happens, he always believes in him and follows his cronies.

Instead of those believers who worship the gods.

Because the Lord of Light is nothing more than a tool that Qin Yichen uses to study the power of belief in this world.

When tools are discarded, believers will disappear without a trace when they abandon the Temple of the Lord of Light.

"Zhang Yun!"

"I'm very optimistic about you. As for how far you can achieve, it all depends on how long you can persist."

After speaking, Qin Yichen let go of his hand and sat aside calmly.

The spiritual energy left in Zhang Yun's body is still raging.

It's so painful all the time.

Zhang Yun choked out four words from between his teeth.

"Yes, my lord."

Qin Yichen gently pushed the teacup on the table, and the little maid understood and hurriedly came up to pour tea.

Just in such a slow manner, Qin Yichen took a light sip of tea in the midst of the severe pain that Zhang Yun did not see any reduction in.

Only then did he look at Zhang Yun.

"I didn't say anything next, you can remember it for me. Except for you and me, you can't let a third person know."

When the little girl heard this, she put down the teapot and walked outside the courtyard.

Looking at the back of the little girl leaving, Zhang Yun endured the severe pain in his body and suppressed the urge to throw the little girl out quickly.

When the door was closed, Qin Yichen's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Your talent is not good enough, and you don't have enough control over the black mist. You are not suitable for the cultivation method in this world."

"What I'm teaching you now is the sword intent, with the soul as the guide, and the mind as the front! It's easy to take a person's head from thousands of miles away."

"The first step is to condense the sword intent, that is, to condense the soul, and the soul is nothing."

"Feel your body carefully, and feel the parts of your consciousness that are not under your control when you control your body."

"Only by mastering all the divine souls can you have the qualification to condense."