"Not bad, not bad. Wukong, your strength is not bad, and you know how to be humble. You are a disciple worthy of teaching. From today onwards, you will cultivate with me.”Turtle Hermit stood out and said like a great teacher.
"Thank you, Teacher Wu Tian." Wukong said hurriedly. Although this old man was very lecherous, he was worthy of his respect in terms of strength and martial arts experience.
"Okay, you can cultivate with them first.”Turtle Hermit said.
"Erm, Teacher Wu Tian, I feel that cultivating like them won't be of much help to me anymore.”Wukong said.
"Hmm?" Turtle Hermit was displeased." Kid, you've just become my disciple and you dare to question my decision? Aren't you being too arrogant?"
"What does this kid mean? Is he looking down on the two of us?”Leping and Clint were secretly angry.
"Uh, Teacher Wu Tian, I didn't mean to question your decision.”Wukong could see the dissatisfaction of Turtle Hermit and the anger of Leping and Clint, so he quickly explained," Actually, I've been practicing for more than three months with a weight of 70 kilograms.”
"What?" Turtle Hermit was shocked.
"Wukong, you…you're lying, aren't you?”Clint said in disbelief.
"Humph! Who doesn't know how to talk big?" Le Ping also had a look of disbelief.
"Alright, since you don't believe me, then this is the only way.”As he spoke, Wukong took out an all-purpose capsule and took out the sandbag stored inside.
"These sandbags are tools for my cultivation. Each of them weighs five kilograms.”Wukong said as he tied fourteen sandbags to his body. Then, he sprinted back and forth in the vicinity. He was as fast as the wind, and the weight of his body did not seem to affect him at all.
"How can such a small sandbag weigh five kilograms?”Clint and Leping took the palm-sized sandbag in disbelief. However, their expressions changed the moment the sandbag was in their hands. The sandbag made by Dr. Brives was smaller than an adult's palm, and it looked very thin. It was no wonder that the two of them did not believe it, but facts spoke louder than words.
"It really is five kilograms. Fourteen sandbags, seventy kilograms. This…Wukong is too abnormal, isn't he?!”Clint stuttered with his eyes wide open.
"Humph! Perhaps there's a secret behind this." Le Ping still did not believe it. He began to tie sandbags to his body, but when he tied eight sandbags to the ground, he felt a little tired. When he tied fourteen sandbags, let alone running like Wukong, even moving was a little difficult.
"Ah, it's actually so heavy. This…this guy is really a freak!”This time, Le Ping didn't dare to question it.
"In that case, Wukong did not use his full strength when he fought with us just now.”At this moment, both Leping and Clint realized this.
"Wukong, these sandbags of yours are very exquisitely made. It's very convenient to tie them around your body and won't affect your movements at all. In the future, when Leping and Clint cultivate, let them use these sandbags too, right?”Turtle Hermit walked forward and weighed a sandbag before saying to Wukong.
"Sure, anyway, I asked the doctor to make a lot of these sandbags.”Wukong said indifferently. He had expected this situation before he came, so he asked the doctor to help make two or three hundred of these sandbags.
"Ah, that's great. This time, we can also quickly increase our strength.”Leping and Clint were both very happy.
"Hmm, it seems like I need to cultivate properly. With such sandbags, their strength would definitely increase very quickly. If they were so easily surpassed by their own disciples, that would be too embarrassing.”Turtle Hermit sensed danger again.
"Since your strength is already so strong, you naturally don't have to cultivate with Leping and Clint anymore. "Hmm, how about this? From tomorrow onwards, you can cultivate with me.”Turtle Hermit said.
"Thank you, Teacher Wu Tian."
In the afternoon, with a goal in mind, Le Ping and Clint went to cultivate with all their might, while Turtle Hermit began to formulate a cultivation plan for himself and Wukong.
The next day, Wukong began to cultivate with Turtle Hermit. Of course, during the process of cultivation, Wukong quietly doubled the weight of the sandbag on his body. However, even so, it was impossible for Wukong to break through in a short period of time.
However, Wukong had gained a lot during his cultivation with Turtle Hermit. Not only was he more proficient in using Turtle Sect Qigong, but he had also learned Afterimage Fist.
Compared to Turtle Sect Qigong, Wukong was more interested in Afterimage Fist.
The might of Turtle Sect Qigong was great, but the speed of the attack was too slow. Once you encountered a fast opponent, this move would be very difficult to work, because the opponent would not stand still and let you attack.
However, the Afterimage Fist was different. It was a fist technique that used high-speed afterimages to confuse the enemy.
All martial arts in the world were invincible, only speed was unbreakable.
Wukong had always believed in this. No matter how powerful any martial arts move was, it was possible to break it. As long as you were faster than your opponent, your fist could hit him, but he could not hit you. In this way, you will be invincible.
On this day, Wukong was cultivating the Afterimage Fist again.
As soon as the Afterimage Fist was used, four identical Wukongs appeared out of thin air. Only one of them was the real Wukong, and the other three were all afterimages. Moreover, the real Wukong's position was constantly changing, making it difficult for the opponent to find the real one.
"Good boy, you've actually cultivated the Afterimage Fist to such a level. Even if I wanted to find your true body, I would have to go all out.”Turtle Hermit couldn't help but cheer.
However, Wukong ignored Turtle Hermit's cheers. He was trying his best to create the fourth afterimage.
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