"Don't you want to learn?" asked the immortal who returned.

"I want to learn." Hu Guiyang spoke immediately.

"It's actually very simple. The methods of manipulating the receiver are similar: the thumb is for the people, the index finger is the general, the ring finger is the supervisor, and the little finger is the soldier."

"Thumbs up for the people, but you want to stay outside?"

"Have you ever seen the court discussing matters and invite the people to participate?"

"Haha, you're right, just keep your thumb outside, please continue."

"The index finger is the phase, cooperate with the thumb outside, and tighten the receiver; the middle finger is the general, the little finger is the soldier, the general leads the soldiers, the soldiers follow the general, and are responsible for the attack; the ring finger is the supervisor, and the supervisor is in charge of the distance and near."

Hu Guiyang roughly understood that if he had not practiced the bean-climbing and bean-climbing for nearly a month, he would not have used these techniques. Now, when his middle and little fingers pressed gently at the same time, he could hear a clatter in the box, as if something had popped out. Before he could understand, the receiver in his hand also flew out, and the "eye" and "civilian" could not suppress it at all.

"Ah." Hu Guiyang couldn't help but scream.

The gods were not panicked, nor were there any surprises. "The general method is like this, and we must distinguish between priorities and priorities. The manipulation method of each receiver will not be exactly the same. You have to experience it slowly."

"Yes, I'll experience it slowly." Hu Guiyang groped forward and looked for the receiver that flew out, "How did you change your mind?"

"I don't think this is the best place for you to practice."

"Where should that be?" Hu Guiyang walked to the wall and finally touched the receiver on the wall. "The immortal? The immortal? He left again."

Hu Guiyang pulled the receiver down with force, and the hidden weapon that pierced into the wall immediately shrank back.

The immortal never came again. Hu Guiyang didn't sleep all night. He repeatedly used the technique of operating the receiver in the research room. The more he practiced, he became more excited, and he was completely sleepy or tired. For him, this was an unprecedented strange thing. Even when he was facing a life-and-death crisis, he was still sleepy when he should be sleepy.

He is like a child who just got his favorite toy, and he can't let it go and must play with it.

After dawn, Hu Guiyang placed a bean on the windowsill, stood a few steps away, and tried his skilled technique.

There was a buzzing sound in the box, followed by a cold light, which suddenly appeared and disappeared, not hitting the bean, but hitting a small ball of dust next to it.

"The accuracy is a little worse." Hu Guiyang was very regretful, but he only learned basic techniques, and he had almost no use of the skills of playing beans. He believed that he would be able to fully master it soon.

"The gods are still easy to talk to." Hu Guiyang was finally sleepy, yawned and lay down on the bed, about to fall asleep. Suddenly he remembered to take off the receiver. If it was accidentally triggered in his dream, the place where he was hit might be his thighs.

The minion came and left, but did not wake him up. Hu Guiyang slept until the afternoon. After getting up, he took a few bites of rice and immediately practiced fingering again. From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time he was so obsessed with a tiring thing, and even he himself didn't understand why.

Soon after it was dark, the gods came again. Hu Guiyang didn't need to speak and taught other fingering techniques. Hu Guiyang could see through it at a glance. Although it was far from mastering it, it was enough to control the "spiritual" of the receiver. The hidden weapons in the box suddenly came out and returned, and they were free from the distance and were strong and weak. I don't know how many small holes were smashed on the wall. Fortunately, they were not deep and would not cause too much damage.

Hu Guiyang really felt the magic of Tianji Technique, but he felt that the power was too weak. "If you hit such a damage a hundred times, you can't let the opponent fall down, right?"

"It depends on where the hit is. If it is a vital part, it will be enough to hurt the opponent or throw away the weapon. Moreover, your receiver is very strange, as if someone has touched it, and the power is greatly reduced. The hidden weapon shot from the normal receiver can at least penetrate the wall."

Hu Guiyang was very disappointed. He originally wanted to defeat Gao Hanying with "Lingmiao", but now it seems unlikely. "Okay, when will I learn the art of making boxes? This is not easy to use, I will make one myself."

"If you want to learn the art of making a box, you are still far from it, and that is not something you can learn in a day or two. Even if you learn it, there are no corresponding tools or materials here, and the trees here are not used."

"Oh." Hu Guiyang had to find another way. Although the power of "Lingmiao" is weak, if Gao Hanying can throw away his weapons, it would be considered a victory.

"Why don't you ask me for one?"

"What do you want?" Hu Guiyang didn't react for a moment.

"Receiver."

"You said... please give your disciple a receiver." Hu Guiyang immediately changed his words.

"The receiver should not be given to outsiders."

"Yes, the gods have taught me for so long. I shouldn't be an outsider anymore, right?"

"Well, and you learn very quickly."

"It's all good at teachings from gods." Hu Guiyang also started to say good things when he heard that he had the chance.

"It's okay to give you one, but I have a request."

"Please say, I will do it."

"The secret of heaven cannot be leaked. Once it is leaked, there will be blood disasters. I don't want blood disasters, what about you?"

"I don't want to."

"Then you can only shed other people's blood. After you get the receiver, you have to kill seven people within three days, only more or less."

"Hey, this is not like what a god should say."

"If the number of people killed within three days is not enough, I have to take your blood sacrificial receiver."

"What... I haven't agreed yet. God! Wait, let's discuss it again, I don't have to..."

The gods have left.

Hu Guiyang was surprised and suspicious. In his impression, the gods were strange, but they had never shown any malice. At this time, they suddenly forced him to kill people, and they killed seven people in three days, which was far beyond his expectations.

"What tricks do you want to play again?" Hu Guiyang lost his mood to practice. He touched the bed and prepared to rest. As soon as he sat on the bed, he felt a small box.

The god actually left the box behind.

The box is slightly larger than "Lingmiao", and the method of opening it is the same. Hu Guiyang gently put his four fingers in, touched the shrapnel, thought for a while, and then retracted his fingers.

He hopes to have a truly powerful receiver, but he doesn't want to do any tricks like "blood sacrifice" or "killing". Even if the gods are just kidding, he doesn't want to take this risk.

"Maybe the gods are testing me and want to see my character. If I really kill someone, I will be punished." Hu Guiyang felt more at ease when he thought about this, but he still did not move the new receiver, put it aside, and closed his eyes to sleep.

The next morning, Hu Guiyang said to Gao Xiaoliu, the minion who came to deliver the meal: "Call your general, I want to compete with her."

Gao Xiaoliu was stunned, then smiled and said, "What? Do you want to thread a needle? General Gao really doesn't know this."

"Don't worry about this, just ask her to come."

"I said that the general was not here. He went out a few days ago and never came back. He probably encountered business."

"Send someone to send her a letter, the faster the better."

"You really want to compete?" Gao Xiaoliu widened his eyes in surprise.

"Well, I'm tired of living here and want to leave, but I want to defeat her first, so as not to cause trouble in the future. If I win, she will not send someone to kidnap me or take a secret action, right?"

Gao Xiaoliu was still surprised, "Of course not, General Gao said one is one."

Hu Guiyang resisted a sneer, "Anyway, go and find her."

"You said."

“I said it.”

"Actually, you are a good person. Is it that difficult to be soft?"

"Everyone has a little temper. If your general asks me to discuss it carefully, I am really willing to ask her for help, but she kidnapped first and then threatened, then I can't give in. Just fight for martial arts. I'm not afraid, go find someone."

Gao Xiaoliu smiled, clasped his fists and said, "Okay, based on your words, I admire you. If there is a three-length and two-length period during the competition, I will dig a good pit for you."

"Go away." Hu Guiyang waved his hand to chase the person.

After no one was gone, Hu Guiyang picked up the receiver given by the gods and admired it for a while, but threw it back on the bed without using it. He focused on practicing "spiritual". The more he practiced, the more wonderful it became. The cold light flew around, and he never saw clearly what was flying out.

After becoming more proficient, Hu Guiyang threw beans with his left hand as his target, and then hit it with his right mobile phone box. At the same time, more and more beans were thrown. Before he landed, he could hit three or four pieces.

"It's just that the distance is not far enough." Hu Guiyang tried it. "Lingmiao" does not have the ability to kill people a hundred miles or thousands of miles. It can only control hidden weapons to fly twenty steps away, far less than the crossbows and bird guns. It is better to do whatever you want and almost no preparation, and it avoids the long process of bent your bow and arrows and plugging bullets into medicine.

The next morning, Gao Xiaoliu brought another meal and said seriously: "Someone is going to find the general. If you are quick, you will be back in three to five days. Have you really thought about it? It's still time to regret it now."

"I've thought about it, and you guys think about how to send me out."

Gao Xiaoliu shook his head and accompanied Hu Guiyang to have a meal. He picked meat and kept saying, "Don't waste it."

After the minion left, Hu Guiyang continued to practice martial arts, and the more he practiced, the more confident he was. He felt that as long as he was a face-to-face competition, Gao Hanying should not stand in a distance to use crossbows or hidden weapons, he would win. Although the power of "Lingmiao" was weak, it was enough to knock out the opponent's weapons. At that time, he could stop and let the female bandit leader admit defeat.

"They must have thought I was merciful." Hu Guiyang was in a good mood, but when he saw another receiver on the bed, he felt something was wrong.

That night, the god came again. Hu Guiyang held the receiver in both hands, "I'm going to give it back to you, I'm useless once. I will defeat Gao Hanying in my own way and leave here."

"It's too late."

"What does it mean to be late? It's really dark."

"This box is called 'Yinhong'. If you have already held it in your hands, you must abide by the rules. Kill seven people within three days, and tomorrow night will be the deadline."

"Immortal, don't joke, how can you force a murder? To be honest, if you didn't let me become a disciple, you wouldn't be my master. Even if you did not let me get a disciple, you wouldn't be my master."

A figure flashed in the darkness, Hu Guiyang reached out and touched his arms again. The "lingmiao" of the receiver was gone, and only the receiver given by the gods was still in his other hand, "You..."

"You have more than one day."

Hu Guiyang was so angry that he cursed, "What kind of god are you? You can't even be a fake god..."

A flash of inspiration, Hu Guiyang suddenly understood something, "You are not a god! You are not him! Who are you?"

The figure opposite did not answer.
Chapter completed!