There are two people on the other side, but there are three here.
Advantage is with me.
Yang Liuqing felt a lot more at ease.
He had never been fighting alone.
“Having you here is really wonderful.”
“Ew, Xiao Qingqing is so cringey.
Don’t get moved over something so obvious.”
Ke Li put on a disgusted expression.
“Master, gross warning.”
Ke Ling reached out and poked Yang Liuqing’s face, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
It was obvious that the two little ones were still very happy.
“To get back to the point, if the Tixianren is a control type, then the Zhanzhengjiqi should be a power type.
The two complement each other, indeed hard to deal with.”
Yang Liuqing steered the topic back.
Now he needed to urgently study a countermeasure.
“Control and destruction—one is hard to get close to, the other can’t be approached.
It’s tricky.”
Ke Ling analyzed along this line of thought, a battle scene forming in her mind.
The Zhanzhengjiqi fights in close quarters, with the destructive power to punch and blow up a kid.
You can’t fight head-on.
The Tixianren attacks from mid to long range, so you must get close to deal with it.
But getting close carries the risk of being controlled.
Moreover, with the Zhanzhengjiqi present, it’s even harder to approach.
Yang Liuqing’s side has three people, but Ke Ling and Ke Li will only act as long as it doesn’t hinder his growth.
Relying solely on Hound Body Movement to deal with the Zhanzhengjiqi and Tixianren combination is quite strenuous.
In short, Hound Body Movement only works wonders in one-on-one fights.
Against a duo, it’s easy for the movement pattern to be caught.
“Ke Ling, can that technique made of spirit particles be transformed into other things?
Besides the shield.”
“Master wants to learn [Spirit Shaping]?”
Ke Ling was a bit surprised; this was entering the next stage early.
Seeing Yang Liuqing’s confused expression, Ke Li took over the conversation.
“Xiao Qingqing, so-called Shaping is spirit particle shaping.
The spirit particle shield is the basis of Shaping.
The attack shaping you want involves many things, hard to learn quickly.”
She paused here.
“However, some simple shaped attacks are still possible.”
As soon as the little one finished speaking, she turned her right palm upward and condensed a two-inch-long blue translucent small flying sword.
Then, without any warning, the small flying sword shot out, spinning rapidly around the room, stirring up a strong gust.
“This is it!”
Yang Liuqing’s eyes lit up.
He preferred offense over defense.
As long as he killed the opponent quickly, he didn’t need to defend much.
Learning this method would allow him to at least hold the enemy off even if he couldn’t kill them.
“Master, don’t listen to her nonsense.
This is a more advanced technique.”
Ke Ling shot a glare at her sister.
To learn the spirit flying sword, you must first master the secrets of the flying sword.
Otherwise, even if you shape it, you won’t be able to control it as freely as Ke Li.
“Is it hard?”
Yang Liuqing was a bit disappointed.
“But I just want to learn this.”
“Xiao Qingqing, it’s really not hard.
As long as you simulate the flying sword’s trajectory in your mind and then control it, you can do the same as me!”
Ke Li made it sound easy.
Ke Ling felt like giving her two bonks on the head.
“I’ll try.”
Yang Liuqing actually believed her, turning his right palm upward, gathering the surrounding scattered spirit particles to form a small cyan sword.
This step was surprisingly easy, not much different from the spirit particle shield.
It’s just that one is defense, one is attack; the direction of spirit particle construction is different.
When defending, spirit particles are concentrated on a surface.
When attacking, spirit particles are concentrated on a point.
Up to this step, there were no problems.
Yang Liuqing tried to control the sword, but the small cyan flying sword in his hand didn’t react at all.
No matter how hard he tried, it remained motionless.
“Xiao Qingqing, that’s not how you control it.
You have to imagine yourself as the flying sword and fly out.”
Ke Li felt her method might not suit Yang Liuqing, so she gave another approach.
“Master, treat the sword as part of yourself, like an arm, like a leg, like any part of your body.”
“Isn’t there something like a mental method?”
Yang Liuqing’s brows furrowed slightly; the methods they mentioned were a bit abstract.
He had never flown himself; how could he make the sword fly?
How could these borrowed spirit particles be treated as part of himself?
“Mental methods and tricks are actually operating routes.
Master doesn’t have to learn them.”
Ke Ling gently shook her head.
That’s something people with insufficient talent learn.
Because they can’t understand the flow of spirit particles, they need to memorize by rote and keep trying to gradually adapt.
Yang Liuqing could completely skip this step.
When talent and adaptability reach a certain level, those rigid things should actually not be learned.
Universal means ordinary, high applicability, low ceiling.
“Xiao Qingqing, when there’s clearly a shortcut, why do you want to take the long way?
Do you have that time?”
Ke Li reached out with both little hands and pulled at Yang Liuqing’s cheeks.
“Imagine, just imagine.
You don’t need anything else, understand?”
“I unnerstand, leg go!”
Yang Liuqing, while maintaining the small cyan flying sword, tried to break free from Ke Li’s pincer attack.
“Try again.
In your mind, imagine yourself as a bird, or a fighter jet or something.
The flying sword in your hand is a remote-controlled missile.
After you shoot it out, control it with your mind.”
Ke Li obediently let go and stepped back.
Ke Ling added, “Master, haven’t you played games?
Treat yourself as the player holding the controller, and the flying sword as the game character being controlled.”
“Hearing you say that, I think I understand a bit.”
Yang Liuqing was not a bird; he didn’t understand bird flight.
But he had played shoot-em-up games.
Imagining himself controlling a plane to shoot was much easier than imagining himself as a bird flying freely in the sky.
With a thought, he constructed a flight simulator cockpit in his mind.
Then, he sat inside and looked at the void big screen.
The flying sword there had turned into a fighter jet.
Now, he needed to control this fighter jet to soar in the sky.
Ke Ling and Ke Li immediately sensed the subtle change in the air.
The spirit particles fluctuated violently, and the flying sword in Yang Liuqing’s hand vibrated with a hum.
As if an engine had been ignited.
Under the two’s gaze, the flying sword slowly shot out and began to travel around the room.
At first very slow, it gradually increased speed, becoming faster and faster.
Although not as smooth and agile as Ke Li’s, it was still under control.
The two little ones didn’t even bother to look at each other, both wearing numb expressions.
Their master truly was gifted.
As sword spirits, they could naturally master these techniques as easily as breathing.
But Yang Liuqing had been an ordinary person until last night.
It could only be said that the Potion of Destiny’s transformation was godlike, and Yang Liuqing’s adaptability was also excellent.
Whether someone else could do this was hard to say.
After all, only one bottle of the Potion of Destiny had appeared so far.
“Master, you can stop.”
Ke Ling interrupted Yang Liuqing’s practice.
“If you continue, it will cause abnormal spirit particle movement in the surroundings and expose our hiding place.”