Han Sanqian nodded, and soon, Xiao Tao's voice of the formula was heard word by word.

The sounds of these formulas are very strange. Each word "Fangfo" is not a Chinese character, or even just the cry of some kind of animal or monster.

Han Sanqian couldn't even understand it, so naturally he didn't need to say anything to understand the meaning. What he can do now is to obediently follow Xiaotao's teaching and read word by word.

Just one minute passed, and Han Sanqian had already recited all the formulas twice according to Xiaotao's request.

"Can you remember what I just taught you now? You need to read the formula yourself. It's best if you can feel some of the meaning."

"In this way, the formula will be more effective."

"Actually, I didn't quite understand the meaning of these formulas at first, and each word was very difficult to pronounce. However, I read it a lot, and it seems that I have begun to understand some of them. It's just... just these things , I roughly understand it, but I only understand it in my heart, and I can't explain it to Brother Sanqian."

These words are somewhat annoying, but Han Sanqian is not angry either.

He can understand this feeling. Sometimes, certain things are just like this. You probably know what's going on, but if you want to tell it, you really can't tell it.

The only thing Han Sanqian can do now is to follow what Xiaotao said, read a lot by himself, and have a complete reading and reciting of the overall formula, and then, after becoming proficient, try to understand it as much as possible. mean.

There is a saying that is good, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. The meaning is actually the same, that is, the more you read and practice, a lot of things will naturally exist in your mind.

A few minutes later, Han Sanqian was able to recite those extremely awkward formulas barely fluently. Han Sanqian didn't feel any joy because of this, he still read seriously and silently, trying to achieve the effect Xiaotao said by reading more.

After a few more times, Han Sanqian gradually began to appreciate the different meanings.

Although some words are difficult to pronounce, but after reading them a lot, Han Sanqian really seems to have discovered some of the secrets.

It seems that there is a word in it that is a bit similar to the sound that monkeys make when they pat their chests. In fact, what it may want to express should be similar to resonance.

Han Sanqian also began to roughly guess the meaning of some other strangely pronounced characters, and tried to put all these fragmented things together, and then guess what might be expressed.

And as Han Sanqian deepened in this area, his whole body began to reflect differently.

A layer of faint green light began to appear on his body, slowly enveloping his body again.

Correspondingly, the Pangu ax, which had no color change, was now wrapped in a faint blue light. It seemed that it was communicating with Han Sanqian to some extent.

Soon, a ray of light from both of them flowed out, and they slowly met in the air.

The two rays of light sensed each other. It seemed that they were distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy. After a while, the lights kept a certain distance.

It seemed that they couldn't get along.

But just when Xiaotao thought this was over, suddenly, the two rays of light approached again and merged directly... Afterwards, Han Sanqian gently gathered his consciousness according to Xiaotao's words, and then , leaving only the sense of hearing, completely entering the state of concentration.

"Brother Sanqian, try your best to feel the existence of Pangu Axe."

Following Xiaotao's voice, Han Sanqian nodded and obeyed obediently.

As Han Sanqian did this, the surroundings seemed to become extremely quiet. Anti-fo, the years are gone, anti-fo, fighting is gone, and anti-fo is gone.

He could feel an imperceptible aura around him. Could it be the aura of Pan Gu's axe?

It's just that this breath is very unreal, and it's also extremely strange and eerie. This made Han Sanqian unclear whether it was some strange fluctuations of true energy produced by the enemy's attack, or some different breath fluctuations of the Pan Gu axe.

Han Sanqian just tried his best to feel it, that's all.

"Brother Sanqian, listen to my formula." JrNovels.com