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"Knort"!

There was a crash, and the rock was knocked down with a lot of fragments, and the sword was pierced into it.

However, this kind of destructive power is really much worse than the sword just now.

Whether it's in power, speed, control, or anything else, it's very frustrating, and it's of no use in actual combat.

Ye Fan was not too disappointed, such a result was normal, if he had mastered the sword technique all of a sudden, then no one in Shushan had really learned it for thousands of years.

Purely from the perspective of practice, Ye Fan has always been very patient and persevering, otherwise he would not have abolished his internal strength, and immediately improved to a very high level within three years.

He can practice a boring set of movements for so long without giving up, and he won't feel irritated when it comes to a practice that is actually quite fun.

As a result, Ye Fan began to constantly use sword intent to summon the sword, and then control the sword to fly everywhere, stumbling and bumping the cultivation of the sword mastery......

This practice, a day passed, but Ye Fan did not feel tired at all, but was pleased with the gradually stable control of the flying sword.

Ye Fan didn't care about the darkness of the night, he continued to practice the sword technique, and kept recalling in his mind how the sword marks on the stone walls were caused by manipulation.

It's just that Ye Fan found that if he wanted to imitate that kind of sword mark, his level was far from enough, and the sword couldn't change so complexly, and it still had that kind of power.

So, Ye Fan calmed down, and from the second half of the night, he continued to practice controlling the flying sword steadily.

From the shaking at the beginning, to noon the next day, the flight of the sword has been relatively smooth.

However, Ye Fan found more problems......

When you hold the sword in your hand, you can easily make various changes to the sword, and the control of the sword intent is also free.

However, once the sword intent is used, it means that the sword intent is imprisoned and becomes a means of controlling the sword, but it cannot be used through one's own mind to cast the sword intent as he wants.

To put it bluntly, in the process of Edgeworth, the sword has become an obstacle, not a helper.

If the sword that flies out can't interpret the sword intent, then what is the use of it? The power is not as good as the sword intent!

"It's so strange, isn't it a contradiction if Sword Intent is such an effect...... That senior, how did he make the sword envoy so ever-changing and powerful......"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, he calmed down and thought about the problem at this moment, only to realize that he was a little hungry.

Let's go to Shushan, eat something, slow down, and then continue to think of a way.

Ye Fan knew that if he was too late, he would encounter a cultivation problem that was difficult to overcome at once, and he couldn't keep consuming it, it would be so easy to drill into the horns.

So, Ye Fan began to take a step and quickly sent back towards Shushan.

When Ye Fan crossed the two hills, he suddenly found that there were people in the open space halfway up the mountain in front of him.

In this wilderness, it is strange enough that this guy actually built a stone stove there, set up a shelf, and was planning to roast pheasants to eat?

Ye Fan couldn't help but stop and walked over, he didn't feel that this person had any cultivation, looking at him in a plain blue-gray cloth shirt and light brown linen pants, he was dressed casually, and he didn't look like a hunter in the mountains.

This man looked thirty or forty years old, his facial features were quite delicate and elegant, only a little stubble was left on his face, and the only line on his body was a blue cloth bag carried cross-body.

Seeing Ye Fan appear, the middle-aged man blinked, and then asked with a smile: "Little brother, are you also here to hunt pheasants?"

"I'm just passing by", Ye Fan replied, glanced at the three pheasants that were already tied on the ground, and said, "The harvest is good, how did you get it?"

"Hehe, practice makes perfect, you can hit it by throwing a stone", the man smiled and asked, "Little brother, have you eaten?"

Ye Fan really wanted to eat it, this was much more delicious than the food made in the big pot of Shushan faction.

"It's just three, a little less, I'll go and fight a few more," Ye Fan said.

When the man heard this, he nodded hurriedly, "Okay, will you fight?

Ye Fan smiled: "You kill the chicken and pluck the feathers first, I'll come when I go." ”

For Ye Fan, catching a few pheasants was not a lot of effort at all, and it didn't take long for him to catch three more and return to the mountainside.

"So you have these things in this cloth bag?"

Ye Fan saw that the middle-aged man was killing chickens in the stream on the other side, and what he took out of the cloth bag were small kitchen knives and scissors, as well as a few jars, looking like seasonings such as salt and pepper.

"Haha, I like to eat, I don't bring anything else when I go out, just bring the guy who eats", the man stretched out his hand to Ye Fan, "Little brother, the chicken is quite fat, come, I'll kill it together."

Ye Fan handed him one of the chickens, kept two for himself, and said, "I'll kill two too, hurry up."

"Can you kill chickens? hehe, you're so young, there aren't many people who can kill chickens," the man said.

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, "Don't talk about killing chickens, I will kill pigs, sheep, and cows...... After all, if you kill and slaughter yourself, the meat will be fresh and delicious."

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's the reason, I think, now those frozen meats don't taste good, it's better to catch some game by yourself and kill it yourself, it's fragrant enough", the man thought deeply.

Ye Fan still felt that this guy was a little weird, and asked, "Where is my brother, who is from?" This place is remote enough, and ordinary people won't come."

The man smiled, turned around and said, "My hometown is in Kunlun Mountain, a very deserted place, my wife left early, I was alone, wandering around, and I couldn't starve to death outside anyway."

"Oh......" Although Ye Fan still felt that this person was very strange, it was useless to ask more, so he didn't ask more.

Soon, after the two of them had killed the chicken, they cleaned up the chicken's internal organs.

"Hehe, this chicken heart, chicken liver, chicken gizzard, are all good things, skewered into skewers, sprinkled with salt and pepper, roasted first and eaten", the man smiled happily.

Ye Fan also had this intention and asked, "What are you going to do with chicken?"

The man pointed to the seasoning he had brought, and said, "I'll sprinkle salt first, marinate these meats a little, then skewer them, put them on the stove, roast them while turning, and when they're almost done, sprinkle pepper and fennel powder."

Ye Fan thought for a while and said, "This pheasant is not as fishy as the chickens raised, the meat is a little fishy, and these seasonings alone are probably not enough."

"Oh...... It makes sense", the man said with some annoyance: "It's a pity that ginger and garlic didn't bring ......"

"I have a way", Ye Fan thought of something, high-fived, and said: "You wait for me to go, I'll come back when I go."

(三七 Chinese.)