Bai Xiyun led him to a living room at the back, and then entered the basement from the living room, where two bookshelves were placed in a stone house, and the shelves were filled with four rows of books.

The smell of books wafted in the room, and the smell was quiet.

Fang Han glanced at it, there were hundreds of books, turned his head and smiled: "Uncle Shi, all the books are secrets?" ”

"Yes!" Bai Xiyun smiled: "How about it, it's an eye-opener, right?" ”

"Where did Uncle Shi get it?"

"Then you're in charge!" Bai Xiyun said proudly: "Choose yourself, don't rush to read it all first, if you find a suitable one, you can practice, and then find it after you practice, this place is open to you." ”

"Xie Lu, Uncle Xie." Fang Han was overjoyed.

He eagerly came to the bookshelf and took out a book at random, all of which were in traditional vertical rows, and the papers were all ancient and valuable.

Bai Xiyun said: "Let's take a look, there is food and drink in the refrigerator, and it is not enough to come up and get it." ”

"Hmm." Fang Han's eyes were already fixed on the book.

The book he held in his hand was a palm technique, a dragon palm, a simple and vigorous word, and the momentum was also clumsy, and he couldn't see any strange places.

Fang Han knew that the general secret of the Dao would never be placed in the eyes of the uncle, after he flipped it over, he replayed it in his mind, then put down the book, and slowly practiced it, frowning and thinking, but still didn't find the wonder, so he performed it again, and the mind of the dragon palm flowed in his mind.

After practicing a few times, he slowly comprehended the changes in speed and slowness, advancing and retreating slowly, moving in a roundabout way, and bending in a straight shape, which truly met the requirements of the dragon palm.

After he realized a hint of verve, his body and mind changed. The spirit is high, the movements are light, as if the whole body is half light, fluttering in the air.

He secretly admired that this dragon palm is indeed good, after the fire is deep, the body method will be extremely fast, no one can get close, and it is impossible to prevent it.

When he had finished practicing, he put it down and picked up another book of secrets. Gods and demons are powerful.

He quickly flipped through it. Then close the secret note and flip it in your mind, every word and every gesture clear.

Putting the secret note back on the shelf, he assumed a strange pose, as if squatting but not crouching. Hands half-raised. The action is very indecent. It's like squatting up halfway through the pit.

He constantly adjusts subtle movements, spacing between his legs, spacing his hands, and angles to his body. In my mind, I clearly presented the secret drawing, and compared with it, the action was a little good.

After about five minutes, a stream of heat is generated from the soles of the feet, up the legs, up to the shoulder wells, and down again, and so on.

Fang Han's body did not move, his thoughts flowed, and he practiced the method of strength with his form, and after a while, his legs felt a trace of strength, which was a wonderful mastery.

He has strong mental power, meticulous control over his body, and can change and adjust at will, it is not easy for a different person to practice to such a standard, and it does not have such a strong effect.

Fang Han sighed with emotion, and stood for half an hour in one breath, and the strength of his legs increased greatly, and the effect was extremely strong.

He flipped through a few more secret books and memorized them in his mind one by one, these secrets were all unique, otherwise they would not have been collected here by Bai Xiyun.

Fang Han is now proficient but not knowledgeable, the appearance of these secrets makes up for his shortcomings, and his extensive knowledge of martial arts is essential for cultivation.

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Fang Han didn't feel the time passing, but Bai Xiyun came down to call him, it was almost time for the martial arts competition, get a good night's sleep, nourish your spirits, and deal with Ichiro Tanida tomorrow.

Fang Han's spirit was blazing, and he didn't feel tired, but because he practiced some secret methods, his body and spirit reached a vigorous state.

He complied with Bai Xiyun's request, went upstairs to eat and watch TV, and then did an evening class.

He was about to go upstairs to sleep, when Bai Xiyun came in with a sword and handed it to him: "Your sword is not with you, this is a sword in my collection, can you try to fit it,...... If it doesn't work, I'll find a way to send it over tomorrow. ”

He was going to transport Fang Han's sword here overnight.

Fang Han took the sword, drew the sword out of the sheath, and suddenly the snow and cold air rushed to his face, and he couldn't help but admire: "Good sword!" ”

"This is an ancient sword, I got it by accident, you try to fit it or not." Bai Xiyun said.

Fang Han smiled: "Uncle Shi, no problem. ”

"Will it work?" Bai Xiyun said: "If the swords don't fit together, there may only be a slight difference, which may lead to failure." ”

Fang Han smiled: "It fits very well, it's similar to my original sword." ”

"That's good." Bai Xiyun nodded and turned to leave.

Fang Han wielded the long sword, sensing the sword body, which was superior to the original sword, and the unity of the human sword had a more tacit understanding, as if he had used the sword for a long time.

Since he has achieved swordsmanship, he has not practiced often, so the tacit understanding with the sword is not so sufficient, which has disadvantages and advantages, the advantage is that he does not have to use his own sword, and other swords are still handy.

If you practice with the same sword all the time, you are likely to become dependent on the sword, and then use other swords to feel awkward, which makes it uncomfortable.

Fang Han lay on the bed with the sword in his arms, feeling the breath of the sword and falling asleep, accompanied by a sense of tacit understanding.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Song Ren drove over and drove Bai Xiyun and Fang Han out of the manor and came to a manor outside New York City.

This Fei's manor and Bai Xiyun's manor are separated by about 20 miles, and it is quick to arrive by car, the interior of the manor is Suzhou garden style, rockery and flowing water, fish pond forest, winding paths and secluded paths, antique buildings, eaves and hanging corners, carved beams and painted walls.

As soon as the three of them arrived, an old butler led the three of them into the clouds, through rockeries and woods, turning around, through a garden and a small lake, and finally came to a flat martial arts training ground.

The martial arts training ground is paved with green bricks, clean and neat, there are some weapons, swords and guns next to it, and there is a forest of wooden stakes in the west corner, each pile is one person high, a total of sixty-four, it is magnificent.

Song Ren said: "Senior brother, Fei is a plum blossom pile. ”

Fang Han nodded, looking at the people who had arrived, there were more than thirty people in total, and five cameras had already been set up, one on the left and one on the left and right.

Two dozen people are busy, there are beautiful hosts, and there are impatient directors.

Not far from this group of people, there were nine people standing, all of them with good temperaments, and at a glance, they knew that Lu Dao was a big man, and they were looking at Fang Han carefully.

Next to them stood a young man with short hair. Dressed in a dark green kimono, with his eyes closed, and a Japanese long sword at his waist, he is standing motionless like a statue with his sleeves copied.

Fang Han's gaze finally fell on him, this young man was Tanida Ichiro, no wonder the master didn't let Song Ren come up when he saw it, this person's spirit and spirit reached the level of Yinghua introverted, round and wishful, and completely integrated with the surroundings.

Fang Han nodded in admiration, sure enough, he couldn't underestimate the heroes of the world. In this era, there are very few people who can practice to this point.

He shook his head again and sighed. It's a pity that he's Japanese!

Master Jiang Cheng hated the Japanese the most, especially those who practiced martial arts in Japan.

Fang Han turned to those Japanese bigwigs again, turned his head to look at Song Ren, and Song Ren said in a low voice: "They are characters in the big Japanese family. Represents the samurai class of Japan. ”

Fang Han frowned and said, "They won't play any tricks, right?" ”

"Let's keep an eye on it!" Song Ren said in a deep voice. He has this self-confidence. Japan's Yamaguchi-gumi is strong, and Chikodo is not a vegetarian.

Fang Han glanced at those big people and shook his head. These guys don't seem to be the kind of people who play by the rules, and it should have been their idea to try their hand at it outside the restaurant.

No wonder they dared to broadcast it in the whole world, because they had already concluded that their kung fu was not as good as Tanida Ichiro, Fang Han shook his head and smiled.

A white-haired old man walked over with a smile and raised his voice: "The old man is late, it seems that everyone has arrived, Boss Bai, why don't you end up in person?" ”

Bai Xiyun snorted: "Old man Fei, I have a lot of age, and the affairs of the younger generation will be left to them to solve, I should enjoy Qingfu!" ”

Fei Jing nodded and smiled: "That's the same!" ”

He turned his head to Ichiro Tanida and said, "Young man, I have a good relationship with your master, he is a good guy, and there is nothing wrong with you avenging your master, but I hope you can compete in martial arts, so that you don't hurt your harmony!" ”

"Yes." Ichiro Tanida bowed in response.

Fei Jing smiled and said, "Okay, since everything is here, let's start, how about it?" ”

Bai Xiyun said: "Old Yu, you are too unserious, this is live TV." ”

"It doesn't matter if he broadcasts live or not, our purpose is to settle grievances, come, two little guys come to me." Fei Jing smiled: "I'll tell you about it." ”

Fang Han and Ichiro Tanida stood over.

Fei Jing said: "Xiao Fang, right, you also use a sword?" ”

Fang Han nodded: "Of course." ”

"Oh, there are very few people who practice swords now, it's rare." Fei Jing nodded and said: "The sword has no eyes, be careful, Ichiro, your master and Lao Bai are swordsmanship disputes, not personal enmity." ”

"Yes, Mr. Fei." Ichiro Tanida replied in stiff Chinese.

Fei Jing said again: "You can't use hidden weapons in the competition, you can only compete with swords, or fists and feet, and those who violate the rules will lose, okay, you know the way, then start!" ”

He waved his hand and took a few steps back.

The camera approached, and the cameraman followed, as if to pounce, while a person took the microphone and spoke in Japanese.

Fang Han's eyes froze, and he immediately threw away all the interference around him, and there was only Ichiro Tanida in his eyes, Ichiro Tanida was the deepest cultivator he had seen so far, he wanted to understand it well, and using a sword was a moment of life and death, even if he was stronger than the other party, he might be killed if he was careless.

He could see that Ichiro Tanida had a cold gaze, and he didn't have the intention to stop it, he was full of murderous energy, and he obviously wanted to kill himself.

Tanida Ichiro bowed, took two steps back, and slowly pulled out his katana, Fang Han pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and looked at him motionlessly.

"Hey!" Ichiro Tanida exhaled like thunder, the long knife was like electricity, and it instantly arrived in front of Fang Han's forehead, it was really fast as lightning, and the body and knife were one, not giving Fang Han time to react.

The cold light flashed on Fang Han's waist, the tip of the sword stabbed the long sword body, the "Ding ......" lingering clear sound was not broken, and another series of clear sounds sounded, Tanida Ichiro's long knife waved one knife after another, as if he was not tired, Fang Han's sword tip kept stabbing the long knife, making a clear sound.

In the blink of an eye, after more than twenty moves, Fang Han's sword was like a coiled spirit snake, no matter what part it came from, it couldn't escape.

The people around him were nervous and didn't gasp, and their eyes stared without blinking.

Fang Han praised while swinging his sword, he really deserved to be a wizard of swordsmanship, the sword was deadly, but unfortunately he was destined to be disappointed. (To be continued......)