Chapter 187: Competition
It's about taking it on an outward basis so that it has more ways to transform. ”
Zhao Feng watched the water balloon in Xiao Nanke's hand slowly float in the air, and then moved arbitrarily in the air, then exploded and splashed water droplets, but finally slowly gathered into his hand.
Xiao Nanke continued: "You have to treat the thunder arc as yourself, and yourself as a thunderbolt, just like you dance with a sword, if you don't understand the sword, how can you use the sword?" ”
"As for why the thunderball in your hand can't be released, I can understand that you closed your eyes to better appreciate the changes in the aura in your body, but you have to remember that there is no time for you to close your eyes and feel during the battle, you have to make this a habit."
"Don't use it for the sake of using it, go and appreciate it."
After Xiao Nanke finished speaking, he patted Zhao Feng's head gently, and then turned around and returned to the Little Sword Pavilion.
Zhao Feng's empty surroundings suddenly missed the Four Seasons Tree a little, Zhao Feng calculated the time, and now that no one secretly went back, it should be nothing.
Thinking of this, Zhao Feng didn't hesitate, first returned to the Vientiane Courtyard, and then sneaked to the teleportation array they used to go to the Heavenly Mountain.
However, what made him a little disappointed was that the sword was not covering the Tianshan Mountain, Zhao Feng ran to the top of the mountain, and went to the trunk of the Four Seasons Tree, when he was a child, Chu Wuguo and Bu Lanshui accompanied him during the day, and at night when his master was not there, he came to the Four Seasons Tree.
Anyway, there is a temperature around the four seasons around the four seasons all year round, and it seems that it is not affected by the environment.
Zhao Feng leaned against the Four Seasons Tree, which seemed to welcome an old friend who had not seen him for a long time, and gently shook the branches and leaves of a tree.
Zhao Feng blew a comfortable wind under the tree and slowly fell asleep.
When he woke up again, the sky was still cloudy, and Zhao Feng even thought that he had returned to the previous days.
Looking at the somewhat foggy surroundings, Zhao Feng only felt refreshed, took out his sword, and began to dance the sword.
On the way to dance the sword, I thought of Xiao Nanke's words yesterday, thought about the feeling I felt when I first used the sword to enter the qi, and thought about the feeling of condensing thunder yesterday.
There seems to be some epiphany.
Zhao Feng subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but thinking of what Xiao Nanke said yesterday, he opened his eyes again, took a deep breath, and began to exert force from the inner breath of the dantian, and then Zhao Feng found that it seemed that the speed of generating thunder arcs had accelerated, and even the number had increased.
Zhao Feng looked ahead, the thunderball rotated in the palm of his hand, the thunder arc looked messy, but the operation of each thunder arc was the same, Zhao Feng dragged the thunderball in his hand, felt the direction of the thunderball's rotation, and pushed it out with spiritual power along the direction of the force.
"Bang" The thunderball flew out of Zhao Feng's hand and smashed on the Four Seasons Tree, Zhao Feng froze in place, looked at his hand, looked at the Four Seasons Tree in the distance, and then strode towards the Four Seasons Tree, looking for the place where he was smashed.
Zhao Feng didn't expect that he could really release it, but he carefully searched for a few laps and didn't find a trace of scar on the trunk, and after making sure it was not, Zhao Feng sighed softly, patted the trunk with relief, and thought about telling Xiao Nanke the good news.
Xiao Nanke was dragged by Zhao Feng to the open space outside the Little Sword Pavilion with a yawn, and watched Zhao Feng really release a thunderball, and nodded: "Well, yes, it's generally like this." ”
After finishing speaking, he planned to go back and continue sleeping, Zhao Feng looked at Xiao Nanke dryly, Xiao Nanke raised the corners of his mouth: "What, this level is satisfied?" ”
Zhao Feng's eyes began to brighten, and he replied with a smile: "Of course not." ”
Xiao Nanke said as he walked back, "This is just the beginning." ”
Zhao Feng was the first of the three to come back this time, Chu Wuguo and Bu Lanshui did not come back, thinking of Bu Lanshui, Zhao Feng's eyes darkened.
"Slap" Zhao Feng suddenly felt that someone was patting him behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw An Cheng holding a sword in his hand and smiling at himself.
An Cheng: "Brother Zhao Feng, it's really early to come back this time." ”
Zhao Feng smiled, it had been An Cheng and Zheng Tian who had helped cover these few times.
Speaking of Zheng Tian, sure enough, not far behind An Cheng, I saw Zheng Tian, who was also holding a sword.
Zhao Feng asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" ”
An Cheng followed Zhao Feng's gaze and saw the sword in his hand, and said, "I just compared with Zheng Tian twice. ”
Zhao Feng suddenly realized, and watched An Cheng suddenly have the idea of competing.
smiled and said, "Take me one." ”
An Cheng nodded happily and looked at Zheng Tian behind him, Zheng Tian didn't speak, but obviously heard the conversation between the two, and nodded expressionlessly.
An Cheng took Zhao Feng to a clearing behind the house, Zhao Feng felt that there was something familiar in front of him, and looked left and right a few times, then he remembered that this was the place where he and Chu Wuguo fought together last time, thinking of fighting, he thought of Jiang Beihe, Zhao Feng always felt that things would not end so easily, especially last week in front of the public.
But now it's useless to think about it more, Zhao Feng shook his head, looked at the sword in the hands of the two, and then remembered that his sword was in the storage ring, Zhao Feng thought about it, and it was still useless to take it out of the storage ring, the storage ring is a rare thing for most disciples, so it's better not to make exceptions.
An Cheng looked at Zhao Feng, who was empty-handed, and smiled and put his sword over: "Brother Zhao Feng, you come first." ”
Zhao Feng smiled gratefully and took the sword.
When Zhao Feng got the sword, he felt that something was wrong, and Zhao Feng and Zheng Tian set up their starting hands.
An Cheng looked at the people on both sides, and slowly raised his hand, "Three, two, one, start!" ”
As An Cheng's words fell, Zheng Tian stepped forward with an arrow, and the long sword went straight towards Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng took a step sideways unhurriedly, raised his hand to pick it up, and then backhanded it was an oblique stab.
Zheng Tian looked at the sword that suddenly stabbed over, and hurriedly retreated, dodging the sword with embarrassment, but this also disrupted his own rhythm.
The first time the two clashed, they opened up the distance, Zheng Tian looked at Zhao Feng solemnly, and clenched the sword in his hand tightly.
Only then did Zhao Feng understand where his weirdness at the beginning came from.
Zhao Feng did not use his own sword, but An Cheng's sword, and his sword was much higher than the swords of other disciples, so he needed more power to wield than ordinary disciples, and he was used to using heavy swords and light swords, so the speed of swinging the sword would naturally increase.
Zhao Feng figured it out and began to try to adjust his pace.
Zheng Tian, holding the sword in one hand, this sword was much faster than the sword just now.
Zhao Feng took a deep breath, stepped on his toes, and began to retreat, the sword in his hand swung again to block Zheng Tian's attack, but Zhao Feng did not take the initiative to attack this time, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his strength.
An Cheng watched the two of them fight from left to right, from mid-day, to dusk.......
The swords of the two men collided, and the sound of clanging was heard in the clearing.
This is what Chu Wuguo and Bu Lanshui saw when they came back.