The so-called knife drawing technique means literally.

That is to kill his opponent at the moment of drawing the sword!

Although Wang He scolded Zhang Zifeng on his lips, he really went back to think about it seriously for a long time, and then went to the ancient scripture cheats in the Eight Treasures Pavilion for a day.

The knife drawing technique was finalized.

Any weapon expert can draw a sword, but few can use it to the extreme.

The reason is simple.

The action of the first sword drawing technique is too simple, and it is also the basic move of all weapon masters.

No one wants to get nervous and put all their heart and soul into this trick.

After all, in the face of an opponent of the same level, the drawing technique is very stupid.

If your opponent knew the single set of your attack, he would still be hit?

Throughout the ages, the sword drawing technique was just used to pretend to be forced, facing an opponent whose grade was below him, drawing the sword with absolute strength and speed to shock back, as if to warn you that you are not my opponent, the meaning of provocation.

However, this provocative knife drawing technique was used on Zhang Zifeng's body, and it was not impossible for Wang He to think about it carefully.

Although the knife drawing technique is not a knife technique, thinking of Zhang Zifeng's physique, it may be the most feasible at present.

After all, Zhang Zifeng's muscle strength and speed are indeed terrifying.

Zhang Zifeng took out the chameleon knife, and under Wang He's stern teaching, he took a posture of drawing the knife.

As a result, the act of drawing the knife alone almost didn't make Wang He angry to death.

Zhang Zifeng's lower action just stabilized, but the upper action was deformed, the upper action was corrected, and the lower plate collapsed again.

Wang He was sweating profusely, pointing at Zhang Zifeng and scolding, "You can't teach your son, you can't teach your son." ”

But even though he said so, he was still irritable and taught and corrected, and at the same time taught with sticks.

Zhang Zifeng didn't care, he thought he was indeed a martial arts mediocre.

After all, the old god of war used to say that he couldn't teach him, so he didn't learn the mastery of Longhu Qingshan, and in the end the old god of war could only teach him simple, but the fierce boxing technique was getting better and better.

So on the contrary, it was cheaper for the young boy, and he actually learned eighty percent of the skills of Longhu Qingshan.

In the end, Zhang Zifeng finally mastered the action of drawing the knife, and he was moved to go home to rest and reward himself.

Or a word lazy.

This made Wang He's anger thunderous, and he hurriedly said, "Now strike while the iron is hot, damn it, according to the way I taught you, draw the knife!" ”

Later, Wang He specially reminded, "You are not allowed to use Qi, do you understand only by muscles?" ”

"I don't need to draw the knife, I will, it's late at night now, my hands are sore, continue tomorrow."

"What?" Wang He's forty-meter broadsword almost didn't pull out.

He has taught many genius disciples and met many mediocre people, but it is the first time he has encountered a mediocre talent with a clear conscience like Zhang Zifeng.

"Draw a knife for Lao Tzu immediately, quickly, I will only teach you once today, and in the future, you will fend for yourself, if you can't give up, you have no talent at all."

Zhang Zifeng sighed and said perfunctorily, "That's okay." ”

Only then did Wang He suppress his anger and pointed to a tree knife in front of him, "Use your muscle speed and strength to draw the knife with all your might." ”

You must know that the knife drawing technique pays attention to short-distance instant explosions.

Wang He said calmly and proudly, "A first-grade weapon master, a distance of one meter, simply relying on the air pressure generated at the moment of drawing the knife, you can enter the wood for three points, and if you can do it, even if you pass the level." ”

"Muscles only?" Zhang Zifeng really has no bottom.

Wang He sneered, "I didn't expect you to do it, let's correct the movements first." ”

"Stinky boy, your boxing skills are really good, but weapons, you can't do it."

Zhang Zifeng flattered, "How far can you do the seven grades of the bull's nose?" ”

"Me?" Wang He hugged his chest and said proudly, "I don't rely on Qi, at your distance, the air pressure generated by drawing a knife can be easily cut off!" ”

After saying that, this Wang He had the intention to be handsome, his figure sank, and suddenly the blue light sword in his hand flashed coldly.

I only heard a "swish", and suddenly stabbed out with the Azure Light Sword Void, and the powerful sword qi slammed into the body of the tree.

"Click!"

Suddenly, the upper half of the tree's body cracked open and slammed into the ground.

Zhang Zifeng looked at it with wide eyes and said, "Bull nose, you are awesome!" ”

Wang He was a little fluttering when he was praised by Zhang Zifeng, and said proudly, "I haven't used all my strength yet, stinky boy, practice hard, one day you can too, come on, draw the knife first." ”

"Okay, I'll do it too!"

I only saw Zhang Zifeng sinking, and an air flow spread out on the soles of his feet, and the knife drawing technique paid attention to breathing coordination.

Zhang Zifeng exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, as if he had changed a person in an instant.

Wang He stared intently on the side, he knew the perversion of Zhang Zifeng's physique, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, "Maybe the power of this kid to draw a knife is at least three grades?" ”

Suddenly, Zhang Zifeng moved, and at the best point between breaths, he had already drawn his knife according to Wang He's teachings.

But......

The tree that was one meter away from the attack range of his chameleon knife was not a single leaf that had fallen into the wood.

Seeing this, Wang He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he seemed to be overly worried.

Zhang Zifeng smiled bitterly, "Niu Nose, you won't trick me, this sword drawing technique is too fake, I think you should teach me your Tiangang Twelve Swords." ”

"You have to teach even the simplest sword drawing movements for a long time, you still want to learn a little more advanced, save it, practice it yourself tomorrow, I won't come in the future."

He Wang He only teaches geniuses, and he doesn't want to pay attention to this kind of stupidity.

To be honest, none of his Tiangang Twelve Swords has been completely mastered by the entire Tianshan Sect so far, just like the Extreme Yang Five Thunders of the Old Heavenly Master.

I can only sigh that the good days of the new era have created mediocre talents like Zhang Zifeng who do not want to make progress.

Originally, I hoped that my Tiangang Twelve Swords could be reflected in Zhang Zifeng, and I first used this sword drawing technique to see his talent, but now it looks like it is in vain.

After saying that, Wang He was secretly sad, and walked towards the trail with the complicated feeling that the twelve swords of Tiangang were about to be lost.

But just as he had not gone far, he suddenly stopped, as if he had discovered something terrible.

"Huh?" Wang He squinted his eyes and jumped into the woods next to him, and he was stunned for a moment.

I only saw that the big tree with the thickness of an adult's arms had been cut down by someone, and it was cut very neatly.

Wang He's expression was shocked, and he touched it with his hand, and suddenly he only heard a click, and the towering tree fell in response to the sound and smashed to the ground.

At this time, Wang He couldn't say half a sentence, and he Mu Na, who was in a cold sweat, looked at the place where Zhang Zifeng had been standing dozens of meters away, and suddenly gasped.

Feelings just now Zhang Zifeng because of the stiffness of his movements, the target of the attack has shifted?

"My goodness!" Wang He swallowed his saliva, a little unexpected.

It's night!

I only heard Wang He running back like crazy, knocking on the door hard, "Stinky boy, get up quickly, Lao Tzu wants to teach you the twelve swords of Tiangang, quick, get up immediately!" ”

I only heard Zhang Zifeng's lazy voice lying on the bed from inside the room, "Forget it, I think you're right, I'm really a mediocre talent, it's easier to learn this." ”