Although he has learned a lot of things, the attack methods that can really make his strength qualitatively change are the thunder trick and the sword trick.

After Chen Fan's continuous comprehension, he has come to understand that although the so-called sword heart trick is extremely complicated, its root is to teach him how to use spiritual power to urge when using sword moves and sword formations, combined with divine sense, to maximize the power of the sword technique.

When Chen Fan faced off against Gu Fangyue in the Deserted Ancient Mound, the reason why Gu Fangyue said that Chen Fan only had his form and didn't have his intentions was because there was no corresponding mental urge, and his power was limited.

The Ten Thousand Swords Tucson is all-encompassing, including all the basic sword moves, sword styles, and thousands of formation variables are hidden, so naturally, the sword heart trick must also change.

For each change, the Kenshin Technique is not given directly, but is to be derived.

This is also the reason why practicing kendo is the most difficult.

At the moment, Chen Fan did not follow the step-by-step deduction, but after the spiritual power of the fourteen-style basic sword moves was proficient, he directly skipped the step-by-step deduction, and instead set the direction of his cultivation on a sword move called 'Ten Thousand Swords to One'.

......

An hour later, Chen Fan woke up from his cultivation, and the moment the spirit returned to his body, his body was like a sharp sword rushing into the sky, and then it returned to its sheath, hidden into nothingness.

He got up and moved his bones, and said to himself: "The spiritual power in Sioux City is still too thin, and when you are busy for a while, you need to calm down and settle down." ”

At this time, the moonlight outside the window came in.

Chen Fan smiled evilly.

"I'm just going to the Lan family...... You have to prepare a big gift. ”

With that, his figure disappeared into the room like lightning.

When Chen Fan appeared again, he stayed outside the window of another villa, and inside, Lan Feng was lying on the bed, and there was actually a naked beauty sitting on him.

When Lan Feng learned that his Jin Dan was only temporarily banned, the whole person began to have a direction in life again, although his legs were broken on his knees.

But it doesn't affect his enjoyment.

He lies down, and the beauty moves on her own.

When he was refreshed, he looked out the window beautifully.

And so, he saw a face that he didn't want to see!

In an instant, he went soft!

Shaking violently.

The soul is trembling.

The woman on the body, thinking that she was extremely high, also howled.

So, Chen Fan enjoyed this ridiculous scene, his fingertips moved, and a spiritual power submerged into the dantian of the blue wind, and another spiritual power made the woman faint.

......

Early the next morning.

In the villa.

A panicked voice came: "Oh no, Young Master Blue Wind has fainted!!"

Boom!

Soon, the door was rudely opened.

Lan Bo walked into the room, his eyes like electricity.

With a slight slap, he took the life of the woman lying on his body, and slapped Lan Feng in the face.

Blue Wind, who was unconscious, woke up.

It's just that he seems to have lost his mind, holding his head in his hands, and looking at Rambo in horror.

"Don't kill me!"

"Don't kill me!"

Blue Wind repeated, screaming, like a worm, and squirmed out the window.

Naturally, Rambo wouldn't let him really jump.

dragged him back and slapped him hard.

"Brute!"

At this time, the old man surnamed Zhong also walked in.

He checked his pulse, touched his hand on Lan Feng's abdomen, and the whole person was petrified at once.

"What's going on?"

Rambo looked impatient.

With his status, he doesn't really care about Lan Feng's life or death, it's just that Lan Feng's father has some say in the clan and is his eldest brother.

This time, Lan Feng was on his turf, and he naturally had an unshirkable responsibility, but fortunately, he had notified Lan Feng's father Lan Liang to come to plot a 'big event', and the pot was thrown to Chen Fan.

But okay, Lan Feng actually had an accident.

"The dantian of the young master of the blue wind...... Ruined!"

The old man replied tremblingly.

"What??"

Rambo almost jumped up.

"Could it be that Liu Yang who deceived us?" said the old man surnamed Zhong.

Lan Bo was furious, he had not completely lost his IQ, Liu Yang was planning to conspire with the Lan family, of course, it was impossible to deceive in this matter.

Grabbing Lan Feng from the bed, Lan Bo roared angrily, "Who is it!!"

Lan Feng was so frightened that he came out with feces and urine, "Chen ...... Chen Fan......"

In a panic, a note fell from Lan Feng's body.

Lan Bo put Lan Feng aside in disgust, took the note and looked at it a few times, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Okay!

The doctor surnamed Zhong was scared and curious, and finally caught a glimpse of the words on the note: Dan breaker, Chen Fan, there are many beautiful scenery in Shuzhong, I'll go and see it first!

It's no wonder that Lan Bo was angry, Chen Fan not only ruined Lan Feng, but also dared to go to their base camp.

This is simply Chiguoguo's provocation!

Of course, after Lan Bo calmed down a little, he shuddered again, because he realized that last night's conspiracy was actually eavesdropped by Chen Fan.

And as a primordial infant monk, he didn't even realize it!

How terrible it is.

"Go home, intercept him before he gets to Lan's house!"

Lan Bo gave a decisive order, and it was difficult to hide the gloom in his eyes.

"Yes!"

In the shadows, it was as if there were three more people out of thin air, the breath of the three people was vague, silent, respectful, but their eyes were extremely cold.

"Go ahead. ”

The trio swished and disappeared.

As soon as Lan Bo finished giving the order, a person wearing a blue robe and covering it tightly suddenly appeared in the living room, he was half-kneeling, his eyes were eager, and the family crest on his arm was exposed, "Ah Jiu meets the second elder." ”

When Lan Bo saw this person, his face showed a solemn and unexpected look of surprise: "Why are you here?"

"On the order of the patriarch, I came to pass the word, and asked the second elder to recall the clansmen above the Lan family's Jindan and the Keqing elders to the clan within three days. ”

"What!"

Rambo staggered to his feet.

"Did something happen?"

The man replied, "The patriarch has an old illness, and I am afraid that time is short......"

Hearing this, Lan Bo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the room where Lan Feng was, "So, is it to elect the next patriarch for the younger generation?"

The man named Ah Jiu nodded silently and added, "Second Elder Hui, there are visitors from the Tang Sect, and those who come are not good......

Rambo's eyelids jumped wildly again and waved his hand, "I see." ”

The man swooped and vanished.

Lan Bo rubbed his eyebrows, and after a while, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a trace of coldness, and he muttered to himself: "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if I can catch that kid and imprison him as my Lan family's Dan Master, the position of the patriarch, I should be okay with others...... But...... What is the purpose of the Tang Sect coming to my Lan family? ”

......

Western Province.

Shuzhong.

Wanhua Ancient Town.

The black tiles of the wooden building are scattered, and the two rows are right, such as a long snake coiling the mountain.

The summer solstice has not yet arrived, the stream is trickling, the flowers are blooming, and the flowers are blooming.

Most of the people who come and go are young and beautiful Feng hot girls, wearing ultra-short leggings, white and slender legs and high heels, stepping on the bluestone pavement of the ancient town, making a clicking sound.

There are not many people here, each playing a different role and interpreting their own lives:

Shu merchants sell Shu brocade and satin made by ancient crafts, embroidered with mandarin ducks, swallow shuangfei, or gentle and classical beauty paintings, or all the rivers and mountains.

The graceful Bai girl in southern Yunnan is pouring tea for the lingering guests with a long spout, fragrant Pu'er, ancient tea tree, or bitter ding, gently sipping a small sip, which can expel the boredom of slightly damp heat.

The brewery of the wooden house wafts out a strong aroma of wine, and the smell of sauce precipitates the years of this town.

Chen Fan is in such an ancient town, he is in an old wooden house, sitting by the window, ordering a Shu pepper cold chicken, a pot of thick old wine, half a small blue and white glass, looking at the sea of green trees and flowers outside the window, watching the white clouds fluttering on the top of the blue mountain.

"It's a bit of a Buddha. ”

Chen Fan took a sip and was a little drunk.

He can not get drunk, but this ancient town makes him addicted.

The people here are not in a hurry, time is in this town, like a stretched picture scroll, moving, as if not moving.

Chen Fan was originally a passenger passing here, but when he stopped, his mood quietly changed.

Lots to gain.

The dust of the state of mind is washed away.

Outside the window, a wandering singer with a guitar on his back sings, 'In that rainy town, I have never forgotten you.'" ’

In the building, the old man with a wrinkled face and a black hemp strip on his forehead played the erhu, and the little granddaughter with double tails stood timidly in the middle of the building, singing unknown songs in a thick Shu voice.

The proprietress is the age of a young woman, her plump figure leans against the counter, her hands support her cheeks, just like the guests on the second floor, lazy and enjoying, a brown fan sways gently, driving away the slightly hot heat, and the girl in green clothes on the side has enough money on her chest, but she is not as leisurely as the proprietress . She fiddled with her abacus and used this ancient way to settle bills for her guests.

When giving change, always give a few spare money.

The guests who settled the account were not stingy with themselves, and they were rewarded to the grandparents and grandchildren of the singing arts.

After all, such an ancient skill has only been seen on TV.

The storyteller, or the girl who sings the horn, is no longer in the rolling trend.

Inside and outside the building, it is so harmonious.

However, this tranquility was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.