Chapter 222: The Secret Method of Creation. (Above)

Raising his arm slightly, the Xuanyu fan was raised quickly with the blessing of his wrist strength, Mu Chen's expression froze, and his wrist moved, and the blade of the fan fell from above, crossing a black trajectory.

Mu Chen frowned, it was obvious that this time the slash was very jerky, and it felt that the strength, angle, and method were not correct. It's like a novice blacksmith swinging a hammer with an old blacksmith. The simple action of swinging the hammer can be done as long as you can lift the hammer. But put a piece of iron in front of the novice, maybe he can't even smash the piece of iron, but the old blacksmith can close his eyes to hit the source of the iron, not only that, the old blacksmith can use my strength and angle to make the iron essence more pure.

Since I can't see anything with a single slash, then I will do ten slashes, and if I can't comprehend ten times, I will cut a hundred times, and if I can't understand a hundred times, I will do a thousand strokes. Mu Chen's perseverance resurfaced on his face again.

Under the hazy moon, the emaciated young man standing on the hill kept waving the huge fan in his hand, due to the strenuous exercise, the sweat had already wet the young man's clothes, the young man at this time was naked, his fair skin was exposed to the hazy moonlight revealing a strong beauty, this beauty has an extreme sense of contradiction, the young man's posture is very thin, but it has streamlined muscles, on his skin, a series of hideous wounds, intertwined with his entire body.

"Uh... Whew... Phew..."

A rhythmic sound of waving a fan resounded on this silent back mountain, accompanied only by the calm stream, the cold moonlight, the countless insect chirping, and the quiet dense forest and... The dark figure in the depths of the forest.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven.... Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight... Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine... One.... 10,000!"

"Whew... Whew..."

Two and a half hours, waving the fan 10,000 times in a row, Mu Chen did find a lot of his shortcomings in the process of waving the fan, but he really couldn't change it for a while and a half, his left arm was already sore at this time and couldn't be raised, and the Xuanyu fan was put aside, Mu Chen gasped heavily, his vision was blurred, and he had obviously exhausted his physical strength.

A breeze blew, the fire was light or heavy, slow or urgent, Mu Chen subconsciously used his breath to cooperate with the change of this gust of wind, but when his breathing was consistent with this gust of wind, Mu Chen's mood suddenly fluctuated, as if there was an invisible force pulling it, Mu Chen's body stood up so strangely, everything around him became silent, Mu Chen stood in place, his eyes were closed, and his expression was calm like an ancient well.

At this moment, Mu Chen seemed to feel that he was integrated into nature, every branch and leaf, every flower and plant, and every drop of rain and dew were so close to him.

"Boom..."

The calm stream was broken by a drop of rain and dew that gathered on the leaves, and the ripples slowly spread out in all directions, all of which Mu Chen didn't deliberately observe at all, as if he was a gust of wind passing through this area, and everything was clearly transmitted to the depths of his mind.

The blurred vision shifted to the clear night sky full of stars, as if a cloud of mist shrouded thousands of stars, virtual and real, true and false, the bright moon was wrapped in a light veil, everything around him became so dreamy, Mu Chen's heart slowly sank, looking at those psychedelic landscapes, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his mind.

And at the same time as this strange feeling appeared, countless heaven and earth vitality surrounded him as if they liked Mu Chen unusually, constantly circling and dancing, like a jumping fish finding the clear water of the lake.

The black shadow hiding in the depths of the dense forest suddenly exclaimed, and then covered his mouth tightly, and the moonlight happened to shine on this dense forest at this time, and the true face of the black shadow was finally revealed to be Lingyun.

At night, she wanted to go out to see the night view of the distant town here, but when she passed by Bifeng Garden, she found that Mu Chen was carrying a jade box and quickly swept towards the back mountain, which made her already playful heart curious, so she restrained her breath and followed Mu Chen to the back mountain, it doesn't matter, Mu Chen just stood still and showed a fan dance that shocked him, the phantom produced by the giant fan can be superimposed to such an extent, she only glanced at it and thought of four words, absolute defense.

This is nothing, she has tried the weight of the Xuanyu fan in the afternoon, even if she does not apply Yuan Li, it is difficult to lift it, not to mention that Mu Chen is only left and right, and the martial arts realm is only an eight-ring martial artist, and he actually wielded ten thousand slashes in a row in two and a half hours, which is simply an extreme training method.

These discoveries are enough for Ling Yun to judge that Mu Chen's strength is traceable, not by secret methods to improve, but by perseverance, hard work, and diligence, but the next scene made him overturn her cognition, a martial artist has strong perseverance, and it is not terrible to have a diligent heart, which will indeed make him a strong man. But when a persevering and diligent warrior is also extremely talented, then this is an out-and-out demon, once grown, it is by no means comparable to those so-called strong people, they are all super powers that have created an era.

(There are only 27 collections left, but Suifeng will definitely be free and will be on the shelves at the end of the month, so Suifeng hopes to get up tomorrow and see that there are only ten collections left!! begging for collection!)