"Merlin, go home. "www.biquge.info After bidding farewell to Salon, Liang Feng dragged his tired body and sat in the carriage and commanded.

"Yes, young master. Merlin replied.

"Wait a minute. Liang Feng, who sensed that something was wrong, pulled the curtain and found that Mai Lin seemed to have his back to him all the time, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the night. "What's wrong with you? Turn your face around. ”

"No, it's okay, young master. Merlin glanced at his face and prepared to drive home.

"Tell me, what's going on with the injuries on your body!" Even if he didn't see it clearly, the faint smell of blood in the air made Liang Feng vaguely guess a little.

"Yes...... Beaten up. "Merlin choked.

"Who?" Liang Feng asked, but in the next second he had an answer in his heart. Not far from his carriage, a coachman was looking at him with a smile. It was the carriage of Duke Varro, the Minister of State, and at this moment, the little coachman was greeting the Minister of State into the carriage, and he did not forget to look at Liang Feng with a sneer when he parted.

"Is that him?"

Feeling the chill in Liang Feng's voice, Merlin didn't dare to hide it.

"Yes. ”

"Do you know him, what is his name, and why did he beat you?" Facing Liang Feng's questioning, Mai Lin felt a little coercion, how could he be an ordinary man and a martial artist?

"This coachman is the cousin of the concubine of the Duke of Varro, and her name is Lao Bu. When we worked as a coachman for Duke Bergila a few years ago, we talked a few times. Today I sent the young master into the palace and was ordered to wait here, but I didn't expect this old cloth to say that the young master was not in front of other minions, I was angry and debated with him, but I didn't expect to be beaten by him and a few of his subordinates. ”

After listening to Merlin's description, Liang Feng, who had always been tough, became even more angry.

"Hmph, Duke Varro! What a trick, you can't wait to make a move when I just came back?" Okay, I remember this account!"

Although Liang Feng had already escaped his anger at this time, he still chose to endure it rationally.

First, this is an important place for the royal palace, and secondly, it is at the peak of the flow of people at this moment. He can't make a move anyway, the one who can come here today is not a reputation behind him, and if he falls into the name of being able to fight, it will be very detrimental to his future development.

"Let's go, I'll settle this account slowly. Glancing at Varro's group as they slowly melted into the darkness, Viscount Liang Feng piled up on the car.

Before I knew it, more than ten days had passed since the last dinner. These days, Liang Feng has basically had no activities except for practicing swords in his own mansion. After seeing him a few days earlier, Salons hurried back to Viddaburg. Before leaving, he told Liang Feng that there was news from the military department that Liang Feng did not need to go back to Vidabao to report on his work, and was waiting for a new order.

Therefore, until the new order came down, Liang Feng couldn't open this villa for half a step.

"Whew!" After practicing a set of natural heart swords that had already been ripe, Liang Feng put away his sword.

Recalling the moves and styles just now, Liang Feng felt a sense of disobedience. It has been more than ten years since he learned this set of Natural Heart Sword, and he has danced this set of sword techniques every morning for the past ten years. Although he has not yet comprehended the true meaning of this set of swordsmanship, he is still far from the realm of perfection, but he can be regarded as proficient in using this set of swordsmanship. In fact, in terms of strength, Liang Feng is already the best among his peers.

But recalling the bits and pieces of sword practice just now, combined with being bullied by a lowly dog a few days ago, Liang Feng felt impatient in his heart for no reason.

In the past two years, every time I used this set of swordsmanship, there was always a strange feeling coming from me. Liang Feng knew that he had encountered a bottleneck.

But every move and style of this set of swordsmanship has long been memorized by myself, and I can recall the bits and pieces of the last time I fought with my grandfather. Doubts kept arising, why did he beat me so easily? Can he point out the weakness of his moves in a few words? And more importantly, what is the difference between himself and his grandfather?

The current strength of Liang Feng is far from reaching the point of ignoring the rules of the mortal world, but at this moment, he is already in a dangerous situation. Two days ago, even a mere coachman dared to laugh at himself, but he was helpless. This is simply a shame! Or is Grandpa right, he doesn't have the strength to fight with others? Anxiety, doubt, anger, and all kinds of negative emotions catalyze, plus Liang Feng, who was already a little impatient, became even more irritable.

"Ha!" With an angry roar, Liang Feng went down with a sword and slashed the grass under his feet. Nothing has changed except for a long sword mark on the grass.

"What's wrong? It looks like you're not in a good mood. Just when Liang Feng was stunned when he looked at the sword marks, Simon was already standing behind him at some point.

"I see, the split, the strength, and the speed are all in place, but the skills still need to be improved. Too much power is consumed in the process of swinging the sword, resulting in a lack of stamina when slashing the ground. In short, the sword just now was just a blow you struck with hatred, and it didn't work for you. Glancing at the sword marks on the ground, Simon commented.

"Oh, and ask Brother Simon for advice. Seeing that his weaknesses were easily seen through by Simon, Liang Feng, who was worried that no one had to guide him, pestered Simon like grasping a life-saving straw. Before the other party agreed, he asked for advice.

"That's good. Simon didn't refuse the other person's request, in fact, Simon is very respectful of those who work hard. "I'll test you first, and tell me about the three major elements that determine the strength of a warrior. ”

"I know that, it's strength, speed and skill. Only a warrior who perfectly controls these three elements will become a high-level warrior and be admired by everyone. Obviously, Liang Feng already knew these simple truths, and when he saw Simon asking, he said them all in one go.

"Then explain to me the meaning of these three elements, if you think of it yourself. Simon accentuated his tone as he said the last two words.

"Strength refers to the amount of strength, the greater the strength, the stronger the attack, and the higher the damage inflicted. Speed refers to how fast or slow an object moves, and the faster the speed, the more attacks you will make, and the greater your first move. Skill can be said to be the flexible use of swordsmanship, after all, swordsmanship is dead, and people are alive, we need to use our own swordsmanship at a specific moment, so that we can turn defeat into victory. Recalling his sword practice experience over the years, Liang Feng came one by one in an orderly manner.

"Very good, your insight is interesting. After hearing Liang Feng's opinion, Simon praised him. "But can you tell me the ratio of the three elements? Which is the most important?"

"This ...... I do not know. Faced with Simon's question, Liang Feng was stunned at first, he didn't know how to answer this question. To be honest, he had never thought about the truth of the three elements, let alone asked him to give a standard answer.