"Horn!"

The stake opened in response, and the Blood Tiger Sword went from the middle of the stake to the bottom.

"Whew!"

Seeing the stake split into two, one sword and two openings, each half the size of the same, extremely uniform, Yang Ningfeng's right hand wiped a handful of sweat on his face, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

After more than three hours of hard training, he finally succeeded in dividing the stake into two halves equally, although there is still a long way to go from the realm of one sword and nine openings, but now he is still happy.

But happy is happy, too far from the goal, he still needs more hard work, this point, he has always been very clear in his heart, so after a short rest, looking at the wooden stake in front of him that has been restored to its original state again, the blood tiger sword in his hand was raised again, and then split.

One sword, two swords, three swords...... It's been a simple but not easy split, whenever he occasionally sees an uneven split stake, Yang Ningfeng is disappointed, but it arouses his fighting spirit even more, and the speed of the sword will be faster, and another hour has passed, he has counted it, at least there is no deviation in the nearly fifty swords, and each sword can divide the stake equally.

And now, he is getting more and more used to the weight of the Blood Tiger Sword, and with luck, holding it in his hand, except that it still feels a little heavy, it seems that it is not much different from the sword that his father gave him before.

"Now it's time to practice how to shoot three times with one sword!"

Staring at the stake, Yang Ningfeng muttered to himself, raised the sword again, and then slashed down.

The stakes, still divided in two.

Yang Ningfeng swung his sword again, but it was still divided into two, and after splitting nearly a hundred swords in a row, Yang Ningfeng frowned, stared at the wooden stake for a long time, and after a while, he looked up at the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit who was extremely comfortable in the rocking chair: "Senior......"

He just shouted, and before he could continue, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit had already said leisurely: "Actually, the principle of dividing into two is the same as dividing into nine, the only difference is the speed of your sword, I used to open one sword and nine swords, it looks like one sword, but in fact I am already eight swords." After that, there was no more follow-up.

But his words were actually very clear, but Yang Ningfeng, who understood it, frowned tighter, and his face was full of bitterness. The weight of the Blood Tiger Sword, he can now easily raise it with his left hand, and then split the stake into two He already feels that it is not easy, now, he still needs to use the sword twice as fast as before, then after that, wouldn't he want to make the sword eight times faster than before?

Eight times faster, what kind of concept is this! Yang Ningfeng even felt that when he came out of the sword eight times faster than his current sword, then there was no need to practice any sword moves at all, when he met an opponent, he swung a sword, in fact, he had already swung eight swords, and at such a speed, it would be difficult for the opponent to take it!

Again, since the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit can do it, Yang Ningfeng feels that he can do it too.

So the hand holding the sword tightened again, and the vitality energy in the body was running rapidly. He didn't need the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit to explain, he could think of it now, if he wanted to make the sword fast, first of all, he didn't want the weight of the Blood Tiger Sword to become a burden, he only felt that the Blood Tiger Sword was getting lighter and lighter, and he could appear faster and faster.

This kind of sword practice, it is said that he is practicing the sword, but in fact, it is also the process of his training strength and qi, and he finally understands why he is obviously practicing the sword, but he feels that the growth rate of the vitality in his body is much faster than the progress of his sword practice.

"If I want the sword to become lighter, the only possibility is that my strength increases, my cultivation increases, and when my cultivation is so strong that the weight of the Blood Tiger Sword is like a feather in my hand, I will be able to reach the speed of eight swords in an instant, or even faster. ”

A sense of realization emerged in Yang Ningfeng's mind, and his mouth couldn't help but evoke a little loneliness, and a resolute light appeared on his face.

"Drink!"

A sword slashed, and the sword went straight to the bottom of the pile, but when the pile had not been separated left and right due to cracking, Yang Ningfeng's second sword had already swung out again.

However, the second sword slashed directly into the air, because, by the time his second sword slashed down, the stake had already been separated by the first sword, so that his second sword had no time to touch the stake, and the stake had already separated and fell to the ground.

It's just that Yang Ningfeng didn't see it, although his second sword failed to successfully split the stake, but the face of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit lying on the rocking chair was already a satisfied smile, he knew that Yang Ningfeng had completely comprehended what he said, and knew how to count the stakes, and now what was lacking was only the speed problem.

"This son has a good understanding, and he is willing to work hard, it seems that it is not impossible to reach that level......" The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit thought secretly in his heart, but soon put aside his distracting thoughts, and hummed his song again in his mouth!

And Yang Ningfeng is now immune to the humming voice of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, just like the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit is now just lying quietly on the rocking chair, it has no effect on his sword practice.

And in fact, it should be replaced now, it was he who influenced the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit to sing, because, every time Yang Ningfeng made a sword, he was used to shouting, as if he didn't have the strength to make a sword.

The time in the Blood Tiger Space passed in Yang Ningfeng's continuous hard training, and finally, the spar energy was exhausted, and Yang Ningfeng came out of the Blood Tiger Space.

As soon as he came out, he felt as if the whole person was falling apart, feeling as if he had been pricked by a needle, every muscle seemed to be trembling, and the most terrifying thing was the left arm, as if it no longer belonged to him!

Now he was lying flat in a small grove, and in the sky, the stars were already twinkling, and the hooked moon hanging in the night sky was already turning westward.

"It should only be two or three hours until dawn!"

Yang Ningfeng said secretly in his heart, then gritted his teeth and sat up with a little difficulty.

Shout!

Seeing Yang Ningfeng sit up, Xiao Jinxiu, who had been sitting beside him, jumped on his shoulder.

"Thank you for keeping watch for me for so long. Tired, now it's almost dawn, you hurry up and get some sleep, and we'll leave as soon as the morning dawns. ”

Yang Ningfeng turned his face, looked at Xiao Jin on his shoulder and said.

When Xiao Jin heard this, he jumped down again, and then jumped directly to a tree next to him, and then found a forked trunk, lay down, and fell asleep in a very comfortable posture.

"After a day's journey, I don't know how far we are from Wushi Town now? It's all to blame on this old guy, saying that he won't let me hire a carriage for anything, saying where he doesn't practice, when he doesn't practice, and it's healthier to walk more. Knowing that I was in a hurry to go to Wushi Town to see if I could help me any more, I was forced to walk. Otherwise, with the groom leading the way, I might have arrived in Wushi Town by now, and I would still be suffering in this small village and forest where I don't know what the hell......"

Looking at Xiao Jin, who was asleep, Yang Ningfeng felt that the sleeping speed was even better than that of a pig. Smiled and shook his head, sat cross-legged, muttered in his mouth, and finally, his voice gradually became smaller until he calmed down, and he, his expression became serene, and he had slowly entered the state of cultivation.

It's just that now he is in the wild, and there may be danger at any time, or people, or demon beasts will appear at any time, so he doesn't dare to enter the deep cultivation, but is just doing some pranayama cultivation to drive away the soreness in his body now......

The sky finally lit up, and the east was slightly white.

Yang Ningfeng slowly opened his eyes, and then brushed his hair a few times with his hand.

After sitting in the forest all night, the dew was already wet with my hair, and not only that, but even the clothes on my body felt wet.

stood up, stretched his limbs, and glanced at Xiao Jin, who was still sleeping on the tree, Yang Ningfeng saw that Xiao Jin was sleeping so soundly, so he didn't wake him up immediately, but put on a posture, and a set of punches slowly unfolded.

He hit the Yang family's leopard punch. Although he has now cultivated the powerful Balong Fist, Yang Ningfeng has not given up the practice of the family heirloom boxing method.

Because, this is a family heirloom, he will never give up because of its weakness, on the contrary, Yang Ningfeng has a goal, that is, he wants to continue to improve the Leopard Chong Boxing, to carry forward the Leopard Chong Boxing, he looks forward to one day, the name of the Leopard Chong Boxing can resound throughout the Chongyuan Continent and become a well-known boxing method.

Whew!

The boxing method is still the same set of boxing methods, but with the enhancement of Yang Ningfeng's current strength, this set of leopard punches is also whirring in his hands, and the sound of wind and thunder is looming, and the sound is not small. Now the leopard punch he played, whether it is charm or power, is no longer comparable to Yang Lei and Yang Zhengcheng, and even now he is in the harmony of the leopard punch and the power of the leopard punch, which has been on the leopard punch shown by Yang Xuanhong in the selection competition at that time.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the fist shook violently, and then like a hungry leopard preyding, it was smashed forward, feeling as if this punch was a fierce leopard, and the strength of the fist brought up a fierce momentum.

"Practicing swords like this, even if I can't practice the Nine Xuan Tu God Sword Technique in the end, I'm afraid that I can reach an unmatched height in fist technique, and my current strength is simply more than twice that of an opponent of the same level. ”

A punch with all his strength, although it is not a Tyrannosaurus fist, it is just a leopard punch, it is still an amazing strength, an amazing sense of strength, Yang Ningfeng is a little shocked by his current strength in his heart.

No matter who it is, he always holds a sword weighing more than three hundred catties to cultivate, and it is strange that his strength is not strong.

I don't know if it's because of the impact of Yang Ningfeng's punch just now, after Yang Ningfeng closed his fist, when he muttered softly, Xiao Jin woke up, and then jumped down from the tree.

"Let's go wash our faces first, and then let's go!"

Seeing that Xiao Jin was not sleeping, Yang Ningfeng walked forward.

He chose to spend the night in this grove precisely because there was a small pool with crystal clear water near the grove.

When he arrived at the edge of the pool, after Yang Ningfeng finished washing his face, Xiao Jin jumped directly into the pool.

By the time Xiaojin got up, Yang Ningfeng was already full. Of course, it was impossible for him to starve Xiao Jin, and with a flip of his wrist, a shuttle of bananas smashed into Xiao Jin's head.

It is convenient to have a purple spirit space, and when he passed through a small town at noon, Yang Ningfeng bought a lot of food and put it in it.

Seeing the banana, which is Xiao Jin's favorite, he immediately let out a cheer, grabbed the banana with both arms, and then jumped to Yang Ningfeng's shoulder.

"Horn!"

A banana peel falls to the ground.

An unscrupulous, shameless, and immoral guy has begun to appear again!

Crossing the grove is a road where two carriages can walk side by side without any problems.

Coming out of the woods, standing on the side of the road, looking left and right, there were few pedestrians on the road, but on the left there was a convoy of about twelve or thirteen people coming this way. So Yang Ningfeng's heart moved, this convoy seemed to be from some kind of caravan, the caravan is generally out all the year round, and he must know how far it is from Wushi Town.

The convoy was getting closer and closer, and when it was about to reach him, Yang Ningfeng stepped forward.

"What for?"

However, Yang Ningfeng stood on the side of the road, he had already attracted the attention of the caravan, and was guessing his identity. A middle-aged man waved his hand, signaling everyone not to be impulsive, and then took two steps forward, holding the sword in his hand tightly, staring at Yang Ningfeng, and shouted in a deep voice.