Mo Bufan had no choice but to take care of the night, hurriedly went out, and according to the requirements of Feng Tian, he prepared ten stainless steel long swords with scabbards, and the money for preparing these long swords was a drop in the bucket for Mo Bufan, and it was not worth mentioning.

After getting ready, Mo Bufan rushed to a place in his memory overnight, which was a mine managed by the Mo family, and the ore in it had already been mined, and now it was completely abandoned, not to mention people, and the traces of wild beasts were rarely seen.

And in order to facilitate the mining of ore, a canal was specially dug, and after a few decades, instead of drying up, the former canal has become a waterfall, which just meets the conditions of Fengtian.

That place was more than thirty miles away from Tiandong City, Mo Bufan didn't ride a horse, it was already a big night, he didn't want to alarm anyone, his speed was extremely fast, even if it was a difficult mountain road, he only took half an hour to reach the abandoned mine.

No one has been here for too long, and there are weeds all around, so Mo Bufan used great speed to clear a clearing necessary for sword practice.

In fact, Mo Bufan has a lot of questions, he doesn't understand why the teacher did this, he feels that the teacher is making a big fuss, but since it is his first request to the teacher, he has to abide by the corresponding rules.

......

After Mo Bufan cleaned up the weeds, everything was ready, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Teacher, what level of swordsmanship and martial arts should I cultivate?" ”

"Who said we should practice martial arts?" Rhetorical question.

"If I don't practice martial arts, do I want to practice basic sword styles, teacher, don't be kidding?" Mo Bufan was a little speechless, could it be that the teacher was going to let himself start practicing from the basic sword style, so when would he be able to improve his strength.

"Do you think you have the qualifications to cultivate the Basic Sword Style? Don't think about it so beautifully, you haven't reached the level of cultivating basic sword style. "Feng Tian returned.

Mo Bufan was very angry, he was despised by the teacher again, although this is a common thing, but today it is difficult for him to endure it, he comprehended the true meaning of boxing at the age of fifteen, and practiced the first style of a local boxing method to Dacheng, less than sixteen through the twelve main bloodlines, breaking the boundaries of mortal bodies, opening up the Yuan Sea at the age of sixteen, no matter which one is placed in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he is a top genius, so many are concentrated on himself, the teacher actually said that he has no qualifications to practice the basic sword style, which he can't bear.

"Why, if you think I'm wrong, then you can practice it yourself! I don't care. Feng Tian felt Mo Bufan's anger, and he directly released cruel words, leaving Mo Bufan to fend for himself.

As soon as Feng Tian's words came out, Mo Bufan was like a wilted flower, and he had no spirit at all.

"Teacher, what should I practice first?" Mo Bufan's tone was very aggrieved, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"The teacher doesn't look down on you, it's because the teacher can afford you and thinks you're a good seedling, so he starts from the most basic things, don't think that you have seen some of the swordsmanship and martial arts in your world, after a few days of sword playing, and killing some people with the sword, you think that you are already a sword cultivator, your world, 100,000 sword players, it's good to be able to produce a sword cultivator, the rest of the people are not sword cultivators, they just use swords, not even sword masters, do you want to be one of them?" Feng Tian's words re-established Mo Bufan's confidence and allowed him to sweep away his decadence.

"Teacher, I know, of course I want to be a real sword cultivator, what should we practice first?" The teacher's words are to let him understand a meaning, the nine-story platform starts from the ground.

"Practice this first."

A little bit of light flew into Mo Bufan's brain and integrated into Mo Bufan's mind.

Mo Bufan closed his eyes and carefully felt what the teacher gave him.

When he sank his mind into that little light, it was as if he had come to another world. In the middle of heaven and earth, there was a man dressed in white and his hair covering the man's face, and the man drew his sword, as if he was waiting for him.

When Mo Bufan's eyes looked at him, the sword in the man's hand was pulled out violently, this sword was like thunder, one blow would kill, this sword was as fast as lightning, cutting through the space.

Mo Bufan was obviously far away from that person, but he felt that the sword might come to him at any time, and his whole body was stabbed by the sharp sword momentum, as if thousands of swords pierced his skin, and they were about to pierce into his body, even if his own powerful body, I couldn't stop it at all.

Just when he felt like he was going to die, his mind suddenly returned to reality, he was sweating profusely, panting, and more tired than having experienced a big battle.

Feng Tian saw that Mo Bufan had woken up, and immediately asked, "What did you feel?" ”

"It's so fast, it's so strong, it's like thunder and lightning, it's impossible to resist." Mo Bufan replied.

There was some horror in his eyes, he hadn't completely come back to his senses, the moment the man drew his sword just now, he was only one step away from death, if he hadn't woken up fast enough, his consciousness would have been killed, and he would have died.

Even if he woke up, he was still broken by that sword.

Feng Tian felt Mo Bufan's mood, this was exactly the result he wanted.

"From today onwards, you will practice sword drawing according to that action, the movements must be standard, you are not allowed to use vitality, and you will not stop until you have no strength." Feng Tian at this moment is a real strict teacher.

Mo Bufan didn't refute, nor did he ask the teacher how far he needed to practice, as long as he met the teacher's requirements, the teacher would naturally let him stop.

Mo Bufan took out the stainless steel long sword and made the same movement as the person he had just seen, pressing the hilt of the sword with both hands and clenching his fingers.

Draw the sword, unsheath the long sword, swing forward, and retract the sword.

Nothing happened, nothing was as fast as lightning, no thunder, let alone a sword.

The sword just now, Mo Bufan's movements were not fast, nor slow, and he didn't use his vitality, it was just a very ordinary sword drawing action, and anyone who used a sword would.

There were some changes in posture, Mo Bufan had to adjust it, and then draw his sword again, swing forward, and retract his sword. Every time he did this move, his posture would become messy, and then he would stop to adjust his posture.

Mo Bufan used his sword very hard every time he drew his sword, almost always using the maximum force he could, and he kept repeating this set of movements.

The sword drawing action gradually gets better, and the change in posture gradually decreases, until a set of movements is completed, and the person's posture will not change.

Drawing the sword became smoother and smoother, but Mo Bufan did not deliberately speed up the speed of each movement, and still maintained the speed at the beginning.

Fifty times, one hundred times, one hundred and fifty times.

Feng Tian didn't shout to stop, and Mo Bufan didn't stop.

Two hours later, the sword was drawn nearly 5,000 times.

The simple sword drawing technique is so simple that anyone can do it, but when Mo Bufan practiced it more times, he realized that the sword drawing technique was not simple.

Every time the trajectory, strength, and speed of the sword are not exactly the same as the last time, there will always be some deviations, sometimes a little bit worse, but the feeling of drawing the sword is completely different, it feels very wrong, and the sword drawing that should be smooth becomes a little depressing.

"It's time to speed things up." Feng Tian's words sounded faintly.

Mo Bufan got the permission of the teacher, and the speed of drawing the sword increased sharply, and the speed of each sword drawing, swinging the sword, and returning the sheath was twice as fast as between, and the sound of the sword was endless, forming a harmonious movement with the sound of the waterfall.

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The next morning, Mo Bufan was still in the same posture and drew his sword, his feet had already sunk into the mud, but he didn't know it. Still practicing the art of drawing a sword on his own.

After practicing until noon, Mo Bufan couldn't hold on any longer, his hands couldn't be raised, his legs seemed to be fixed, and he could only stiffen in a half-squatting posture. Unable to support his body anymore, Mo Bufan fell directly to the ground, from last night to now, he has drawn his sword tens of thousands of times, and his body feels that it is not his own.

Tens of thousands of times of drawing the sword, the scabbard has long been tattered, Mo Bufan was scratched by the long sword left and right, originally with his physical strength, such a long sword could not scratch him at all, but he drew the sword too fast, too many times, tens of thousands of times to hit the same place, or break the skin.

Without the teacher's permission, he didn't even dare to use his vitality to recover.

Feng Tian was still quite satisfied, and Mo Bufan held on a little longer than he estimated.

"What do you think about sword drawing?"

Drawing his sword tens of thousands of times, Mo Bufan didn't always draw his sword, he was also thinking. I have some new understanding of sword drawing.

"The true meaning of sword drawing is to be fast, accurate, and concentrated, which is my current perception." Mo Bufan answered truthfully, this is all his current perceptions, without the slightest reservation.

"Got it, can you do it?" Feng Tian asked, obviously recognizing Mo Bufan's comprehension.

"Restore with vitality and try a stone."

Mo Bufan was allowed to operate, the vitality in his body operated, and the vitality traveled all over his body, and in less than a moment, his body fully recovered, and there was no trace of soreness in his body.

A harrier turned over, Mo Bufan's feet fell steadily to the ground, and he still held the broken scabbard of the steel longsword in his hand, the wound had recovered as before, he took out a brand new scabbard, put the steel longsword into the new scabbard, and turned to look for a stone that was strong enough.