got up and washed, Song Zhan went to the knife hall as usual to learn knife skills.

In last night's battle to defend the city, he also used the killing move of the Eight Golden Lock Knife, and with his skills, the effect was surprisingly good.

Usually, this kind of killing move can only be practiced against the stake, and there is no chance of actual combat at all.

This is also the reason why many martial arts are gradually declining, without good actual combat, experience cannot be accumulated, and future generations can only learn from it, and naturally it will only gradually decline.

But last night, in order to catch up with the Earth Tyrannosaurus, he subconsciously used the killing move of the Eight Golden Lock Knife, but Song Zhan got a different feeling.

The technique, angle, and method of exerting force will eventually affect the attack, movement, and so on of the game character.

And even if he didn't use any skills and simply used sword killing moves, Song Zhan believed that at least he could deal at least twice as much damage as ordinary attacks.

This also made Song Zhan awe of the ancient martial arts masters, this kind of trick that has been tempered thousands of times, how much practice and actual combat should have been experienced.

It is even more likely that the desperate battles that put life and death aside are recorded, little by little, with the blood thrown by the enemy as ink, the trembling fingers as the pen, and the dark earth as the pages.

"Brother Zhan, the master called you."

Xiao Wu picked up the wooden knife in his hand, stood beside Zhao Tiancheng, and shouted at Song Zhan.

"Here we are."

Song Zhan wiped his sweat and walked in front of Zhao Tiancheng.

"Master, you're looking for me."

"I saw you last night."

Zhao Tiancheng still looked listless, lying on the recliner and said to Song Zhan with half-closed eyes.

"Did you see me last night?"

Song Zhan was a little puzzled, he didn't go out at all last night, how could the master see him?

Seeing that Song Zhan was a little puzzled, Xiao Wu explained: "Last night, when a few of us watched the live broadcast of Lingxiao City's defense of the city, we saw a warrior in black armor wearing a Shura mask.

At first, we weren't sure, but at the end, Brother Zhan performed the killing move of the Eight Golden Lock Knife, and we confirmed your identity, Brother Zhan, and then we showed this video to the master. ”

"I see!"

Song Zhan listened to Xiao Wu's explanation, and then suddenly realized.

"Yesterday's Jing Death style was a little flawed," Zhao Tiancheng said in a calm tone.

"Please ask the master for advice!"

How could Song Zhan not know what Master Zhao meant, and immediately bowed respectfully.

For a full quarter of an hour, Zhao Tiancheng crushed Song Zhan's Jingdeath-style bits and pieces and explained it clearly to Song Zhan.

At the end, Zhao Tiancheng stood up and stretched out his right hand.

Song Zhan immediately respectfully handed Zhao Tiancheng's saber into his hand.

"I'll perform the Eight Golden Lock Knife Complete Knife Technique again, and it's up to you how much you can comprehend."

After speaking, Zhao Tiancheng's momentum changed, as if he had woken up from a deep sleep from a lion, and the whole person exuded a violent and domineering aura.

"Eight Golden Lock Knives, there are only four killing moves, which are divided into: Life and Rest, Injury Du, Jing Death, and Shock!

Shocked by the heavy speed, the gravity of the death, the heavy momentum of the injury, and the life and rest are unstoppable. ”

While speaking, Zhao Tiancheng came and went in the field with a knife, and the ordinary wooden knife exuded a cold light in his hand at this time, sometimes like a frightening flying, sometimes like a veteran on the battlefield, fighting without calculation.

In the end, Zhao Tiancheng slashed straight with a rolling might, and a tragic and domineering aura of wanting to divide life and death came to his face.

"Click!"

The shoulder of the dummy standing in the cement yard was slashed half a palm-deep by Zhao Tiancheng's wooden knife.

Handing the wooden knife to Zhao Zhiwen, Zhao Tiancheng glanced at Song Zhan, who was deep in thought, and stepped into the room, letting the darkness inside the door swallow his body.

"It's old after all..."

It took half an hour for Song Zhan to wake up from his contemplation.

"Brother Zhan, how is it?"

Seeing Song Zhan wake up, Xiao Wu and the others couldn't help but ask.

Song Zhan said with a smile: "It's a bit of a gain, I'm having a treat this afternoon, and I want to drink whatever I want to order." ”

"Thank you, Brother Zhan!" "Brother Zhan is the most handsome!"

Since Song Zhan came to the Sword Technique Pavilion, they had tried a lot of things they wanted to try but didn't dare to do.

Moreover, Song Zhan often ordered something to eat with them, which was called "replenishing energy".

When Zhao Tiancheng saw it, he couldn't say anything, so he went to Song Zhan.

Anyway, all that is added is energy, and now when a few people are also growing their bodies, the usual consumption is not small, and it's okay to add more.

Time passed slowly in the practice of the crowd.

In the afternoon, Song Zhan, who drove back home, had just put down the key when his mobile phone rang.

When Song Zhan saw it, his heart chuckled, and he pretended not to see it, and he was afraid of killing him.

After struggling, Song Zhan looked at death as if he was at home and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, son, why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Hu Caixia's voice came.

"Ah, Mom, I just got home from work, I was opening the door, and I didn't have time to pick it up," Song Zhan said firmly, not showing that he had gone through some mental struggle.

"I just got home, so hurry up and sit down, is it hard to go to work?"

"It's okay, I've been used to it for a long time, so be it."

After Hu Caixia chatted with Song Zhan about daily life and work again, she finally cleared her throat and prepared to speak.

I still can't hide from it. ’

Song Zhan held his mobile phone and smiled wryly.

"Son, how is the girl you introduced to you by Aunt Zhou before?"

Sure enough, as soon as Hu Caixia opened her mouth, Song Zhan had already guessed what she was going to say.

"Ahh This... Mom," Song Zhan still decided to have a showdown with his mother, "Mom, this didn't happen." ”

"Why didn't it happen! I also watched that girl, she is handsome and has a good personality, did you bully others, or did you not take the initiative at all? ”

I have to say, knowing the son Mo Ruomu.

As soon as Hu Caixia opened her mouth, she guessed Song Zhan's background.

A bunch of cold sweat broke out on Song Zhan's forehead, and his brain spun wildly.

"No, Mom, listen to me, it's like this..."

It took Song Zhan two minutes to explain the whole thing, and in the end, even he didn't know what he was talking about.

"So, what do you mean, neither of you has a crush on each other?"

After listening to Song Zhan's explanation, Hu Caixia asked with suspicion.

"Maybe I've known each other for a short time, but I don't feel much anyway, I guess people are like this."

In the end, Song Zhan looked firm, as if the situation was really what he said.

"Alas, pity me, an old lady, when I'm old, I want to hold a grandchild and live a happy life, why is it so difficult~"

As Hu Caixia spoke, her tone changed.

"What nonsense, Mom, you are so young, why are you so old."

Song Zhan hurriedly denied it, and it was another big string of rainbow farts.

Ten minutes later, after coaxing his mother and hanging up the phone, Song Zhan sighed heavily.

Finally coping with it.

It's still too troublesome to fall in love, get married, have children, or something.

Song Zhan can only say, let it be.

Now, it's still fun to be in the Shenwu period.