The five-kilogram iron knife was still too heavy for Meng Xuan's physical fitness now, and after swinging the fixed routine of the Chikun Sword Technique ten times, it was already unsustainable, his arms were numb, and he didn't know how the three Lingwu could afford to wield a ten-kilogram iron knife.

"Your iron knife is not being practiced correctly."

A deep male voice sounded on the side, and Meng Xuan turned his head to see that Zhao Chuanwu, who was originally reading a book in the old man's chair, was walking towards him.

"How should I practice the iron sword?"

Knowing that Ling Wu intended to give advice, Meng Xuan asked very sincerely.

Zhao Chuanwu did not answer, but took the iron knife from Meng Xuan's hand and held it in his hand.

Suddenly, the iron knife in his hand slashed at Meng Xuan, as fast as the wind.

A black shadow quickly approached, staying an inch from the center of Meng Xuan's eyebrows, and the strong wind blew his bangs away slightly.

Looking at the iron knife that stayed at the center of his eyebrows and feeling the cold aura emanating from it, Meng Xuan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If it is not well controlled, this speed and strength, combined with the impact force generated by the five-kilogram iron knife, can be considered light after three months of hospitalization.

"This is the strength of Lingwu, the speed of the five-kilogram iron knife swing, I didn't even react at all..."

Meng Xuan looked at Zhao Chuanwu's eyes with solemn eyes.

Zhao Chuanwu seemed to enjoy such a look, handed the iron knife back to Meng Xuan, and asked, "How do you feel?" ”

Meng Xuan thought about it carefully and said, "Control." ”

"Yes, it's control." Zhao Chuanwu cast an appreciative look.

"The real purpose of iron knife training is actually to improve people's control over the knife."

"Only by entering the slightest force can the limited physical strength burst out of the strongest attack, the top knife master, holding a ten-kilogram iron knife, can even accurately kill the flies on the glass without the glass breaking, that is the real horror."

Zhao Chuanwu nodded.

"Has Lingwu ever seen such a master?"

Meng Xuan asked.

"I've only heard of it, but I haven't seen it, this kind of sword master who has almost reached the limit of human beings, there are probably not a few in the entire China Nar Republic, right?"

Zhao Chuanwu sighed.

"Can such a sword master be able to block the guns?"

Meng Xuan asked curiously.

"Guns?" Zhao Chuanwu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I understand what you mean, but the facts are the facts, as soon as the guns go off, the martial arts decline, and the sword master is also a human being, flesh and blood, manpower is sometimes poor, how can he stop the guns?" ”

"Don't think about it so much, practice hard, although the actual combat knife skills are not very popular now, but it is also a useful specialty, you have good qualifications, and you are willing to work hard, maybe you will have some achievements in knife skills."

Zhao Chuanwu patted Meng Xuan on the shoulder, returned to the old chair and lay down, and continued to read.

"Are manpower sometimes poor?"

Meng Xuan was carrying the iron knife, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

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An hour later, after finishing the practice in the sword hall, Meng Xuan dragged his tired body and got on the bus home.

When I got home, it was nearly eight o'clock.

After eating a meat and a vegetarian dish in Aunt Wang's small restaurant downstairs, and went to the street to buy a honey-glazed roasted chicken leg that smelled very fragrant, Meng Xuan returned home.

While eating, he couldn't help but recall Zhao Chuanwu's words in his mind.

Manpower is sometimes poor·····

Is this world really so ordinary?

Meng Xuan calmly put down his chopsticks, swept all the food scraps into the plastic bag, threw them into the trash, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

"There used to be a male deer who walked and walked faster and faster, and finally it turned into a highway!! Hahahahaha! ”

"There was a match, and it always felt that its head was very itchy, and it kept reaching out to scratch it, and it burned itself to death by scratching it!! Hahahahaha! ”

Appearing on the TV screen is a funny show with exaggerated facial expressions and occasional synthesized laughter.

Meng Xuan nodded to change the channel expressionlessly.

"Why are you wearing Eun Wook's clothes?"

The TV screen shows a beautiful woman in a bathrobe talking to a tall ruffian man in his pajamas sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette.

This is a long-form family ethics drama that is currently popular in Chinar, called "The Choice of the Female President".

Meng Xuan continued to change the channel expressionlessly.

This time it went to the news station.

"A 6.3-magnitude earthquake occurred in the Qinjiang area, which was strongly felt, causing hundreds of casualties, and the local emergency disaster prevention plan has been activated..."

"Jinlong City, Xinbei Province has had a number of cases of missing women at night in recent months, and the case is still under urgent investigation.

"Recently, Erna and Kunli held joint military exercises near the waters of Koval in our country, and on the issue of the Koval Islands, our country once again issued a warning to the two countries."

Meng Xuan watched the news with relish.

Although the world has developed information network technology, it is strange that there is no such thing as a strategic weapon of destruction such as nuclear bombs, so there is constant friction between various countries in the world.

The big battles can't be fought for the time being, but because of territorial problems and resource problems, local small battles have been fought one after another, and the espionage war has also been rampant.

Meng Xuan shook his head, nuclear weapons are the power of destruction, but on the other hand, they may also be the power to bring peace.

"Recently, there have been major discoveries in the archaeological community, the site of the prehistoric Essar civilization has been discovered for the first time in the northern Esian region, which is about 6,500 years old, and the legend says that the Essar civilization is one of the derivative civilizations of the Nelson civilization, and this discovery is of great significance for the historical exploration of prehistoric civilizations..."

This news caught Meng Xuan's attention, and he had a strong interest in the prehistoric civilizations of this world since he traveled over, often collecting relevant information in an attempt to find traces of supernatural powers.

The Nelson civilization was part of a prehistoric and mysterious civilization.

Legend has it that this civilization is the embodiment of light, and they are able to communicate with another world and gain extraordinary knowledge from it, so they have established a brilliant civilization, but all traces of them disappeared overnight, and no trace can be found again, only from its derivative civilizations.

Meng Xuan finished reading the news, and then looked at other channels such as the History Channel, wanting to learn more about the archaeological progress of prehistoric civilizations, but he didn't get much information, so he could only turn off the TV in disappointment, thinking that he would find relevant information next time he went to the Internet café.

Looking at the clock, before he knew it, it was already past nine o'clock, Meng Xuan decided to go to wash, and then read a book for an hour to hypnotize, and then he could go to bed.

Walking into the bathroom with a change of clothes, Meng Xuan glanced at the mirror on the sink, remembered the weird hallucinations in the morning, and couldn't help but look closer to the mirror again, and squeezed his eyebrows and made several grimaces.

Doesn't seem to be a problem...

The reflection in the mirror is still faithfully replicating his movements, but he doesn't know why the person in the mirror feels more and more weird and less like himself, and he can't tell where this feeling comes from.

Meng Xuan shook his head, feeling that he might have hallucinated because he had been too fascinated by his exploration of transcendent power recently.

Just as he turned his head to take a shower.

"Meng Xuan······"

A hoarse roar came to his ears, accompanied by an eerie chuckle.