Chapter Twenty-Eight: Drawing the Sword

Adhering to the idea of not wanting nothing in vain, Wan Feng did not hesitate to say that he wanted to learn.

Seeing this, Fan Yang showed a smile on Fang Zheng's face.

"Actually, this is not a knife technique, it can only be said to be a knife technique, because when I got it, I didn't have a name, so I called it a knife drawing technique."

Fan Yang stood up and looked back at Wan Feng: "Let's go outside, I'll show you." ”

Wan Feng nodded again and again, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and let Fan Yang go out first.

And he himself followed Fan Yang to the courtyard.

"I'll teach you the art of drawing a knife first, and you'll listen."

Fan Yang first explained some techniques, and after making sure that Wan Feng understood and memorized it, he began to demonstrate.

He took a piece of wood from the yard and set it up in the yard.

He then placed a hand on the hilt of his knife.

"Look at it."

Wan Feng's eyes widened, staring at Fan Yang's movements.

Then he saw only a bright flash of sword.

Fan Yang was still in the same position as before, as if he had never moved.

He turned his head to look at Wan Feng and asked, "Do you see clearly?" ”

At this time, a breeze blew, and a section above the dry wood fell.

With the faint moonlight, Wan Feng saw the smooth incision.

Wan Feng shook his head: "I didn't see it clearly. ”

Even if his strength has greatly improved, he only caught a sword light just now.

I didn't see the trajectory of the knife clearly at all.

The diameter of this dry firewood is only three or five centimeters, and it is already good if it stands upright.

With a casual touch, this dry firewood may fall over.

And Fan Yang's knife drawing technique, after cutting off the upper part, he didn't let it fall.

You can see how fast it is.

The control of strength is also wonderful.

It is really fast, accurate and ruthless.

Such a move is simply terrifying.

Hearing Wan Feng's answer, Fan Yang laughed: "It's right if you don't see it clearly, the sword drawing technique lies in its lightning-fast speed and extremely accurate attack, if it is seen through, then the knife drawing technique will lose its meaning." ”

"Come on, try it yourself."

Wan Feng nodded slightly, recalling the main points Fan Yang had told before, as well as the appearance of Fan Yang when he made a move just now.

Soon, he put his hand on the hilt of the Yanling knife, and then pulled the knife out of its sheath.

Boom!

Yan Ling slashed through the dry firewood.

Although the dry wood was cut off, it also fell.

Wan Feng frowned.

"Very good, you have mastered a lot of points, but you still need to practice, like your ...... here just now"

Fan Yang first encouraged Wan Feng a few words, and then began to guide Wan Feng on specific problems.

Under Fan Yang's unreserved guidance, Wan Feng's progress has been rapid.

Soon, it was midnight.

Fan Yang is going home.

His purpose for this trip has been accomplished.

It's just that Wan Feng's qualifications are not as good as he imagined.

[Wan Feng's comprehension is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but it's just that, he can't be called a genius at all, so how did he practice the Black Tiger Sword Method to the realm of transcendence? ] 】

[Also, how did he comprehend the sword intent before? Could it be that this sword drawing technique does not match Wan Feng? 】

Fan Yang thought as he walked down the street home.

[Forget it, even if he only comprehends the sword intent by chance, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people in a lifetime, as long as his martial arts realm is improved, his combat effectiveness will also surpass that of ordinary martial artists. 】

……

Wan Feng didn't know what Fan Yang thought of him yet, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

His "talent" hasn't been used yet.

"I don't have Yuan Qi now, and the grade of this sword drawing technique has reached the lower grade of the ground level, which is worth my time to hone and learn."

In the absence of Yuan Qi, if you want to quickly master the knife drawing technique, there is no shortcut, only continuous hard practice.

So, Wan Feng stood in the courtyard, shrouded in the moonlight, and began to draw the knife again and again.

Every time I draw a knife, I put my energy into it, and I am extremely focused.

At the same time, after each time, Wan Feng will summarize it as a subject according to his previous reading habits.

Compared with what Fan Yang did before, as well as what he demonstrated, he found out his shortcomings and corrected them.

Once, twice, three times......

After Wan Feng drew the knife hundreds of times, his whole body was already soaked with sweat.

But Wan Feng still had no intention of stopping.

It wasn't until two hundred times that Wan Feng felt that he was almost at his limit, so he stopped.

After rinsing his body with cold water, Wan Feng looked up at the sky, and now it was estimated that it was already two or three o'clock in the morning.

"Hurry up and rest for a while, or it's almost time."

Wan Feng was also a little tired at this time, and fell asleep after taking a shower.

By the time Wan Feng woke up again, he had already seen the sky outside the window.

"it!"

Wan Feng hurriedly got up from the bed, put on a fast-catching costume, and didn't have time to wash, so he ran straight to the county office.

Fortunately, he is now chasing the wind, and his speed is extremely fast.

Finally, they arrived when the servants were about to disperse.

At this time, Xue Li had already left, and Fan Yang was assigning tasks to everyone.

"Yo, just made a little merit, and put up such a big shelf, I don't know that I thought you killed the tiger demon."

Sun Binghu saw Wan Feng running in in a hurry, and said in a strange way.

Wan Feng didn't pay attention to him, this was just a clown jumping off the beam.

He went straight past Sun Binghu and walked towards Fan Yang.

"You ......"

Sun Binghu was angry, he didn't expect that Wan Feng would directly ignore him.

Someone next to him grabbed him: "Forget it, he is proud now, there's no need, and let him be happy for a few days first, the Sanhe Gang is not a vegetarian over there." ”

Sun Binghu bowed slightly, and his mouth was still scolding: "I used to cower, but now I have a little ability to get sideways, what a thing!" ”

"Yesterday's incident was all up to Qi to catch them, let me go and I can also get some credit, he still thinks he is very powerful, and he is a big-tailed wolf here!"

The man next to him was relieved: "There's nothing to be angry about, he offended the people of the Three Rivers Gang, and sooner or later he will die in a stinky ditch." ”

……

Wan Feng came to Fan Yang and said with some embarrassment: "Head, I overslept." ”

"I guessed, you practiced late yesterday, right?"

Fan Yang didn't mean to blame.

He figured out one thing last night, since Wan Feng's comprehension is not outstanding, having such an achievement is probably the result of long-term efforts.

Talent is important, but hard work can't be ignored either.

"Let's go, didn't you say there was a snake demon yesterday? We're going to go to Qi Catcher now. ”