The sky was slightly bright, and the dull room was still dull, but in the dull atmosphere, Ye Fan's heart was happy.

At this moment, it wasn't that he had any feelings, nor that he was so excited in his heart, he was just very calm in his heart, and his young and handsome face like a knife was written with a deep coldness.

Everything seems to be destined to happen.

After waking up, with the Dao of the Sword Soul by his side, Ye Fan's self-confidence in his heart became stronger.

He didn't tell anyone about it, and he didn't plan to tell anyone.

"The Way of the Sword Soul" is not a complete exercise, and even, if you quench the knife with hard work, if you don't live, you will die!

It's just that at this moment, the handsome young man's face is like that of a dying old man, his eyes are deep, and in that deep gaze, there is extreme firmness.

"The Way of the Sword Soul", with the cultivation of the most powerful sword attack, is not to cultivate the knife technique, but to cultivate the sword soul, with the soul of the person, replace the sword soul, and cultivate the whole person into a flying knife!

The sword spirit is your own soul!

The soul of oneself is the soul of the knife, and the two become one, the knife destroys people, and the knife destroys people!

Therefore, a good knife is very important!

However, for Ye Fan, when he didn't find a powerful knife, he wouldn't have tempered the knife at all.

After pondering for a long time, looking at the imperfect skill in his hand, Ye Fan hesitated, and after thinking about it, Ye Fan made a bold and unbelievable decision - to cultivate himself into a knife!

With such a decision, Ye Fan completely abandoned his plan to temper the sword soul with a knife.

In the following days, Ye Fan always closed himself in this dull room, he did not choose to cultivate immediately, but continued to read the thirteen volumes of the sword soul, constantly perceived, constantly scrutinized, and constantly recorded his cognition.

Three years, three whole years, with Ye Fan's knowledge and perseverance, he has not cultivated this sword soul path for three years, but after three years of almost sleepless understanding, his understanding of this sword soul is not even worse than that of Chen Aotian.

Today, three years later, Ye Fan still has an indifferent face, but his body has grown a lot taller, his body is thin, his face is a little pale, and his whole person is a little sickly.

And today, Ye Fan finally decided to start practicing the way of the sword soul.

The way of the sword soul is actually a kind of way of dominating the sword, and the way of the knife that completely exerts the strength of the knife to the extreme is the little leaf flying knife that Ye Fan imagined in his heart, and he is afraid that he can't match the way of the sword.

On the rivers and lakes, there are many people who use knives, and those who use hidden weapons are even more numerous, but those who use knives are not many in number and their strength is not strong.

Ye Fan's heart began to sink into the way of the sword that he had been familiar with countless times, and suddenly, he sensed the energy in all parts of his body with the dantian as the square circle in his heart.

This sense of qi, now, Ye Fan only moved slightly, so he firmly grasped this induction, and then began to practice the exercise with the path chosen by the way of the sword, because of the extreme familiarity with the body and the extreme familiarity with the exercises, and even more so in the mind Countless times, so this exercise, although painful, is extremely smooth.

Countless mystical meridians, under the impact of weak but spiral-like energy, were all unblocked.

From the Zhangmen, along the way Huiyao, Taixu, Pumping Chong, the first, Qidu, Zuyao and other mystical veins, in one fell swoop!

During this period, even if he vomited three liters of blood, even if the whole consciousness was confused, even if the pain from the extreme flesh penetrated deep into the bone marrow and soul, Ye Fan did not let out a wail, cold sweat was already viscously attached to his body, Ye Fan was unmoved.

"Whew-"

A black turbid breath suddenly erupted, Ye Fan's whole person suddenly became refreshed, his eyes became more profound, and a awe-inspiring aura flickered in his pupils all the time, but it immediately went to nothingness.

At this moment, Ye Fan's heart suddenly swelled with countless pride.

Almost, he wanted to open his mouth and howl to vent the irritability and pleasure in his heart after clearing the blockage.

However, silently calmed down and continued to sort out the opened meridians, the induced airflow was almost growing geometrically, and the veins that were damaged by the opening were quickly recovered in this strong airflow.

At the same time, the feeling of discomfort has disappeared.

The way of the sword soul, the first realm, the sword intent, the first weight, has been completed!

The cool airflow energy gradually flowed through the heart, the whole person was comfortable for a while, and the consciousness seemed to have grown a lot, and the six senses such as vision were also strengthened a lot, but the feeling of blockage that appeared in the heart from time to time did not appear again.

In this way, Ye Fan has already understood that the era of waste materials, which was born with no pulse, has gone away from him.

Looking at the layer of dark mud-like impurities on his body, Ye Fan went directly into the bathroom of the side room, here, at a certain time, his own maid sent hot water for bathing.

After washing, wearing a cyan silk gown, Ye Fan looked at himself in the mirror, about one meter six or five tall, thin figure, under the immature face of the thirteen-year-old age, it looked as simple as jade, with a slightly blood-colored handsome face, star-like eyes, it was really a handsome young man with a jade tree in the wind.

Ye Fan was in a good mood at the moment, after the first level of cultivation of the sword intent was completed, his strength increased greatly, and the mood that was originally a little gloomy and depressed also disappeared.

His eyes suddenly shot out a trace of knife-like cold gaze, and a good dark iron knife hanging on the bathroom wall suddenly trembled, and then, Ye Fan lightly stepped under his feet, and in a flash, his figure suddenly appeared in front of the wall, and his right hand probed like an afterimage, "Hum ~~~" sounded, and the dark iron knife suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's hand.

With the first realm of sword intent, Ye Fan's strong cognition is naturally not a problem for making a knife.

The weight of the Xuantie knife is eight catties and four taels, and the average martial arts master naturally doesn't care about this weight, but for Ye Fan, who was very weak before, this knife is not something he can bear, and now, with a slight force in his right hand, the entire Xuantie knife suddenly buzzed and trembled, and the huge trembling power of the blade body, if the average master sees it, he will definitely be shocked beyond measure, just this trembling power, I am afraid that it is no less than a hundred catties!

However, at this moment, Ye Fan easily controlled this dark iron knife, the blue-brown blade, with Ye Fan's robe, had the demeanor of a desert swordsman.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect it, I didn't think of it! Knife intent, for the control of this knife, it can be done so freely! ”

Ye Fan muttered to himself, and a wild bee flew from the window, the speed was a little fast, and in a moment, it landed on the bath bucket.

Ye Fan looked at it intently, and in front of him, he only saw a trace of a yellow-black oval belly, and under the belly, it was pointy, and from time to time there were delicate needle-like things poking out.

With a burst of sword intent in his heart, the long knife suddenly trembled, and the huge out-of-body force suddenly came into being, and the long knife suddenly came out of the body!

With a slight wave of his left hand, the poisonous bee was frightened, and suddenly shot out, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with cold light, and the Xuantie knife in his hand turned into an afterimage, and it was immediately cut out!

"Whew!"

The Xuantie Knife trembled slightly, and this Xuantie Knife, which was as sharp as clay, killed the poisonous bee under the knife almost instantly!

The power of this knife is no less than the full force of a second-rate master.

It's just that at this moment, Ye Fan doesn't know how strong his strength is, and he doesn't know what kind of realm he has reached, but he knows that there are less than five years left before the family competition!

For the glory of the family, thinking of his father's rickety figure, the white hair on his sideburns, and the vicissitudes of wrinkles, Ye Fan's heart twitched, and then thought of the cute appearance of his little sister Ye Fu, and this determination not to let his relatives die in the battle became even stronger.