Chapter 780: Hands-on Teaching

"I've obviously improved a lot of my strength now, and I rarely cough at night, shouldn't you teach me the next step of cultivation?"

Tan Su didn't have a good tone, and he was still lingering on the joke.

Yan Yunting didn't speak, just smiled and gestured out his index finger: "Let me touch the bottom again?" ”

Tan Su took out a handkerchief and wiped it back and forth on Yan Yunting's index finger several times before holding his hand.

"You didn't have that much cleanliness last time."

"You're single all year round, and you don't have a woman by your side, who knows what dirty things you've done with this hand?"

Maybe it was the blessing of anger, this time she easily broke Yan Yunting's index finger, and after succeeding, she clapped her hands: "How?" Is it making rapid progress? ”

"Don't be too complacent, in the past, the dogs in our village could run out of thirty or forty miles in one breath," Yan Yunting said, and asked again:

"I don't know what the magic weapon used by the fairy is to find it?"

Tan Su said: "We in the Medical Valley rarely fight, and we don't deliberately refine magic weapons, we usually use spirit swords to defend ourselves. ”

Yan Yunting said, "Take out the spirit sword." ”

Tan Su conjured the spirit sword.

Yan Yunting held the spirit sword in his hand, weighed it, and shook his head: "You monks are really lazy, even the spirit sword is so light, if it is used for chopping, I am afraid it is not as good as a kitchen knife." ”

Tan Su emphasized: "We are using a flying sword, a sword quenched in aura, and it can also open a golden broken stone!" ”

"I know," Yan Yunting said, "But what I want to teach you now is to use a sword to enter the Dao and use a sword to condense your true qi, which is completely different from a flying sword, you must use your hand to split!" ”

Yan Yunting made a "split" posture.

"Cut!"

Yan Yunting made a "chop" gesture.

"Thorn!"

"Pull!"

"Turn!"

"Leave!"

"Swing!"

The wind is dazzling.

"You're going to repeat what I just did?" Yan Yunting threw the sword to Tan Su.

Tan Su took the sword, learned to draw the same scoop, chopping and piercing and turning, the posture was the same, but it was weak, and she herself wondered: "Why is there a wind when you cut, but I can't make it at all?" ”

"That's what you're going to learn next, Sword Qi."

"Isn't it really angry? Why did it suddenly turn into sword qi again? ”

"I also told you just now, 'enter the Tao with a sword', gather qi with a sword," Yan Yunting took the spirit sword again and gently stabbed forward, "Choke!" There was a sword roar, accompanied by a gust of air:

"True Qi is just the name of our martial cultivation, and before you step into the Xuan Realm and become a real martial cultivator, the thing you practice is called 'internal force';

Whether it is internal strength or higher-level true qi, it is definitely not something that can be refined overnight, let alone a novice like you who has never been exposed to martial arts;

If you only rely on your bare hands to refine your internal strength, not only will it take time, but you will also have to endure the torment that ordinary people can't endureβ€”"

"Don't look at me thin, in fact, I'm not afraid of hardship at all." Tan Su said confidently.

"That's because you underestimated the cruelty of human martial arts," Yan Yunting said:

"There is a trick called 'Iron Head Gong', the cultivation method is to hit the stone and steel with the head until the head is calloused on the head, and if you want to practice this skill, you don't know how many times the scalp will be broken and how much blood will be shed;

There is also an iron sand palm, which is heated with a hot fire, and the hands are used as shovels to stir-fry until they are melted into rust;

These are not cruel, if you want to practice divine skills, you must first 'swing the sword from the palace', self-castration, tsk-"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, it's really shocking!" Tan Suke scratched his arm vigorously.

"That's why I first taught you to condense the sword qi, and then use the sword path to consolidate and condense the true qi," Yan Yunting said: "In fact, the sword qi trigger is very simple, there is no other shortcut to speak of, just two words 'swing the sword' - when you swing the sword a hundred times, you may only be able to cut down a humble grass, but if you swing the sword a thousand times, maybe you can cut down a small tree, so, ten thousand times!" 100,000! A million down! The strength of your sword will become more and more precise, and it will also become faster and tougher! ”

He threw the sword back to Tan Su, and pointed to a small tree as thick as a fist not far away: "Go, don't use spiritual power, just use the sword, and see if you can cut it off." ”

"What's so hard about that?" Tan Su confidently walked to the tree, raised his hand and slashed down with a sword-

"Crunch!" The sword, as expected, really got stuck in the trunk of the tree.

"This ...... How can it be? She couldn't pull it out after two hard strokes, so she kicked the trunk with one foot, riveted enough strength and pushed it out, but the force was too great, and she staggered back a few steps, her heel mixed with her ankle, and she fell down with her head.

"Ouch!" This is not an easy one.

Yan Yunting stood behind her with a smile, bending down to look down: "It doesn't seem to be so easy, right?" Tansu fairy? ”

Tan Su stood up with his buttocks, snorted, held the sword in both hands and slashed at the small tree again, "Boom...... more than a dozen swords went down, and the leaves shook brightly, and he barely cut off the trunk "with belt bones".

"Damn, such a small tree is so tough, Mom. ......She couldn't help but curse again, and when she reacted, she secretly glanced back at Yan Yunting.

Yan Yunting said with a smile: "Your sword gesture, if you give you a field of rape flowers, you will definitely not have a single plant left, but for harder trunks, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

Tan Su said stubbornly: "I usually use spiritual power to control flying swords, and it's the first time to use a sword to chop like this, and it's obviously unfamiliar to keep chopping." ”

Yan Yunting smiled and asked, "Would the fairy mind letting me teach by hand?" ”

Tan Su was pleased: "If you want to impart knowledge, why not? It's just that you are not allowed to take the opportunity to touch it. ”

Yan Yunting was close to Tan Su's back, clasped her waist, grasped her small hand, held her waist with her small hand, and enveloped her whole person into her arms, the difference in height, his chin against her fragrant shoulder, if it was that obstructive fence, the pink neck and the scenery under the collar must be obvious.

"You're too close......" Her voice was a little numb, mixed with a little excitement.

"If you keep your attention on physical contact, you can't learn this sword." Yan Yunting raised Tan Su's hand holding the sword, and taught in his ear: "The sword in the right hand, the blade is downward, make a steady step, the waist is slightly to the right, raise the sword high, look at the target, make a decision immediately, and cut out with a swordβ€”β€”"

"Huh!"

The sword is like a streamer, fast as lightning!

"It's not broken...... Is it hollowed out? Tan Su lifted the fence and stared at the still, still tree trunk with wide eyes.

"Wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for a gust of wind."

"Hoo ......"

Just as a gust of mountain wind hit, there was a crisp "click", and the trunk of the tree was neatly broken.

"That's amazing!"

She exclaimed excitement and looked back at the . . The resolute and resolute side face, as well as the deep and bright eyes, instantly seemed to fall into the abyss, worship, obsession, admiration, and even the breath became warm.

The two looked at each other for a moment, were silent for a moment, and were still for a moment.

"What are you thinking? Why don't you speak? Tan Sujiao greeted her.

"Let me touch your bottom again."

"Bang dang!"

The big hand loosens the small hand, the small hand loosens the sword, and the sword falls to the ground.

(To be continued...... οΌ‰

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