After wearing the Crimson Moon Sword with him, Meng Fan began to continue his cultivation.

Every time he touched a remnant sword, an origin poured into Meng Fan's body.

While feeling the improvement of the kendo physique, these origins were also improving Meng Fan's cultivation speed, and the effect was even better than the pill that the junior sister gave him before.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Meng Fan had been absorbing the remnant sword on the edge of the sword shrine for the past three days.

Absorb more than twenty handles, of which only two memories appear.

Ordinary memories are not worth mentioning.

It is worth mentioning that three days have passed, but Lin Lao has never returned.

This......

couldn't help but make Meng Fan sigh.

No matter what age or cultivation, it is difficult to face life and death.

Meng Fan couldn't help but think of himself, he was not only a traverser, but also an orphan since he was a child, without a father or mother, and without any relatives.

So if something happens to him, no one will worry about him.

Perhaps, the one who is really worried about him is the little junior sister.

Master should be able to count half of it.

As for the others......

It had been several days since Meng Fan was sent to the Sword Shrine, but only the little junior sister had come to see him during this period.

Liu Xuanbing, that guy doesn't count!

None of the remaining juniors came to visit him.

To be honest, in fact, when he thought of this, Meng Fan would also be a little embarrassed and depressed.

He thought that he, the senior brother, was quite competent.

It turns out that I just thought it was my own!

On this day, Meng Fan was still absorbing the origin of the sword at the edge of the sword mound, and Lin Lao still did not come back.

But there was a person who surprised Meng Fan and came.

Not strangers.

It was Li Yihang who came to deliver the Nebula Sword a few days ago.

This kid brought a pot of sake and a roast chicken to Meng Fan.

"Why are you here?" When Li Yihang handed the sake and roast chicken to Meng Fan, Meng Fan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Senior Brother Meng, thank you for taking care of me last time, I'm just a miscellaneous disciple, I don't have anything precious to thank you, I can only take some worthless wine and meat to express my gratitude."

Hearing this, Meng Fan smiled, and took the sake and roast chicken.

If it was something valuable, he was really embarrassed to accept it, but he didn't have any burden to accept this kind of wine and meat.

"Okay, thank you." He said to Li Yihang with a smile.

Although wine and meat are not precious things, he really can't eat them in this sword mound.

"Senior Brother Meng is too polite, I should thank you. If it weren't for you to help me defend against those swords, I don't know what torture I would have suffered when I returned! Li Yihang hurriedly said.

"It's a gesture." Meng Fan shook his head, ripped off a chicken leg and gnawed it.

Then, I poured another sip of sake.

"You kid, it's wine and meat, it's not like you've come to thank me. Say, what else? Meng Fan asked casually.

Nothing to do is not to go to the Three Treasures Palace, this is a truth.

"Forehead ......" Li Yihang's face was a little hesitant, and his posture was extremely twisted.

"If you don't say it, you can go back." Meng Fan didn't have a good airway.

"Senior Brother Meng, I would like to ask you to give me some guidance on swordsmanship." Li Yihang plucked up courage and said.

Under normal circumstances, he should actually call himself a junior brother.

But he felt that he was just a miscellaneous disciple, and he was not qualified to call himself a junior disciple in front of Meng Fan at all.

Therefore, calling oneself the word "I" may seem impolite, but in fact it is a manifestation of extreme inferiority.

"Pointing out the swordsmanship?"

Meng Fan smiled.

"Yes!"

It just so happened that he had long wanted to try the effect of this Yuan Shi Sword Body, but he had been trapped in this sword mound, and he couldn't contact others at all, let alone learn swordsmanship from others.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you practicing?" Meng Fan asked Li Yihang.

"Fallen Leaf Sword Technique." Li Yihang hurriedly replied.

Meng Fan nodded and looked at Li Yihang.

"Sword at me."

When Li Yihang heard this, he didn't hesitate, and immediately pulled out the sword behind his back and slashed at Meng Fan with a sword.

This deciduous sword technique is a low-level sword technique practiced by miscellaneous disciples, and Meng Fan naturally has never learned it, and he doesn't bother to learn it.

But when Li Yihang used the fallen leaf sword technique and slashed at him with a sword, he saw through the details of this fallen leaf sword technique at a glance.

Even at this moment, he directly captured the six loopholes and flaws in Li Yihang's sword.

If it was Meng Fan before, of course, he would be able to catch the flaws in this sword technique, but normally he could only find one place.

Of course, one place is enough.

It's easy to break!

And the reason why the six places were found was naturally the role of the Yuan Shi Sword Body.

The most important thing is that after Li Yihang's sword was cut out, he could basically draw a scoop based on the gourd and learn this sword.

It can even be optimized to make this sword technique stronger.

This is the horror of the Origin Sword Body.

Once someone else's swordsmanship is performed, Meng Fan will almost be able to learn seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Terrifying!

Wicked!!

"Keng~~~~~" a crisp sound.

Meng Fan's two fingers clamped Li Yihang's sword blade.

Then with a flick of his fingers, Li Yihang's long sword suddenly fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

This scene suddenly made Li Yihang's gaze extremely hot.

Because he knew very well that Meng Fan did not exert his cultivation, nor did he use his true qi, so he easily defeated himself.

It's an indescribable gap, like a chasm.

Looking for Senior Brother Meng to guide him, he really didn't find a mistake!

"Pick up the sword." Meng Fan said to Li Yihang.

When Li Yihang heard this, he hurriedly picked up the sword on the ground.

"Look at it." Meng Fan held the Scarlet Moon Sword in his hand and began to use the sword that Li Yihang had just made.

Fallen Leaf Sword

Moreover, it is his improved deciduous sword technique.

Just by looking at it, you have learned and improved your swordsmanship.

A sword slashed out, swept away the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, and instantly brushed past Li Yihang's shoulder.

It rubbed over his shoulder because Meng Fan's goal was there.

If Meng Fan's sword was aimed directly at Li Yihang's throat or heart, then this kid would already be a corpse.

"Do you see clearly?" With a sword slashed out, Meng Fan asked at Li Yihang.

Li Yihang's face was suddenly embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

"Senior Brother Meng, your sword is so fast that I didn't see it clearly."

He knew that what Meng Fan had just performed must be the same deciduous sword technique as himself, otherwise he would not be instructing himself.

However, this really doesn't look like the same swordsmanship in his eyes.

Meng Fan's sword simply had a feeling of being superb.

At least in Li Yihang's eyes, there is a feeling of being superb, shocking.

"Okay, I'll slow down this time, you can see clearly."

Meng Fan unleashed his sword again, and this time, he had slowed down.

After the sword was slashed, he looked at Li Yihang.

"Did you see it clearly this time?"

Li Yihang's face was full of embarrassment, and he shook his head embarrassedly again.