The sword and the flying are naturally chic and elegant, moving and pretentious, shuttling for nine days, but it is easy to see other people's swords, and it is really my turn to find that it is not so easy, just a skill to control the speed of the flying sword, so that Fang Gui does not know how many heels he has fallen.

However, even if it took a whole day and his nose and face were swollen, Fang Gui was now only able to step on the flying sword and float forward slowly, without being thrown down by the flying sword, and he couldn't even control the flying sword to accelerate or spin at will, let alone those difficult actions such as rushing to the ground, moving around the gap, flashing left and right, and turning in distress.

What's more, these are just the most basic moves of Edgeworth, and the mysteries that you will learn in the future such as defeating the enemy on the sword are far higher than this!

"According to what Senior Brother Ah Ku said, for those who practice flying swords, the method of the sword is equivalent to the body method, if I want to cross the Ten Mile Valley, I must practice the sword very skillfully, the body and sword are one, and I can fly wherever I want, but I only have one month, where is enough, two days have passed, I can only slide forward slowly, when can I do what I want?"

Fang Gui secretly complained in his heart, the previous strength full of confidence had now disappeared.

I even thought in my heart, Senior Brother Ah Ku wouldn't have said this on purpose just to dispel my idea of breaking into the Ten Mile Valley, right?

But although he realized that this sword technique was extremely difficult to practice, Fang Gui was not so easy to admit defeat.

After tossing for two days, I saw that the progress was really slow, so I began to use my brain: "If you have been practicing on flat ground like this, bit by bit, first fly slowly, then speed up, start from a low altitude, then slowly go to a high altitude, practice going straight, then learn to turn, and then learn to move and dodge...... I really don't know how long I have to practice, if I want to break through the Ten Mile Valley, I can't do it like this step by step anymore!"

The more he thought about it, the more serious he became: "The most basic thing to practice flying swords is not to fall off the flying sword, but now I can barely master it, always keep my spiritual breath and the flying sword to maintain a certain connection, you can ensure that your feet have been standing on the sword, but the balance of the body is extremely difficult to master, above the flat ground, there are too many obstacles, and you will fall if you are not careful, so if you want to quickly master the flying sword skills, you have to increase your time on the flying sword as much as possible, or in other words, increase the space for practice......"

As he spoke, he looked around.

Suddenly, his eyes looked at a dangerous peak on the left side of the Wu Valley, and he couldn't help but think on a whim: "If I step on the flying sword and fly down from the dangerous peak, it will be like a fish in the water and a bird in the air......?"

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became, and the more I felt that my idea was useful.

How to learn to float in shallow water depressions naturally has to learn faster in big lakes and rivers!

However, he was not a fool after all, and soon realized a serious problem: "...... who will fall to his death"

But Fang Gui is not so easy to give up, if one idea is wrong, then find another idea.

"If you fall off a cliff, you will fall to your death, so why not find someone who can't die?"

Thinking of this, he happily put the sword box on his back, and ran to Senior Brother Aku's room to turn over a gourd, filled a gourd full of clear water, carried seven or eight qi-replenishing elixirs in his arms, and a big chicken leg, hummed a minor tune into the surrounding mountains, and walked around between the steep peaks and dangerous mountains, looking for the ideal place to practice the flying sword in his mind......

He was very lucky, and soon found a lake in the place seven or eight miles away from the small stone bridge, this lake is about a hundred zhang in circumference, the lake water is clear, the shallowest place, there are more than one zhang deep, there is a turbulent waterfall on the south side, falling vertically, more than ten zhang long, surrounded by a dense bamboo forest, looking from afar, you can only see a few pavilions hidden in the forest.

"It's best to jump off a cliff and practice flying swords on the surface of this lake!"

"The space is big enough, and there are no obstacles, even if you fall off the flying sword, you won't be able to die if you fall into the lake!"

“......”

“......”

The more Fang Gui thought about it, the more he started, and he was very complacent about his brilliant idea.

Immediately, he climbed to the top of the waterfall along the path next to the cliff, first gnawed a chicken leg, swallowed a qi tonifying pill, and then took off his robe, took off his boots and socks, only barefoot, wore a close-fitting profane pants, squatted on the cliff, opened the wooden box with a solemn expression, took out the ghost flying sword lying quietly inside, and let out a long breath.

After sacrificing the flying sword, it was suspended outside the cliff, about a dozen zhang high from the lake, it looked a little dizzy, Fang Gui was also a little weak in his heart, but he was still bold, carefully raised his feet, and slowly stood on top of the flying sword.

"Hey, what are you doing at the waterfall over there?"

What Fang Gui didn't know was that not far from the waterfall he chose, on the west side of the lake, about two or three miles away, there was a small pavilion, hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest, and it was difficult to detect it outside, but this pavilion looked out, but it took in the scenery of the lake, and in this pavilion, there were a few young people with refined temperament, drinking tea and laughing here, enjoying the mountain scenery.

Among these people, there were two men and one woman, and they were wearing the same Wugu Valley disciple robes as Fang Gui.

One of the two men had a black hairpin on his head and a calm face, and the other had a sword box behind his back, and his aura was magnificent, while the woman looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate figure and a delicate face, and looked a little coquettish.

Although they are disciples of Wugu Valley, their cultivation is not weak, and although their robes are simple, they are also of extraordinary texture and are worth a lot of money.

It's just that the three of them are significantly lower than the two people sitting in the middle, in the middle of the pavilion, there is a guqin on his lap, it is a woman who looks to be about twenty years old, this person is wearing a red robe, her face is delicate, and she has a dusty temperament that does not eat the fireworks of the world, and next to him, there is a man in a white robe, who is also handsome and extraordinary.

The first to see Fang Gui was the girl with a delicate face, at that time, Fang Guizheng took off her clothes one by one, only wearing a pair of obscene pants, she was suddenly startled, her face was flushed, and said: "Where did you come from, you don't know how to understand the rules so much, do you want to jump into the lake to take a bath......?"

When the others heard this, they all looked over curiously, and sure enough, they all saw such a bold and dumbfounded look.

"Don't really let him dirty the water in this mirror lake, I'll chase him away!"

The man with a calm face got up and was about to go over.

But at this moment, Senior Sister Yan, who was surrounded by people and had an obviously good identity, suddenly said: "He doesn't seem to be taking a bath!"

Several other people also looked over, only to realize that the kid actually picked up a flying sword, and then carefully stood on top of the flying sword, slowly adjusting his posture, floating up and down above the waterfall, as if he was preparing.

The man with the sword box behind him was slightly stunned, and suddenly said, "It turns out that he wants to practice flying swords here!"

Several people around him immediately looked at him: "Can flying swords also be practiced like this?"

The man with the sword box behind him showed a somewhat strange expression on his face, and said: "He probably thinks that practicing swords in the air can dodge obstacles and make it easier to master the balance of flying swords, I have heard people say that this practice method ......."

Listening to the words of the man with the sword, everyone suddenly became a little more curious about that kid.

But at this moment, the handsome man in the white robe suddenly sneered, and sighed: "There has never been a shortage of whimsical people in this world, practicing the art of the sword, unwilling to go step by step, just want to achieve it overnight, but I don't know the more I want to rush to achieve it, then it is the opposite of the other, hehe, if you talk about it, people who have such thoughts, I have seen one before, that person in order to practice the method of the sword, he often runs to the top of the cliff, and in one breath the sword flies out of the cliff, adjusting the balance in mid-air......"

The woman with a delicate face hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Lu, how is that person now?"

Senior Brother Lu in white robe said, "I'm afraid of heights!"

The people around him suddenly looked at him with a confused expression.

Senior Brother Lu said: "I fell hard a few times, and I fell into the root of the disease, and since then, I have trembled as soon as I reached a high place......

Everyone: "......"

In the middle of everyone's conversation, I saw the kid on the cliff in the distance, as if he was ready to make full preparations, suddenly a long roar, the whole person flew out of the cliff, the flying sword under his feet, instantly drew a red ray, and rushed straight into the bottom of the cliff, above the lake, the sword light was chaotic, flying endlessly, the kid screamed strangely, desperately grasping the balance of the body on the flying sword.

But it's a pity that after flying out less than a few fingers, the flying sword turned over steeply, and he couldn't stand on the sword, and the whole person was suddenly planted from a few feet high, like a big stone, and got into the lake with a bang on his head and feet.

"Haha......"

In the pavilion, everyone saw his embarrassed appearance, and they all clapped their hands and laughed.

The Wugu man who was carrying the sword box smiled and said, "I don't have to chase him away, I've suffered enough, so I'll naturally leave!"

Senior Brother Lu, who was wearing a white robe, showed an expression that was really like this.

It was just a small episode brought by a whimsical person, and they didn't care about it anymore, but continued to talk to these three outstanding disciples in Wushan about the trial in the Ten Mile Valley, and pointed out some things that they should pay attention to......

But what they didn't expect was that the kid who fell into the lake floated quietly on the lake for a while, suddenly turned over and swam towards the lake, a fierce man plunged into the water, fished up his flying sword, and then swam to the lake with the flying sword, without saying a word, climbed to the top of the cliff along the path next to him, and after a few deep breaths, he rushed out with the flying sword again.

The people in the pavilion were all taken aback, and their faces were a little strange.

Senior Sister Yan, who had a Yaoqin in front of her, showed a smile on her face and said softly, "What a guts!"