The competition between the two quickly fought hundreds of rounds, and now they are all going all out, leaving no spare strength, and the physical strength and internal force consumption of both sides are very large, but after all, Zhang Meng's advancement is more than a year earlier than the dialect, and the internal strength is more than one step stronger.

Gradually, Zhang Meng began to gain a slight upper hand, and kept attacking around the dialect, although the dialect dodged with his body and the fine iron sword, waiting for an opportunity to attack, but he was very passive under the attack of the yin and yang double swords. In particular, Zhang Meng's left-handed flying knife, like a monk's magic weapon flying knife, is swift and agile, making the dialect tired to deal with.

Fang Ye in the audience finally breathed a sigh of relief, if it was a dialect, he would offend if he relied on the power of the patriarch, but if Zhang Meng lost, he would lose a bottle of pills that were easy to get, and maybe he would hold a grudge against himself.

Fang Ye knows that this Zhang Meng is extraordinary, cultivates hard, and is deeply loved by the elders in the clan, he has been arrogant since he was a child, and he claims to be an immortal Taoist, today he is obviously instigated by himself, if he suffers a big loss, he will definitely not miss any family affection, and a revenge is indispensable. Fang Ye regretted it very much at the moment, but when he saw Zhang Meng gaining the upper hand again, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Fang Yan is also complaining at the moment, at this time the internal force is close to the edge, and if he fights again, he will fall without Zhang Meng's shot. At this moment, a cool air was emitted from the dantian, and suddenly from the top of the head to the limbs, it was suddenly like being moistened by the spring rain, endless comfort, tiredness and weakness were swept away, and the internal force became extremely full.

"What's going on?" Since the strange feeling when he advanced last time, Fang Yan has consulted a lot of classics, but he has no clue, and he can't care about exploring these at this time, so he will win this contest first.

Fang Yan had an idea, and suddenly had a plan, pretending to be physically exhausted, "Oh Oooo" took a few steps back, and the flying knife unsurprisingly followed. Fang Yan's body suddenly turned against the ground and reversed the direction, his right hand condensed his internal force, the fine iron sword crossed a semicircle, and suddenly pointed to the long chain obliquely above, and his body was vertically upward, and the long sword rolled a thin chain, and he swung it with all his strength. With a "bang", the thin chain behind the flying knife broke immediately, and the blade flew out of the martial arts platform at once.

Zhang Meng was stunned for a moment, and the dialect's body was extremely fast, he came to Zhang Meng's body, and slapped a sword horizontally at Zhang Meng's wrist, "snap", Zhang Meng's wrist was in sharp pain, the long knife in his hand fell to the ground, his body fell backwards, and he fell to the ground.

Fang Yan stepped forward with one foot and stepped on the long knife, and the long sword pointed at Zhang Meng. Zhang Meng covered his wrists, sat up with grinning teeth, Yan's fine iron sword, his face was extremely gloomy, he gritted his teeth and took out the bottle of pill from his arms, threw it into the dialect, and said fiercely, without speaking.

Fang Yan grabbed the pill, "hehe" sneered twice, and Xiang Fang Ye quickly jumped off the martial arts platform and walked away.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, and you didn't speak.

When Fang Yan returned home, he plunged into the practice room again. Lying on a mat, the dialect didn't do anything, savoring the experience of this fight, the dark night wind can still be used like this, with the body method with the subtle sword moves of the shadowless sword technique, it can be attacked and defended, and the magic is endless.

After a while, he suddenly remembered that the last cool breath came very strangely, and it came from his own dantian, so naturally he couldn't be negligent, but he couldn't find any records in the classics in the past month, which made Fang Yan feel deeply worried. That advance made him feel a little strange, but now he is even more sure that there is an external force in his body, how can this not make Fang Yan secretly frightened?

Although this force allowed the dialect to win the competition, it was completely out of his control, and who knows what would happen in the future. I want to ask others, but I'm worried about exposing my secrets, what happened during this time, Fang Yan hasn't figured out what happened now, and even the matter of the body exposed today, Fang Yan hasn't figured out how to explain it.

"The body method, the dark night wind does not seem to be a body method. After a fight, the dialect vaguely felt that the dark night was popular and different from the ordinary exercises, but a kind of auxiliary exercises, which used the surrounding environment such as light and dark trees and buildings to hide their whereabouts and avoid enemy attacks and quickly escape a kind of exercise, which was more like a kind of retreat.

Fang Yan realized that he might have made a mistake in the past, and took out the thin paper silk from the box on the ground and studied it carefully.

After lunch at noon, Fang Yan's parents suddenly came over and asked in detail about the morning competition. The dialect is 1510 and told his parents about the competition before and after, but he wanted to avoid it first, mainly because he didn't think about how to say it.

"So that Zhang Meng provoked first, and lost a bottle of pill to you?" Lin Shiyan asked.

"Yes, on the child. Speaking in tongues, he took out the bottle of elixir.

"Hmph, Yan'er took it in a few days, and it wasn't you who grabbed it, but you won it. ”

Fang Tong glanced at him cautiously, and said with some hesitation: "That's what I said, but even if you and that Zhang Meng have formed a bond, even if you return the pill to him, it will be useless, maybe it will anger him even more." That Zhang Meng is a cultivator of the Zhang family, and it is said that he has seven or eight points of certainty that he has a spiritual root, and Yan'er should be careful of him to retaliate in the future. ”

"That Fang Ye is not a good thing, he seduces outsiders to suppress the clansmen, if it is not for the protection of the patriarch, he should be expelled. Yan'er doesn't have to be afraid, although our family is not as good as the Zhang family, they don't dare to fight this open fire. Lin crossed his hands and glared at Fang Tong fiercely.

Fang Tong quickly changed the topic and asked quietly, "Yan'er, what's going on with your body technique?" I heard people say that it is wonderful and extraordinary, it is not the exercises in the Shadowless Sword Technique at all, can you show one or two to your father?"

Fang Yan made up his mind not to say anything about the paper silk, otherwise he would be forced to hand it over by the clan, but he was afraid that the first person to get the paper silk was Fang Ye, and then he would use it against himself, and then Fang Yan would not be able to please a little better.

"It's the child's own speculation, and he hasn't practiced it yet. Fang Yan laughed wryly.

"Yan'er realized it herself, it's not bad, my son is already talented, why can't I wait if the ancestors can do it?" Lin Shi hurriedly said first, but I was afraid that she didn't believe it herself.

"Then demonstrate, let also be a father"

Fang Yan listened and took his parents to the small courtyard, and after retiring from everyone, he carefully mixed a little bit of the dark night wind technique, and demonstrated a few shadowless sword techniques.

Fang Tong nodded slightly, smiled meaningfully at Fang Yan, thought about it and said: "Although the martial arts are far less powerful than the monk's spells, they are better in close combat, and they also have the power to fight with low-level monks within three feet of exquisite words. In my father's opinion, your swordsmanship is not good at field combat, but you can work on close combat. ”

Fang Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he suddenly thought about it.

"Yan'er, this is the swordsmanship experience that your grandfather left for your father, you should keep it. In his early years, his father was good at swordsmanship, especially the shadowless sword, and in his later years, he was stuck at the threshold of foundation building, and turned to study swordsmanship, which is quite unique. Fang Tong paused and sighed: "I wanted to wait for you to advance to refining qi, but now I have to give it to you first." ”

As he spoke, he took out a booklet with a green cover: "This is a copy, Yu Jian, you have not yet reached the refining of qi and have no divine sense, so you will study the manuscript first." ”

Fang Yan took the booklet, his heart was overjoyed, and he said that Jiang was still old and spicy, and he didn't even believe in what he said just now.

"Thank you father, the child must work hard every day, strive to learn as soon as possible, and live up to the legacy of his ancestors. ”

Lin Shi was also happy, and said to Fang Yan: "During this time, you will practice swordsmanship at home, don't go out again, I will order my subordinates to serve well, and send a few more family members to guard here, and no one will disturb you before the autumn hunt." ”

The couple whispered a few more words in the tongue and left.

After his parents left, Fang Yan sat on the steps of the small courtyard, quietly thinking about the sword technique and the cultivation of the dark night wind. The sword technique is the only attack type of exercise in the dialect, Xingyi Fist and the Dark Night Wind are not attack exercises, can not be wasted, must continue to practice, Xingyi Fist is used in advance, dialect itself can not stay in the innate period for a lifetime, can not give up, unless you have no spiritual root.

The power of the Dark Night Wind has begun to appear, but it is time-consuming and laborious to cultivate, and it is very difficult and obscure. Do you want to let go, or wait until you become a monk before you come to practice? But the monk's fighting dialect is also completely different from that of the samurai, basically before the two sides get close, the victory and defeat have been divided, and at that time there are immortal methods available, but I am afraid that some elementary methods are not inferior to the body methods that are popular in the dark night.

The most urgent thing in the dialect is time, if you can't advance within two years and join the sect, it will be difficult to see Feng'er again, let alone the future of the Immortal Dao. The thoughts of mortals full of dialects are all about the love of children, if there is really a god in front of him, I am afraid that he will be slapped to death with a palm in a fit of anger, just like this, he still wants to cultivate immortals?

Letting go of the chaotic thoughts in his head, Fang Yan came to the study with the pamphlet given by his father. Only, the dialect admired his grandfather very much, the chaotic shadowless sword trick became very organized in his grandfather's book, the context of one move and one style was clear, the original complicated sword trick became simple and clear, and some places were just a few words to make it clear, which shows that his grandfather's understanding is very high, and his study of this exercise is very deep.

The dialect was tasteful in the study, and it was two days in a flash, and the skills were unbearable for a while, so I took the sword and practiced it in the small courtyard. There are only eighteen styles of shadowless sword tricks, single, but they are ever-changing, and the dialect has only learned one and a half moves, and now when he is enlightened, he simply cultivates according to the map.

The flowers, grasses, insects and fish in the small courtyard have suffered, and they have become a mess in less than half a day. There was a burst of distraction in the dialect, and I only remember that it was said in the dark night that no matter what the environment, you can do it without touching a leaf. , Thinking about it this way, the Dark Night Wind Exercise should still be practiced, otherwise you can only go out to the grove.

Fang Yan is also a casual temperament, do it when you think of it, no longer entangled in the impact of practicing a few exercises on your own entry, in the small courtyard or in the front hall while practicing the dark night wind, while practicing according to the moves of the shadowless sword technique. Not to mention, this method is quite effective, in just a few days, the shadowless sword technique can be practiced again, and the dark night wind can also walk at will, depending on the situation, the sound of hitting things from time to time in the past few days is almost gone.

The speed of entering the country made Fang Yan can't help but be ecstatic in his heart, and the place where he practiced the sword also expanded to the practice room, study, bedroom and dining room, and even the kitchen and the place where the people lived were not peaceful. Frightened, these maids and wives were scared one by one, and they were messing around all day long, saying that their little master was only afraid that he was crazy.

The speed of the entry of the two exercises was beyond Fang Yan's expectations, and it also made Fang Yan feel at ease, and he no longer had any worries, now it is time to plan his cultivation well, and it will be the autumn hunting season in a month at the latest.

In this way, the dialect practiced sword techniques and body techniques during the day, and practiced Xingyi Quan at night. There are three pills in the bottle of pills that he won, Fang Yan was ruthless, and he took them three times, and his internal strength increased so fast that Fang Yan was very satisfied, but he hated that there were too few pills and no spirit stones in his hands.

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