I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 104 Advanced Sword Moves, No Thought Rising Moon!

After browsing some news and posts about the [Hope] organization again, Fang Qingran confirmed one thing.

Those who can join this organization are basically like-minded partners with Dad.

It is that the ambition is not very bright in the eyes of most people, thinking about how to stick to the evil god all day long.

"I just went to Tianshu City with classmate Su to simply participate in an auction. Although it is a little bit shady, I probably won't be lucky enough to meet a member of a certain organization directly!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Fang Qingran came to the edge of the window, pushed the window open, and the slightly drunken warm wind rushed towards him, blowing away the dullness in the room.

He personally enjoys the natural wind, coughing from the wind blowing from the air conditioner.

His eyes fell out of the window. Since the beginning of summer, the outside of the house has been much cleaner in the past two days, and there is no chirping sound.

I don't know if it's because of the hot weather. In the past two or three years, a little bird that often lands not far from his door has not appeared for several days.

Fang Qingran didn't take it seriously, and started his daily routine of drawing and closing sticks as usual.

I have to say that advanced sword moves are really hard to master!

Over the past few days, he has made several intermediate sword moves, but he has never seen a so-called advanced sword move.

But with his unremitting efforts, the number of basic sword moves he has completely mastered has directly broken through the twenty mark!
Every time he fully masters a basic sword move, his basic strength can be steadily improved. Under the encouragement of this situation, he moves quite hard.

One in, one out, one in, one out, every ten seconds is as fast as lightning!
The boring but not boring action was repeated from the day to the red sky. Fang Qingran, who was wearing a bathrobe and flaunted the market, brought a fruit basket full of fresh fruits and came to the entrance of the Muhuajian Gym.

He didn't come for his sister-in-law's meal, but for the owner of Nie.

If Hall Master Nie hadn't taken the initiative to go to Tianshu City to meet the ancient seniors, it would be impossible for him to get a pass to enter the trial of the sword mound, so that he would have the opportunity to start the related cultivation of sword bones.

Although it was not at my own initiative, but since I knew that Master Nie had done this for him secretly, I couldn't pretend that I didn't see it, so I might come over to thank him.

Of course, in addition to this, there is indeed another small purpose.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the handle of the silver stick inserted obliquely behind his back, and he restrained his hand that was about to move.

This time you can't touch it casually, if you touch it and draw it, the sword move will be refreshed, then it will be considered as a waste of time.

If you lose so much that you won't lose anything, it's just a bit of a delay.

More than half an hour ago, he successfully refreshed a high-level sword move that he had been thinking about!

Come to Muhua Sword Gym, besides being grateful, Fang Qingran wanted to borrow the venue here to test the power of advanced sword moves, and how much better than intermediate sword moves.

Knocking on the door lightly, he took a small step back calmly when he heard footsteps behind the door.

"I'm coming!"

Xie Jun trotted all the way, pushed open the door, the youthful face came into view, his enthusiastic smile froze.

"I don't know which guest is visiting?"

The master's steady voice from the back came from far and near, and his sharp eyes like the edge of a sword were shining on his back. He couldn't help but squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, stepped out of the way, and stretched out his hand to lead in:
"Fang...Senior, you are here."

"Fang Qingran is here?"

Nie Wenyuan's eyes lit up, and he walked up quickly.

"Well, Master Nie, I'm here this time to..."

Before Fang Qingran finished speaking, Nie Wenyuan enthusiastically dragged him in.

"Let's talk about something when you come in, and letting visitors stand at the door is not the way of hospitality in our sword hall.

Go, Xiao Xie, make a pot of good tea and bring it to the reception room. "

Halfway through speaking, he glanced at Xie Jun's trouser seam, and coughed softly:

"Don't spill it this time."

Xie Jun blushed.

He sneaked a glance at Fang Qingran, covered his face and walked away.

Fang Qingran and Hall Master Nie chatted while walking, and after learning about his purpose of coming, Hall Master Nie had a mature and elegant middle-aged man's face, with a smile brighter than flowers.

"I just don't want the seed of a kendo genius to be buried. Fang Xiaoyou doesn't need to do that."

He waved his hand and said with a smile:
"Besides, even without me, I believe that when Fang Xiaoyou is admitted to Tianshu Academy, you will attract Teacher Gu's attention sooner or later."

But at that time, I had already missed the three-year round of the Sword Tomb Trial.

Fang Qingran silently added something in his heart.

This Pavilion Master Nie really treats him very well.

An ordinary fruit basket is far inferior to the dedication of the owner Nie, but its more significance is to express one's own attitude to the other party:

That is - I will not forget.

When they came to the reception room and divided the guests and hosts into seats, Fang Qingran proposed to Nie Wenyuan that he wanted to borrow the venue to test the damage of a new sword move, but Nie Wenyuan agreed to the request without saying a word.

"I think an ordinary venue should not be enough for Fang Qingran to toss about."

Without waiting for Xie Jun to bring the tea, he led Fang Qingran to an underground room surrounded by imitation wood and metal walls, simulating the appearance of a kendo dojo.

"This is where I usually practice, and the surrounding walls are made of special metal, which can effectively resist attacks below the fourth-level unextinguishable state.

As for the test doll..."

Holding five fingers empty, the air flow gathered in the palm visible to the naked eye, condensing a copper-colored long sword. Nie Wenyuan raised his hand and stroked his short beard on his forehead, and walked slowly to the center of the field.

Every time he took a step, the aura on his body rose a bit, and when he turned around and stood facing Fang Qingqing, it was like a sword drawn from the sheath after wiping off the dust and dust:
"...Fang Xiaoyou, do you mind if I take the job?"

Fang Qingran didn't make a sound, he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand and expressed his attitude with practical actions.

"it is good!"

Opening the field of swordsmanship, his eyes were always observing Nie Wenyuan, who was facing the young man, and nodded slightly.

I haven't seen you for a while, and I never thought that this young man I was optimistic about had reached the high level of Yinghuo!

Paired with the strength in the field of kendo, I am afraid that it is not already the strength to compete with the first stage of Guangzhu.

What will the opponent's newly mastered sword move look like?
He is quite interested in it!

Noticing Fang Qingran's movement of drawing his sword, his eyes froze, his face revealing a bit of seriousness.

"Maybe in a few years, when he graduates from Tianshu Academy, even if I try my best, I won't be his opponent anymore..."

Thoughts surfaced, Nie Wenyuan couldn't help feeling emotional.

However, before he could feel his emotions for a long time, his heart was suddenly tugged, as if being gently grasped by a hand, just waiting to be grasped...

"How could sword moves of this level be mastered by a firefly-level sword cultivator...?"

The look of complete control on Nie Wenyuan's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by an unconcealable solemnity.

"No thought, the moon is broken, please advise."

Slowly uttering a few words, Fang Qingran's eyes were cold, and he could no longer find any color of emotion in them, the indifference was extreme!

(End of this chapter)