My Master is Lin Zhengying

Seeing Uncle Jiu and Nan Chen, he smiled and said:

"Master, Nan Chen, eat steamed buns, it's hot!"

Uncle Jiu nodded and took a steamed bun.

Nan Chen was a little hungry, so he ate three big steamed buns.

After eating, Nan Chen started a day of morning exercises.

Although I got up a little late today, I never stopped practicing Nanchen.

Uncle Jiu sat at the door and saw Nan Chen practicing.

The profound energy in his body rose rapidly, and he nodded secretly unconsciously.

This kind of terrifying transformation rate of profound energy, if you look at the entire Taoist sect, you may not be able to find a few of them among your peers.

The more Uncle Jiu looked at this apprentice, the more he liked him.

At the same time, he couldn't help looking at Qiusheng and Wencai's room.

There was also the sound of snoring faintly in the room, which made him shake his head and sigh.

Finally, Uncle Jiu put down the bong in his hand, walked straight to Nan Chen and said:

"Nan Chen, stop for a second!"

Nan Chen heard Uncle Jiu speak, and slowly opened his eyes.

With a hint of suspicion:

"Master, what's wrong?"

Uncle Jiu paused for a while:

"Now your cultivation has reached the fourth level of the yellow rank.

But depending on your situation, it won't take too long to break through the fifth level.

Now, as a teacher, I plan to teach you another sword skill, so you practice it first. "

When Nan Chen heard this, his whole body was shocked, and his eyes lit up instantly.

This is simply too good.

If you use your bare hands, Nan Chen has the Bending Thunder Fist.

But when he used the mahogany sword, he was more like a street gangster fighting, swinging the sword and chopping wildly.

He suffered a big loss when he fought against that male ghost last night.

This kind of disorderly sword not only has a lot of flaws, but also has many redundant movements.

In front of Lian Jiazi, it is worse than playing with a flower gun.

Therefore, Nan Chen was very excited, and said expectantly:

"Master, then teach me quickly!"

Uncle Jiu nodded slightly:

"Then you look good!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up a branch on the ground.

Immediately dance.

He also said in his mouth:

"Luck the dantian with luck, walk away with Tiangang.

Move the Qi and move the sword, sweep through the center..."

While speaking, Uncle Jiu kept waving the branches in his hands.

Don't look at it as a tree branch, but in Uncle Jiu's hands, it is like a gust of wind.

The steps under his feet are even more thirty-six steps.

Because of practicing Tiangang Qi Jue, Nan Chen also has a certain understanding of the number of changes in the thirty-six Tiangang.

Now, compared to Uncle Jiu's pace and sword dancing moves, it just feels mysterious and unpredictable.

In addition to the pace, the angle and method of the sword are also extremely tricky.

There was no wasted movement between drawing out the sword and withdrawing the sword.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, killing the enemy with swords and swords.

Nan Chen watched with enthusiasm, but carefully memorized every move and every movement.

After about a few minutes, Nan Chen basically wrote down an outline.

Nan Chen used to be a sports committee member, and his memory of body movements is not bad.

Now Uncle Jiu retracted his sword, and said to Nan Chen:

"Nanchen, this sword technique is called Fumojian.