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Chapter 107 Have You Learned It?
When Fang Weihan returned to the palace, it was already early in the morning, and when he climbed the wall proficiently, he could even hear Master Zhao's snoring.

He took a closer look under the dim light, and found that Master Zhao was sleeping soundly on his recliner, with several wine jars scattered beside him.

Old guy, I asked you to keep vigil, and that's how you keep vigil for me?

What if some bad guy comes and wants to molest me?
The more Fang Weihan thought about it, the more angry he became, and he decided to find a way to get revenge on this lazy old guy.

He noticed that beside Mr. Zhao Erye was an unfinished wine jar.

So Fang Weihan lowered his steps and moved over quietly, and took the wine jar into his hand.

Instead, he went around to the kitchen and mixed half of the water for him, and put two cloves of garlic in it.

Fang Weihan also intimately shook the garlic into minced garlic with blood energy.

This old Zhao should be grateful that I still have the last kind heart, and didn't let him get some yellow turbid liquid into it.

Fang Weihan thought with some complacency.

He quietly walked back to Zhao Erye's side, and put the wine jar back to its original position.

Everything is perfect.

Second master, don't blame me.

Garlic helps to sterilize bacteria. I am helping you save the time of brushing your teeth in the morning. It is a good effort.

Fang Weihan yawned, and went back to his room to sleep contentedly.

……

"Gan Yi, show me your self-created set of sword skills again."

The young man with white hair and wearing a robe painted with mysterious symbols smiled at Fang Ganyi.

"What? You want to learn my sword skills too?"

Fang Ganyi laughed twice, stretched his waist, and jumped off a boulder neatly, the iron plates on his body rattling.

"Would you, a monk from a high-ranking sect, appreciate the swordsmanship created by a vulgar person like me?"

The young man who was like a banished fairy also laughed when he heard the words.

"That's not right, you just practice once."

He crushed the magic formation in front of him, and smiled a little inscrutablely.

"As for why, I'll tell you after you finish practicing later."

"Remember, while practicing, you must explain in detail."

"It's useful anyway, just listen to me."

Fang Ganyi stretched his muscles and smiled helplessly.

"After finally taking down Wancheng, the soldiers are resting, but you are good enough not to let me, the commander of the three armies, rest."

"You're always like this, what's the matter? Missing a woman?"

"Hey, no matter, I don't care about trivial matters, and I don't care about you."

He raised his hand to make a move, and a majestic long sword with a pale black spine and a golden front flew into his hand.

The sword name is Xuan Yao, which fell from the sky, and has been fighting with him on the battlefield for several years.

"Okay."

Fang Ganyi put his hands in a posture, holding Xuanyao with both hands at his waist, and the bloody light was raised from the blade of the sword, as if he was about to stab.

"As for my swordsmanship, I pay attention to one's indomitable spirit, which is similar to my way of leading troops."

"To put it simply, you just use your sword and leave the rest to your instincts."

"Don't think too much, this is the most important thing, remember it."

With a low snort, he began to demonstrate.

"This first move, I named it Zhui Feng, is a move used by cavalry when charging into battle."

He stabbed forward and upward as if lifting a weight, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

His sword edge swept across, bringing up a large fragment of blood and energy like shattered glass.

"This style is called Breaking Rui."

"In the face of sharp weapons, the first reaction should be to parry, but in a chaotic army, parrying is too time-consuming."

"Sharp Breaker, as the name suggests, intends to cut off the opponent's weapon directly, and at worst, it will fly out."

He took a step forward as if strolling in the garden, and gently stabbed back with the sword in his right hand.

"Chiseling the formation, it is used to break the formation."

"A few days ago, the officers and soldiers of the Han family lined up by the river with their backs, but they were mostly broken by my sword."

"Heh, the eight-door golden lock, that's all."

While practicing swordsmanship, Fang Ganyi even took the time to comment on the combat effectiveness and formation of the Eastern Han Dynasty army.

"The fourth form, beheading the general."

He held the sword in one hand, with his left hand held in front of him, the long sword was across his shoulder, and he pulled it horizontally at a tricky angle.

"It is very difficult to take the head of an enemy general in a chaotic army. For this reason, you can exchange injuries for injuries. This move completely abandons defense and uses one arm to lure the enemy. If necessary, you can break your arm to win."

Fang Ganyi sighed, bragging with some pride.

"There are basically no people who can make me use the slashing trick."

"..., the heroes of the world, only you and I have ears!"

The young man watching from the side shook his head with a smile, and consciously hid aside.

"The next trick, should I stay away?"

Fang Ganyi carried the long sword on his shoulder carelessly and nodded.

"Fifth Form, Rebel Army."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The storm of blood energy suddenly erupted, and the Xuanyao sword slashed one after another at an extremely fast speed. The frenzied sword energy burst out in an instant, interweaving into a big net full of death breath.

The sword energy was like a plow, cutting the ground into uniform pieces, flying sand and stones countless times.

"I have always suffered from the lack of mass destruction moves in the Mingwu Path, so I invented this sword-fighting army."

"With one sword strike, thousands of troops will be destroyed."

Fang Ganyi explained a sentence casually, and then handed out another sword.

"Sixth form, reprimand power."

An unremarkable sword strike made the inexplicable person kowtow for no reason, like seeing an emperor.

"This sword is a combination of my sword intent. It focuses on the spiritual level, and defeats others without fighting."

"I, a Mingwu, can actually make a mental attack. I'm really amazing."

"Are you right?"

Fang Ganyi boasted triumphantly, and he still didn't forget to ask the young man beside him what he thought.

"Yes. But what about the last sword?"

The young man nodded slightly and said with a smile.

Fang Ganyi's smile froze, his expression a little embarrassed.

"I haven't figured out the last sword yet, let's talk about it when I figure it out."

He changed the subject nonchalantly, and asked impatiently:

"Okay, this sword technique is over, can you tell me?"

"Don't worry."

The white-haired young man shook his head, stretched out two fingers and pointed between his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something.

"still have a question."

"What is your sword technique called?"

Fang Ganyi was taken aback.

He hadn't thought about it.

"Hiss..."

Fang Ganyi groaned.

"If I become the emperor in the end, I will call this set of swordsmanship the Minghuang Sword Manual!"

"If you died without being the emperor, there is no need to leave your name, it will be lost anyway."

He grinned grinningly, as if he didn't take his own life seriously.

"Well, Minghuang Sword Classic. It's a good name."

The white-haired immortal youth opened his eyes, and his pupils were filled with mysterious stars.

"The time has come."

He looked at himself and asked with a smile.

"So, have you learned?"

Grass!
Fang Weihan suddenly woke up from the dream, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was panting heavily.

(End of this chapter)