The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

A month is neither long nor short, and he is prepared to spend most of the time in the room.

It’s best not to communicate with anyone.

But Yu Qianrou might not give him this opportunity.

"Okay, Zhao Chengfeng, you start first."

Yu Qianrou was right this time, but the meaning was unclear.

I don't know what to start with.

Xu Chen frowned and asked in confusion: "What starts?"

"What else can we sword cultivators start with? Of course, we start with sword swinging. Let me see your sword swinging posture and state."

Yu Qianrou's tone was particularly relaxed, as if she had returned to her childhood when her parents took her on a long journey.

You don't want to see the posture and state of swinging the sword, you want to see whether I am different from the him in your eyes, right?

Xu Chen wanted to say this, but he still listened to Yu Qianrou, drew his sword and began to swing it.

In fact, Yu Qianrou's test sounds simple, but it is actually very dangerous.

Sword swinging is usually ingrained in one's DNA, and it's easy to subconsciously swing the same way as before.

If you deliberately try not to swing the sword like you normally would, it will feel quite deliberately unnatural.

Moreover, if you try not to do so on purpose, the speed will slow down, mistakes will occur in various aspects, and flaws will be more likely to appear.

Xu Chen is facing this situation now.

What he was sure of was that three hundred years would not allow Yu Qianrou to forget how he swung the sword.

However, Yu Qianrou still underestimated him.

He knows a lot of things.

He is different in front of every fellow Taoist.

Xu Chen would not behave the same way in front of his fellow Taoists, so as not to let them make any associations.

Not now.

Xu Chen plays the son of a sword maniac. He swings his sword with extreme violence, like a raging storm. Complex sword marks appear on the ground, as if a complex ancient formation is unfolding step by step.

He kept swinging his sword, not slowing down at all, as if dancing in the center of the storm.

The saint looked at Xu Chen and had to admit that Xu Chen had considerable talent in swordsmanship, but this was not the reason why he was favored by the headmaster.

The only thing she cared about was the saintly physique of the master.

What exactly is that?

Could it be that in the superficial sense, one possesses the physique that only a saint can possess?

But how is that possible?

The saint understood that the physique of a sword cultivator was not as good as that of a body cultivator, and it was difficult for the physique to surpass the current realm.

Because this is different from kendo, it is about completely refining oneself.

Kendo is about the mind. Sometimes when you understand something, that’s it. Maybe you can even possess the strength to transcend your current realm.

But physical fitness requires being down-to-earth.

You can't say that you suddenly realize something and make your body stronger than the previous second.

So it was hard for her to believe that Xu Chen possessed the physique that only a saint could possess.

If Xu Chen really possesses it, then it is not difficult to understand why the master accepted Xu Chen as his personal disciple.

"Alright, alright, alright, alright."

Yu Qianrou had been staring at Xu Chen, and she realized that she wouldn't see what she wanted to see. She said, "Your strength is indeed not weak. What you need now is to understand what the sword in your heart really looks like and what kind of swordsman you want to become."

"Huai Yiliu, you should also swing the sword. I haven't seen you do that for a long time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Huai Yiliu's delicate body trembled.

She felt a kind of care like that of an elder for a younger generation.

She understood that the leader had forgotten Song Bowen, but not her.

That's fine.

Huai Yiliu drew his sword.

Cut it down with one sword.

Just as Huai Yiliu said to Xu Chen.

She pays attention to intention.

She believed that sword intent was the reason why sword cultivators were stronger than those of other paths.

If you want strength and speed, why not become a physical cultivator?

Sword practitioners should focus on intention and rely on sword intention to kill people.

Therefore, the sword intent of her sword was terrifying enough.

The dazzling white light spread in all directions, and Xu Chen and Yu Qianrou were both bathed in the white light.

This pure white light is extremely sacred, like holy light descending from heaven.

This is her sword intention.

Sword intent that is pure to the extreme.

The purer something is, the more unbreakable it is.

"There's...something..."

Xu Chen subconsciously wanted to say "interesting", but immediately realized his identity.

As expected, after being in the role of Wucha Chat for too long, he would have some subconscious actions. Fortunately, he changed his words early, and he immediately showed a stubborn look.

It was just the kind of expression a young man would have when he saw someone stronger than him and still tried to be stubborn.

"Well, that's good. It reminds me of myself back then."

Yu Qianrou clapped her hands and cheered, saying, "Your strength and sword intent are both top-notch, but the speed at which the sword intent spreads isn't fast enough, so that needs to be improved. However, it's already very impressive. You really didn't disappoint me."

"It's the master's teaching that's good."

Huai Yiliu felt sincerely happy when Yu Qianrou praised her.

Because Yu Qianrou is the person she has been pursuing all her life.

She wants to be like Yu Qianrou.

"I don't have any, it's all your own credit."

After Yu Qianrou finished speaking, she swung her sword.

The sword intent of this sword is sharp enough.

Xu Chen felt like he was being chopped off.

He seemed to be slashed by thousands of swords.

The bones are screaming.

Every cell in my body seemed to be vibrating.

He seemed like an apple placed on the table, and Yu Qianrou was a swordsman who was practicing slashing with the apple, constantly slashing at him.

Unable to speak, unable to move.

He could only watch himself being beheaded.

The sword intent blocked all escape routes, and only fear remained in his heart.

That was all the emotion of three hundred years.

Xu Chen looked up and the sword intent in the sky seemed to condense into the word "hate".

His body was broken into dozens of pieces.

It seemed as if it would fall to the ground in the next second and become a mess.

can not breath.

He felt as if someone was strangling him.

"How was it? Were you able to learn anything?"

Finally, a sound interrupted my thoughts and ruined the scene before me.

The sword intent gradually dissipated.

Xu Chen was finally able to move, panting, breathing in and out in big gulps, and said, "Too...too strong..."

"I'm glad you like it. Seeing you didn't say anything just now, I thought you didn't like this sword intent."

I really don't like that.

How could I possibly like this!

Xu Chen felt like her heart was about to stop. It was more like she was venting her emotions than testing them.

Damn, I met a crazy woman again.

258. Just learn it, who can learn better than you?

"This is how it should be here, right."

"Speed isn't something you deliberately prepare and then burst out in an instant; it's a habit formed by constantly swinging your sword."

"When you swing your sword, imagine what your strike should look like. The more exaggerated, the better."

Next, Yu Qianrouzhen began to teach Xu Chen and the Saint Huai Yiliu, and looked no different from an ordinary master.

Xu Chen did not dare to relax at all. He didn't know if this was Yu Qianrou's way of anesthetizing him.

It is very likely that he will be hit by a big one at the most critical moment.

"Is that right?"

Xu Chen has taught many disciples, and he certainly knows how a disciple should behave when he first starts learning.

If a person is the kind of strong person who has never been guided by anyone to reach the top step by step, it is difficult for him to act out the feeling of being guided.

What Yu Qianrou taught was what he had taught back then, and even the situations were the same. He just needed to make some differences from that time.

He is not so stupid as to remain completely unchanged. As long as he is not too exaggerated and too similar, he will be safe.

No matter how much Yu Qianrou doubted him, he would not be exposed.

Xu Chen just swung his sword, and the sword intent was still as violent as that of a sword maniac, like a tornado.

The ball of light in my heart seemed to be raging wildly, and my body became much hotter.

"puff"

For some reason, Yu Qianrou suddenly laughed, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

She looked at Xu Chen and asked with a smile: "Are you too deliberately pursuing violence? Are you imitating your father? You are you, and your father is your father. You are father and son, not the same person."

This question was asked with a smile, but Xu Chen felt that there was a knife hidden in the smile.

He thought this was obviously another test to see if he was playing the role of the sword maniac's son.

Yu Qianrou felt that he was imitating the sword maniac too much, which made her even more suspicious.

Xu Chen said calmly, "It's not an imitation. I have always wanted to be like my father. He is my hero."

"Hero? Why?"

Yu Qianrou looked at Xu Chen with interest, a different color flashing in her beautiful eyes: "He is the man who put you in danger since you were a child, and he doesn't care whether you live or die."

"That's not the case. If I were really in danger, my father would help me."