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"Keng"!
With a sound of impact, the rock was knocked down and many fragments were dropped, and the sword pierced in.
However, this kind of destructive power is far worse than the sword just now.
Whether it is in power, speed, control, or other things, it seems very tasteless and has no practical use at all.
Ye Fan wasn't too disappointed. Such a result was normal. If he mastered the swordsmanship at once, then no one would have really learned it for thousands of years.
From the point of view of practice alone, Ye Fan has always been patient and persevering, otherwise he would not have abolished his internal strength, and immediately improved to a very high level within three years.
He can practice a boring set of movements for so long without giving up, and he will not feel annoyed by the practice of swordsmanship, which is actually quite fun.
Ever since, Ye Fan began to use the sword intent to summon the sword, and then controlled the sword to fly around, bumping and bumping the sword...
One day passed for this exercise, but Ye Fan didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he was pleased with the gradually stable Feijian control.
No matter how dark the night is, Ye Fan continued to practice swordsmanship, and kept thinking about how the sword marks on the stone walls were caused by manipulation.
However, Ye Fan found that if he wanted to imitate that kind of sword mark, his own level was far from enough. The sword couldn't make such complicated changes at all, and it had to have that kind of power.
As a result, Ye Fan settled down and continued to practice steadily controlling Feijian starting in the middle of the night.
From the shaking at the beginning, to noon the next day, the sword's flight was relatively stable.
However, Ye Fan discovered more problems...
When he holds the sword in his hand, he can easily make various changes to the sword, and he can control the sword intent freely.
However, once the sword intent is used, the sword intent is imprisoned, and it becomes a means of controlling the sword. Instead, it can't use his own mind to use the sword intent as he wants.
To put it bluntly, the sword became an obstacle instead of a helper in the process of Yujian.
If the flying sword cannot interpret the meaning of the sword, what use is it for? The power is not as good as the sword intent!
"It's weird, if the sword of sword intent has such an effect, isn't it a contradiction... That senior, how on earth did the sword of the sword be so varied and powerful..."
Ye Fan murmured to himself, he calmed down to think about the problem, only to realize that he was a little hungry.
It's better to go to Shushan, eat something, take a little time, and then continue to think of a solution.
Ye Fan knew that too much time was too late, and when he encountered a cultivation problem that was difficult to overcome at once, he couldn't be consumed all the time.
So Ye Fan began to take a step forward and quickly sent back to Shushan.
When Ye Fan surpassed two hills, he suddenly discovered that there was someone in the clearing halfway up the mountain in front of him? !
Someone in this wilderness is strange enough, but this guy actually built a stone stove there, set up a shelf, and was planning to roast a pheasant
Ye Fan couldn't help but stop and walked over. He couldn't feel the man's cultivation skills. He looked at him in a plain blue-gray shirt and light brown linen pants, dressed casually, and he didn't look like a hunter in the mountains.
This man looked thirty or forty years old, his features were quite delicate and refined, only a little bit of scum was left on his face, and the only outfit on his body was a blue cloth bag slung across the body.
Seeing Ye Fan appear, the middle-aged man blinked, then smiled and asked: "Little brother, are you here to fight the pheasants too?"
"I just passed by," Ye Fan replied, glanced at the three pheasants that had been tied up on the ground, and said, "Good harvest, how did you get it?"
"Hey, practice makes perfect. Throwing a rock can make you hit." The man smiled and asked, "Have you eaten, little brother? Or try the roast chicken I'm waiting for?"
Ye Fan really wanted to eat it. It was more flavorful than the big pot of Shushan pie.
"It's only three, a bit too few, I'll go get a few more," Ye Fan said.
When the man heard it, he nodded hurriedly, "Okay, can you fight? If you wait too long, it won't be necessary."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "You should kill the chicken and pluck the feathers first, and I'll be there."
As far as Ye Fan was concerned, catching a few pheasants didn't take much effort at all. After a while, he caught three more and returned to the mountainside.
"So these things are in your cloth bag?"
Ye Fan saw that the middle-aged man was killing chickens in the stream on the other side, and what he took out of the cloth bag were small kitchen knives and scissors, as well as a few jars, which looked like salt and pepper. Seasonings.
"Haha, I like to eat. I don’t bring anything else when I go out. Just bring the guy who eats." The man stretched out his hand to Ye Fan, "Little brother, the chicken is quite fat. Come on, let me come together. killed".
Ye Fan handed him one of the chickens, and kept two for himself, and said, "I will kill two too, hurry up."
"You can kill chickens? Hey, you are so young, and there are not many people who can kill chickens," the man said with joy.
Ye Fan shrugged, "Don't talk about killing chickens, I kill pigs, sheep, and cattle, all... After all, I kill and kill now, the meat is fresh and delicious."
"Yes, yes, that's the reason, I think, those frozen meats don't have much taste now, so I should grab some game and kill them to make them, so it's fragrant." The man agreed.
Ye Fan still thought this guy was a bit weird, and asked, "Where is the man from? This place is remote enough, and most people don't come."
The man smiled and turned around and said: "My hometown is in Kunlun Mountain, a very deserted place. My wife left early, and I was alone, wandering around, and I couldn't die from starvation anyway."
"Oh..." Although Ye Fan still thought this person was strange, it was useless to ask more, so he didn't ask any more.
Soon after the two killed the chicken, they cleaned the chicken's internal organs.
"Hey, these chicken hearts, chicken livers, and chicken gizzards are all good things. They are skewered and sprinkled with salt and pepper. You can roast them first," the man said with a cheerful smile.
Ye Fan also had this intention, and asked, "What do you plan to do with the chicken?"
The man pointed to the seasoning he had brought, and said: "I will sprinkle salt first, marinate the meat a little bit, then skewer it, put it on the stove, turn it while roasting, wait until it's almost done, then sprinkle pepper, Fennel powder these".
Ye Fan thought for a while, and said: "This pheasant is no better than the raised chicken. The meat is a bit fishy. The seasoning alone is probably not enough."
"Oh... it makes sense," the man said with some annoyance: "It's a pity that Jiang Suan didn't bring..."
"I have a way," Ye Fan thought of something, he gave a high-five, and said: "Wait for me, and I'll be back when I go."