Fang Luoyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened his waist and asked loudly, "What else is there except momentum?"

"There is also the artistic conception of martial arts."

"meaning?"

"That's right, no matter whether it is knife intention, sword intention or fist intention, or everything else is martial arts will. If you want to understand it, it depends on your own understanding. I can't help you with this, intention is your firm belief and

Your own understanding of cultivation.”

"For example, sword intent, as long as you understand this, you can make your sword skills greatly improve and challenge it higher than the level. However, it is recommended to be divided into many types, such as invincible sword intent, or sword intent full of destruction, etc., without any

A person's intentions are the same, and it depends on you to understand them yourself.

"For example, my father, I understand my own fighting spirit. I don't have any regulations on what the intention is. It depends on your understanding, so let you understand it."

Feeling the unrivaled fighting spirit on his father, Fang Luoyu fainted without even resisting. At the same time, when he fainted, he thought, "This is the fighting spirit! It's really strong."

Although Liu Siyu knew that her son would be fine, she still couldn't help but worry. She hugged her fainted son and said viciously to Fang Chen: "You just kneel on the washboard tonight! You dare to make your son faint,

You don’t want to go to my bed this week, go to the sofa.”

Hearing this, Fang Chen hurriedly said, "Wife, I'm wrong." But when he saw his wife staring at him, he dared to resist. He went to the bathroom to get a washboard and returned to the room. He knelt down and knelt down.

, but before entering the house, he looked at his son's eyes full of resentment. At this moment, Fang Chen did not have the mighty look like a god of war just now. At this moment, he obviously looked like his wife was stern, but he was looking at his wife.

At that time, my eyes are filled with love and happiness.

Looking back on the resentful look of my father looking at him in the morning, Fang Luoyu's mind was really funny, but there was nothing to say. Although my father was very majestic and tough, it was not easy to use when he met his mother. Usually, he would

Can pretend to be majestic and pretend to be in front of myself and my sister.

However, I will definitely understand the artistic conception, but I have no idea how to understand it. In the morning, I asked my dad if there is still a realm above the artistic conception. My dad gave a positive answer, that is, there is, and it is more than just a few.

First level, wait until you can understand the artistic conception and then talk about the later ones! Otherwise, it would be useless to tell you. When Fang Luoyu thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little dejected. But when he thought about it, he was the same thing. You can't be too ambitious.

However, he also dug out a secret book from my father, which is said to be very powerful.

When I returned to Senxi Town, the artistic conception was two days later. Fang Luoyu rested in the town for a while, and bought a lot of things before rushing back.

When I returned to the military region, the sky was already dark. After all, the sunlight in the valley sometimes could not be shining in. Seeing the crocodile and others who were still training on the training ground, Fang Luoyu walked over and said hello.

: "I'm back." After that, he put his backpack on the ground.

"How was the exam?" The crocodile looked at Fang Luoyu with a smile on his face. He didn't believe that he could get a bad exam. He knew that Fang Luoyu could even get a college exam, let alone a mere college entrance examination.

.

Jacques and others gathered around without caring about training. They were chatting in the distance, Captain Zhou, Guan Jiarui, Xuer and others also surrounded Fang Luoyu and asked about the exam with concern.

"Of course I can pass with my level." Fang Luoyu's face showed a confident expression.

"Then have you given me? No, did you bring us any gifts?" Xu'er smiled gently at Fang Luoyu, and took Fang Luoyu's bulging backpack with Guan Jiarui over with him.

After turning over, all the things were poured out.

Looking at the snacks and comic novels on the ground, everyone was speechless.

"Do you want to be so homeless?" Lu Shen shook his head with a headache.

"I have always been very home-stricken." Fang Luoyu's face was full of pride, and he looked at the two women Xu'er and Guan Jiarui who were searching for something. He did not stop him, but pointed to another bag and said, "These are all

Mine, I bought it for you in that pocket.”

Xu'er and Guan Jiarui showed a embarrassed expression on their faces. The momentum did not care that there were really gifts from time to time. What they cared about was whether Fang Luoyu thought about him or whether he was thinking about him. The two women put all the things back and opened them again.
Chapter completed!