Su Yunfei woke up early in the morning with a splitting headache, dry lips, and unbearable thirst.
He ran to the yard to get a bowl of water and felt better. Thinking of yesterday's embarrassment, Su Yunfei wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
At this time, Li Yi walked over and gave Su Yunfei a chestnut blow, laughing and scolding: "You brat, did you go crazy down the mountain with that girl Ye Qingcheng yesterday?"
Su Yunfei touched his head shyly and smiled.
"You silly boy, Ye Qingcheng is famous for being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Many elders and senior brothers who are older than you can't drink her. You are brave enough to compete with her. Those who don't know think you are a drunkard.
Here!" Li Yi said.
Su Yunfei said sheepishly: "Master, I know I was wrong."
Li Yi patted his shoulder and smiled: "Have you always wanted to fly with a sword? Today I will teach you the art of sword control!"
Su Yunfei jumped up excitedly, and at the same time asked doubtfully: "Master, didn't you say that you can't fly with a sword until I get to the Sky Mirror? Why do you want to teach me the skill of sword control now?"
Li Yi said solemnly: "When you reach the air-control mirror, the absorption rate of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will increase many times, which can fully support the energy consumed by long-term air-control flight. The monks who have entered the air-control mirror can also fly in the air, but
You will be exhausted if you fly less than a hundred feet.
I noticed that the steam engine in your body is extremely powerful, no less powerful than a flying mirror, so I decided to teach you the art of sword control."
Su Yunfei was already filled with joy at this moment. He stretched out his fist and shouted to Li Yi: "Thank you, Master, for learning the art of sword control. I think I can beat Senior Sister Ye violently."
Li Yi shook his head and smiled: "You can't beat her even if you learn the art of sword control. Apart from being a little willful, she is also a pretty good girl. Your uncle Hua treats her as his own daughter. If you beat her, it will be a shame for you as a teacher."
I can’t help you.”
Su Yunfei chuckled.
Li Yi began to explain to him the art of sword control.
As the name suggests, sword control is the swordsmanship of controlling flying swords to kill enemies at long distances. It is one of the main long-range attack methods of sword cultivators.
Sword flying is just a minor skill compared to sword control.
Some sword cultivators like to fight with people with a three-foot green sharp edge in their hands, while some sword cultivators like to use swords to point and kill. If you practice swordsmanship to a great level, you can control thousands of swords.
During the great battle between the human and demon clans, a senior sword cultivator shouted a sword attack and took off with ten thousand swords, killing the demon army and causing countless casualties to the demon army.
Mortals in the secular world like to see swordsmen wielding swords to kill enemies. This is what they see as swordsmen.
Su Yunfei listened to Li Yi's explanation carefully.
"Now I will teach you a specific method. Inject enough energy into the flying sword and control it to fly towards the target. The key point is to control the flying sword. If you are not careful, you may deviate from the target or lose power. I will give you a set of control formulas. You can do more
Practice makes perfect.”
After saying that, he stepped on the ground and a branch bounced into the air, suddenly stopped in the air, and then flew towards a big tree thousands of feet away at high speed, only to hear a click sound and the tree snapped in its middle.
Looking at the dumbfounded Su Yunfei, Li Yi smiled and patted his shoulder: "Just practice hard here these days. When you control the flying sword accurately, flying with the sword will not be a problem.
Remember! Once you practice sword control to a high level, you can control everything!"
Li Yi took out a flying sword and gave it to Su Yunfei. This flying sword was one foot long and two fingers wide. It was only as thick as the blade of an ordinary long sword. It was extremely light in weight and the translucent blade had a very good
Concealment, suitable for placing black swords.
When he talked about releasing the black sword, he unconsciously thought of Ye Qingcheng, and then he laughed, his smile was extremely cunning.
Looking at this guy, Li Yi hit the chestnut with a salute and cursed with a smile: "Silly boy, what bad idea are you holding back? Hurry up and practice your sword! Practice with branches, accurately input the essence to ensure that the branches do not explode, and then drive the branches
Only if you can cut down the big tree thousands of feet away on the opposite side will you be considered qualified."
Su Yunfei rubbed his forehead and saluted solemnly: "Thank you, Master. I will practice well." Li Yi nodded with satisfaction and left.
At the beginning, Su Yunfei practiced extremely hard. Either the branches could not fly or they exploded directly. After failing a hundred times and leaving sawdust on the ground, he finally found the trick.
This made him breathe a sigh of relief.
This time, Su Yunfei pointed at one point, and a branch stretched across the void. With a wave of both fingers, the branch flew towards the big tree thousands of feet away at high speed, and the big tree fell heavily with a click.
Su Yunfei jumped up excitedly and shouted: "Success! Success! Success!"
He continued to practice for two days, until an area of the mountain opposite was bare, and then he stopped. The sword-handling technique was considered to be perfect. Although it was not a complete success, it was definitely enough for the current Su Yunfei.
Then he began to practice flying with a sword. After being led by Li Yi and Ye Qingcheng to fly with a sword several times, he felt that he should be able to do it too.
When I started flying, I realized that flying with someone else was completely different from flying by myself.
After falling and eating shit several times in a row, I could barely stabilize my body, and I could slowly fly at low altitude. After a few days, I was able to fly at low altitude skillfully.
Feeling that he was almost there, he began to challenge high-altitude flying, but the result was even worse. He fell down several times and suffered bruises and swelling, and even broke several big trees with his body.
The most dangerous time was when he was thinking about flying from one mountain peak to another with a cliff in the middle. If he didn't, he would fall to pieces and Daluo Jinxian wouldn't be able to save him. As a result, one of them lost his balance and fell. If it weren't for the crane
Yueyao was worried about him and kept an eye on him in the dark. He was really going to die this time.
Hard work paid off, and after half a decade of continuous hard work, he was finally able to leap like a fish in the ocean, and let a bird fly in the sky.
Then he started to squawk, and ran up to the crane and shouted to him: "Senior Crane, come and chase me! Oh ho!" The crane ignored him.
One time Yujian flew around in front of Li Yi and said to Li Yi: "Please call me Su Jianxian from now on!" Then he was kicked down and punished by Li Yi for practicing basic sword techniques a hundred thousand times.
One day he flew to Wentian Peak with his sword and looked at the disciples of Wentian Peak. He put one hand behind his back and the other on his abdomen, with a serious expression and an angry Dantian. He said to everyone in a low tone: "Ahem! I am Su Jianxian.
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All the disciples of Wentian Peak were speechless for a while, especially the disciple who saw him being beaten by Ye Qingcheng last time said: "That time when I saw him being beaten by Senior Sister Ye, I quite sympathized with him. Now I think Senior Sister did a good job, too
It’s so noisy!”
Ignoring everyone's glares, Su Yunfei flew straight towards Ye Qingcheng's courtyard.
Ye Qingcheng was lying on the deck chair in the courtyard, basking in the sun comfortably, when he heard: "Su Jianxian is here!"
Looking at this boy who was smiling so much that he couldn't beat him, Ye Qingcheng cut him down with a sword.
The entire Wentian Peak disciples heard the shrill howl.
After the beating, Ye Qingcheng took Su Yunfei down the mountain to eat hot pot in a very angry manner.
Then in the evening, he was thrown into the courtyard again like a dead dog. This time, it was Xian He Yueyao who still put him on the bed.