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"Gugu." Yang Fan lowered his head and clutched his stomach, a little embarrassed.

"Alright, let's eat!" Ying Susu heard the sound of Yang Fan's stomach growling.

"Heehee." Yang Fan scratched his head in a daze.

"Eat!" Right after he finished speaking, Yang Fan couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and start gobbling down the food.

"Ai, slow down. This child."

"Delicious!" As Yang Fan ate, he did not forget to praise him.

After eating.

"Mother, you've been tired all day, go rest! Let your child wash the dishes! "

"En, that's fine too. Then mother will go and read the medical book."

In the middle of the night, Yang Fan entered the house with a basin of hot water. Ying Susu placed down her medical book and said, "Fan'er, you can do this yourself. Why do you always have to bathe your mother?"

"This is not the same. Your son is telling himself that Mother has worked hard to raise Fan'er. I want him to remember everything. In the future, I must be filial and filial." Yang Fan raised his eyes to look at Ying Susu, his eyes filled with sincerity. His hands took off Ying Susu's shoes and socks, revealing her fair legs. He then slowly put them into the hot water and carefully wiped them.

"Mother!"

"Yes, Fan'er wants to say something."

"Actually, I wanted to ask Mom one thing a long time ago."

"What!"

"I heard Auntie Niu say that Mom and Dad came from the outside and Dad also joined the Imperial Sword Sect after us, is that right?"

"Mm ?" We moved in from town, which is why we moved in, considering the price of land there. " Ying Luo Niang thought for a while before her eyes flashed with an unnatural light.

"I've asked, go to sleep!" Ying Susu consciously avoided such questions.

"Oh, then mother should go to bed early as well." Yang Fan walked towards his room with slight reluctance.

Looking at the direction Yang Fan had left in, Ying Susu mumbled to herself, "Brother Zhen, are you alright?"

After Yang Fan returned to his room, he turned around and locked the door. He walked over to his bed and sat cross-legged, holding a middle grade Source Stone. After a while, his body began to emit traces of spirit energy, and the Source Stone became smaller and smaller.

He muttered to himself, "The sword wields the power of the body, absorbs the power of the dantian, walks between the meridians and gathers it in the palm of his hand.

The swordsman shall sever his body. " "The basic text of the 'Nine Sword Technique' has improved again." A hint of joy surfaced on his face. It turned out that Yang Fan was secretly studying the sword technique left behind by his father. "Tomorrow, I'll give it a try.

Early in the morning, "Mother, I'm going out." Yang Fan jogged as he greeted Ying Luo Niang.

"Go early and come back early"

"Sigh, I know." With a wave of his hand, he disappeared into the distance.

"Be careful. Aiya, this child is always so restless. What should I do if I'm not around?" With a worried look on his face, he mumbled, "Should I let him go?"

After confirming that there was no one around, he tore open a pile of bamboo leaves, revealing a slender steel sword. The ground was mottled with light, and the steel sword also reflected several rays of light. He had secretly saved up money to buy this, and it always looked new.

He picked up the sword and swung it. If his father was here, he would have definitely recognized it. This was the first move of the < Nine Sword Technique > 'Raise the Sword ".

Sword user: Six steps. Sword users must have a spirit. Sword strikes are the key. After that, one had to have the potential and the 'sword aura' to put the opponent under your pressure, giving the impression of looking down from above. Secondly, the wielder of the 'sword qi' had reached the stage of blending the mind with the sword, releasing the sword energy outwards, slashing on the outside, the light ones were crippled, the heavy ones were killed; third, the sword qi condensed, the sword qi condensed, slashing through the enemy without a trace of blood; fourth, the 'sword intent' rose up to the level of the 'momentum', enhancing the intangible damage of the opponent.

He waved his sword and agilely walked between the fallen bamboo leaves, muttering to himself, "Sword can only control the Dao, there must be potential first, the person in charge of the sword has the foundation, it begins with power and falls into power ? If one is agile and unchanging with all the techniques, one will not be affected by all the changes. "

Yang Fan's every movement was extremely powerful. It was evident how much effort he put into this endeavor. His arm, which was hidden beneath his sleeve, was extremely nimble and powerful. The spiritual energy around his body was gathering more and more in his surroundings, and under his clothes, there was a glimmer of light that was attracting the surrounding spiritual energy towards Yang Fan. Although it was thin, it was not easy for Yang Fan to obtain it.

After Yang Fan circulated the sword art for a short period of time, a faint sword aura formed within it. Yang Fan seemed to sense something and slowly closed his eyes as he brandished his sword. As the sword's aura slowly solidified, it suddenly gave off the feeling of an overlord descending from the heavens ? it was common sense that the overlord's domineering aura was revealed. Yang Fan gripped his sword tightly, and with a thunderous roar, he broke the sword apart. A thick layer of bamboo leaves, without any wind, rose from the ground and scattered in the air.

At this time, in the depths of the bamboo forest, a strange light flashed across the eyes of Yang Fan, before disappearing without a trace.

I did it. I did it. I can finally sense the existence of Force." "Yang Fan happily waved his sword around, as if he had just eaten a stimulant. His strength also unconsciously increased, and the surrounding spiritual energy would occasionally gather and release a kind of inner and outer aura. Yang Fan let out a light cry, as if it was already normal for him to advance to the seventh level.

He crossed his legs and started to talk to himself, "I only practiced the basics, and it only took me half a year to reach the seventh level of the precelestial stage. My father was definitely not only at the eighth level at that time, but there was definitely something fishy going on with my father's disappearance, there must be something behind the scenes, but why didn't my mother tell me? Forget it, when Mother has to tell me, I will naturally tell me. Let's first practice the sword arts properly, then talk! " Then he suddenly thought of something and reached for his chest.