About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

"Go!" The next moment, Chen Moyan's tongue burst into spring thunder, and the long sword in front of him slapped, like a green snake, attacking Ning Fan's eyebrows with lightning speed!

The runner controlled his right hand to resist, but Ning Fan tried his best to stop it with the help of the system, but his right hand was a bit slower after all, Ning Fan's eyes between the eyebrows were poked by Chen Moyan's long sword!

"puff!"

Blood spurted wildly, and the rune on Ning Fan's right hand quickly dissipated, and Ning Fan took back control in an instant!

The eye of the runner is the source of the runner's power, and it is also the gate of the runner. At this moment, it was hit by Chen Moyan's spring snake, and the arrogance of the runner disappeared, and the control over Ning Fan's body was also instantly lost.

"Idiot, are you with me, or with him?" Zhuan Lun said coldly.

Blood flowed between the eyebrows, but it was not Ning Fan's blood, but the blood of the runner, so Ning Fan didn't feel any pain, he spread his hands and said:

"I am a human being first, and I am your host."

"Jie Jie..." Zhuan Lun smiled meaningfully, closed his eyes leisurely between his brows, and said nothing more.

The long sword between the eyebrows flew back to Chen Moyan, slowly hovering above his knees.

"Come here." Chen Moyan said lightly.

Ning Fan followed his words and came to him.

Chen Moyan opened his eyes to look at him, and said seriously:

"Remember, as long as you keep a sharp mind, the wheel can never fully occupy your body."

Ning Fan nodded, wondering, "It's just why didn't Senior just go all out and destroy one of its eyes?"

Chen Moyan smiled and said, "It can't be destroyed, and it can't be destroyed."

"Why can't it be destroyed?" Ning Fan was puzzled.

"Don't say it." Chen Moyan said leisurely.

Ning Fan curled his lips, we don't know, and we dare not ask.

"Then how can I have a sharp heart?" Ning Fan said.

Chen Moyan looked at the sword on Ning Fan's waist. This sword was awarded by the guild, named Shaoyang Sword.

Ning Fan lowered his head to look at Shaoyang Sword, and suddenly realized a little bit, if you want to cultivate a sharp mind, what is sharper than a sword?

"A sharp sword and a sharp heart can keep you calm at all times and stay calm in times of danger." Chen Moyan said leisurely.

Ning Fan understood clearly that Jiang Yueli's intention to come to the top of the guild might not be it?

From what Chen Moyan said, it seemed that everything had been predicted and everything was under arrangement.

"Who arranged for me to meet senior?" Ning Fan asked curiously.

"It's Yang Xu." Chen Mo said.

Seeing Ning Fan's confused face, Chen Moyan added: "The president of the Daybreak guild."

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, this name...it kinda resembles his personality, very approachable!

"Now, use your strongest sword to attack me and see if I am as good as Yang Xu's blow." Chen Mo said.

"Okay, senior, are you ready?" Ning Fan said as he put his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

Chen Moyan nodded slightly, "Be ready at any time, come on."

Ning Fan smiled slightly and drew his sword!

Surprise!

With a flash of blue light, Chen Moyan's robe fluttered, and the wind blew violently!

"clang!!!"

The crisp sound spread throughout the platform, and the humming sound lasted for a long time.

Ning Fan stopped in front of Chen Moyan, and Chen Moyan really opened his eyes for the first time.

The old but clear and sharp eyes looked at Ning Fan, as if wondering why Ning Fan's body could burst out with such a powerful force.

Ning Fan put the sword back into its sheath, not paying any attention to the huge gap on the Shaoyang sword.

"Senior's strength has reached the peak, and this junior can't break through with all his strength." Ning Fan clasped his fists and said.

Chen Moyan smiled slightly, and said leisurely:

"Actually, I am not afraid of an opponent who has practiced [-] sword techniques, but an opponent who has practiced one sword technique [-] times. You are very good."

Jiang Yueli, who was brandishing a sword at the side, froze slightly. This sentence seemed to be praising Ning Fan, but it was actually a reminder to her.

For so many years, Jiang Yueli has been pursuing more and more powerful sword techniques, and it seems that this will make her sword stronger and more fierce.

But as he used more and more of these well-known sword techniques repeatedly, Jiang Yueli felt more and more powerless.

Is it really that the sword technique itself is not strong enough?

Or is it because I am too obsessed with the accumulation of swordsmanship, but instead ignore the most critical and basic thing of swordsmanship, a sharp heart!

Jiang Yueli blinked, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. She swung the long sword in her hand and became more vigorous.

The long sword in his hand became faster and more condensed, and afterimages gradually appeared, and there was a mysterious and sharp aura emanating from the long sword.

Chen Moyan on the side nodded secretly, and immediately found the crux of the matter. He is indeed the person that even Ye Caiwei is full of praise for. He works hard enough and is talented enough.

Ning Fan saw everything in his eyes, smiled and clasped his fists and said:

"Senior, it's absurd. In fact, I don't have basic skills at all. It's just the strength of this sword technique."

"Indeed." Chen Moyan commented lightly:

"So next, you start from the very first practice of drawing the sword."

Ning Fan was puzzled, "I'm not questioning the senior's decision, but the key to my move is to draw the sword. I have practiced the movement of drawing the sword thousands of times. Which direction should I work hard in?"

"So do you think you have really mastered the real sword-drawing technique?" Chen Moyan asked back.

Before he finished speaking, the long sword in Chen Moyan's hand was already on Ning Fan's chest.

Before Ning Fan even had time to see clearly how he held the sword and how he drew it, the sword was already touching his chest.

Is there really such a fast sword drawing?Ning Fan's Adam's apple rolled.

"Want to learn?" Chen Moyan smiled.

Ning Fan nodded, if he could have Chen Moyan's quick sword-drawing skills, coupled with the surprise and gap, Ning Fan's strength would rise to another level!

"Drawing a sword lies in a fast word, and the fast word has no secrets, only familiarity. If you can practice the action of drawing a sword a thousand times, ten thousand times, until your mind moves with your heart and the sword moves at will, you will be able to achieve I just had the effect of this sword." Chen Moyan said lightly.

Ning Fan secretly praised in his heart, originally thought that as a sword master, Chen Moyan would be very cold, rebellious, and even didn't want to pay attention to others.

I didn't expect him to be so approachable. Not only did he find out the shortcomings of the two of them at once, but he also prescribed the right medicine and taught them both tirelessly.

He also explained it so clearly that he is worthy of being a person who can cultivate flower gods and wind gods, and has a good education method.

Ning Fan nodded seriously, "Then I'll go practice now."

Chen Moyan nodded slightly, then closed his eyes, ignoring the two of them.

Ning Fan and Jiang Yueli looked at each other, walked to her side, and began to practice the movement of drawing the sword.

"brush!"

"brush!"

"brush!"

The rhythmic sound of swinging and drawing swords sounded, echoing on the rooftop.

Chen Moyan closed his eyes and remained motionless, but the smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.