Chapter Fifty-Ninth Light and Heavy

After the assignment, Zhou Fan hurried home to eat with his parents and continued to practice swinging the knife.

It was as if he had fallen into a demon, and Zhou Fan was aware of his somewhat bewildered state in his heart, but he didn't care. The more obsessed with one thing, the faster he would learn, which is a good thing.

The practice of swinging the knife was interrupted for a while until the thin monkey came. After he gave some pointers to the thin monkey's practice, he did not continue practicing the knife, but completed today's four acupoint-leaving poses first.

The four poses from the acupoint are the foundation of strength growth, and Zhou Fan certainly will not forget it.

Slim Monkey saw that Zhou Fan was so diligent, and he was not far behind, but immersed himself in training. When he was about to leave Zhou's house, his four awakening styles were close to being unified, and it was estimated that he would soon be able to try to hit the first threshold of martial arts. .

As for whether the thin monkey has talent, Zhou Fan is not sure, if not, it will be troublesome.

Zhou Fan put the knife away and went home to sleep, thinking about it and slowly fell asleep.

After waking up, the boat seemed to be unchanged for eternity, the fog did not disappear, but sat at the table drinking and eating snacks that Zhou Fan could not recognize.

"Wu, I found that the wound on my body seems to be healed very quickly. Is it because of the Grey River space?" Zhou Fan asked Wu for advice.

Wu took a sip of the wine, he glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "This problem will take half a month of life."

Zhou Fan didn't ask any further, this kind of thing would cost him half a month's life, and he couldn't bear it.

Wu looked at the green liquor in the white jade cup and smiled. He also knew that Zhou Fan would not pay the price for this kind of question, but in his opinion, the answer to this question was worth the price. It was not what Zhou Fan thought. so unimportant.

Zhou Fan stepped aside, he wanted to practice swordsmanship, but when he came in, he was alone and could not bring anything in.

Zhou Fan has long known that even if he cultivates the Twelve Dismantling of the Tiger Form here, he can also increase his strength. In this case, the cultivation of the sword technique is also feasible.

But where is the question knife?

Zhou Fan turned his attention to Wu again, "Mist, can you get me a knife?"

"It depends on your longevity." A faint smile appeared on the face of Wu, who was drinking a small wine.

Zhou Fan was a little annoyed and said: "I don't want to take it out, I'm just practicing here. It's too stingy to want to save my life. I don't care if I don't give it. I... don't have a knife in my hand, but I have a knife in my heart!"

After Zhou Fan finished speaking, he used his right hand as a knife and waved it in the air.

Wu Haha laughed, "I don't have a knife in my hand, but I have a knife in my heart? Where did you hear this kind of fallacy, but it's quite touching."

Wu seems to have never heard of this theory of "no sword in hand, sword in heart". In Zhou Fan's world, it is already a bad martial arts concept.

"Just because you can say this kind of word, I will consider you a knife for practice." Wu raised his hand, and the gray fog swept towards him.

The gray fog gradually condensed, and a giant knife condensed out of the fog.

The fog threw the giant saber at Zhou Fan, Zhou Fan hurriedly dodged, and the giant saber slammed on the ship's board.

Zhou Fan stared blankly at the simple-looking knife. The corner of his mouth pulled. The knife was really too big. It was seven feet long and two feet wide. It looked a bit like a door panel.

Wu smiled and said, "Don't call me stingy."

Zhou Fan was a little speechless: "This knife is too big, you can give me a smaller one."

"Also." The fog was unexpectedly easy to talk, he pointed a finger, the gray fog lingered, and a small knife condensed again.

It's just that Zhou Fan smiled again, this little knife is really small, the blade handle is the size of a slap...

"Can you get a normal one?" Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and said, he suspected that Wu was teasing him.

Wu shook his head and said, "Just these two, take them if you like them, and forget if you don't like them. In fact, I'm doing it for your own good. This large and small knife is the most suitable for you."

"Why do you say that?" Zhou Fan looked at the two diametrically opposite knives on the ground.

Mist picked up a bowl of vegetables and ate it before saying slowly: "You are now practicing the basics of swordsmanship, I believe you also know that not only swordsmanship, but other weapons are similar, if you want to get a first glimpse of the door on a weapon, then It is necessary to keep practicing and be as natural as eating and drinking.”

"The basic core of swordsmanship is to swipe the sword. With a single swing, the sword turns freely. Your Liuguang Kuaiyindao Jue describes this as the silent falling of the sword with great force and the violent force of the knife with small force. Knife and light knife practice can speed up your practice.”

"It makes sense." Zhou Fan's eyes brightened, why didn't he think of it?

If he can practice the heavy knife lightly and the light knife heavier, it is what Liuguang Kuaiyin Dao Jue said about the powerful falling knife silently and the small force splitting knife violently, which is many times faster than his regular practice of straight knife,

Zhou Fan thought of this, he frowned and looked at Wu. Wu was helping him, but Wu would not help him in vain. Zhou Fan quickly thought of the reason. The knife he needs to take away his life.

But even so, Zhou Fan would not refuse Wu's help. Compared with the lifespan required by those swordsmanship, what he needed more was the ability to save his life at critical moments, and swordsmanship was indispensable.

Zhou Fan picked up the huge sword on the ground, causing his shoulders to sink slightly. He smiled bitterly. The sword was really not light, even heavier than expected, weighing 300 pounds.

Don't look at his strength of three thousand pounds, but the knife in his hand is not raised and put down, but he has to hold it for a swinging motion.

Zhou Fan began to try to swing the knife, the giant knife fell, and the wind whistled, causing the surrounding gray fog to drift everywhere.

Zhou Fan grinned, he felt that his day's knife practice was in vain again, not to mention that the heavy knife was silent, even the position of the knife was off.

However, the difficulty of such a heavy knife is soaring compared to the straight knife he is used to, and it is not surprising that the knife falls off.

Zhou Fan was not demanding, but swung the sword again and again. He had to get used to the weight of the heavy sword as soon as possible, and then talk about other things.

Swinging the knife a hundred times, Zhou Fan didn't even sweat, and he didn't even show exhaustion.

If in the outside world, swinging such a heavy knife a hundred times would not be as easy as it is now, Zhou Fan finally confirmed that no matter how much he tossed in the Grey River space, he would not feel tired.

With this kind of benefit in the Grey River space, Zhou Fan certainly wouldn't waste time, he practiced more diligently.

After wielding the knife five hundred times, Zhou Fan's heavy knife still sounded, but it was not as bad as before, and the position of the knife gradually became more accurate.

"I suggest you cross-practice, not just heavy knives." Wu was still drinking and eating when he suddenly said.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows, he thought about it, and felt that what Wu said made sense. What he wanted was that no matter what kind of knife he was holding, he could quickly adapt to it and wield the knife he wanted.

Cross-training in this way is better than practicing only one.

Zhou Fan put down the heavy knife and picked up the small knife, which was as light as a feather in his hand.

Holding the knife, Zhou Fan felt very uncomfortable.