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"Like a huge mountain!" Yang Chen thought in his mind: "It seems that dad learned the power of the sword from a giant mountain, and I learned the power of the sword from the Yellow River"
Yang Chen closed his eyes and ran wildly in the wilderness, the Taoist secrets of Ba Dao flowed in his heart, but in his mind he recalled the scene where he stood on the Longmen Yellow River Bridge and watched the rolling Yellow River.
Slowly, he seemed to be born on the surface of the Yellow River, as if he was not running in the wilderness, but walking on the waves of the Yellow River. The Yellow River around him was roaring, and the Yellow River on the opposite side was rolling like a dragon, with endless domineering waves and oppression. Come.
At this moment, Yang Chen didn¡¯t know that he had entered the realm of visualization unintentionally.
"Qiang!"
The sword glowed in the air, and a stag on the opposite side was killed by Yang Chen who flashed by. Then the long sword was sheathed, and Yang Chen still closed his eyes and ran away.
The surging Yellow River is vast and vast. Yang Chen seems to be in the endless Yellow River, swimming upstream. It's like a carp trying to jump over the dragon's gate.
He has completely forgotten himself. Whenever a crisis approaches, he instinctively draws out his sword and cuts it out, and then walks on the waves in visualization.
Wang Jun followed Yang Chen closely. Seeing Yang Chen's sword power increasing steadily, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of shock.
"How did he do that?"
One morning, more than four hours.
Yang Chen spent all his time running and fighting. At this time, Yang Chen was climbing up the stairs along a slope.
Xiongguan.
The Guan Tower at the east gate of Tongguan City, and the corner of Qilin Mountain outside the east gate, looks like a tiger squatting at the pass. Yang Chen climbed up the steep slope outside the east gate, and what he saw was the Guan Tower and the majestic Qilin Mountain, just like a mighty tiger. The domineering tiger stares covetously.
Yang Chen held a long knife in his hand and moved forward step by step.
With every step I took, I felt the Qilin Mountain I was looking up to oppressing me. He is fighting like a hero who knows that there are tigers in the mountains, but prefers to travel in the mountains with tigers.
With every step, his momentum is rising, and every trace of his sword power breaks through the overbearing force on the other side, fighting and fighting with the overbearing force.
The moment he stepped onto Xiongguan, he let out a roar that soared into the sky, and slashed towards the Qilin Mountain in the distance with the long knife in his hand.
Howling in the sky, clothing and hunting.
At this moment, his domineering first style entered the realm of Dacheng.
"Chenchen, congratulations!"
Seeing Yang Chen wake up from his realization, Wang Jun's eyes showed admiration. He had a strong feeling that soon, Yang Chen would no longer need his protection. A trace of frustration and a trace of urgency arose in his heart.
"No! I also want to become stronger!"
"Uncle Wang, let's find a place to eat. I'm so hungry that I can eat a cow."
"Hahaha" Wang Jun laughed and said, "Let's go, Uncle Wang will take you to eat Laotongguan Roujiamo!"
At a food stall, Wang Jun and Yang Chen were holding meat buns and eating them. Wang Jun looked at the young man sitting opposite and sighed in his heart.
"I'm afraid the chief will be surprised when he sees Chenchen again."
"Chenchen!"
"Um?"
"Can you still enter that kind of realization?"
"It should be possible!" Yang Chen picked up the mutton soup and took a sip.
"Then how did you get in?" Wang Jun's eyes lit up.
Yang Chen thought for a while and said: "Visualize!"
"Visualization?"
"Yes! Just imagine the scene of standing on the Longmen Yellow River Bridge and looking at the rolling Yellow River."
Wang Jun thought for a while and said: "In other words, imagine the scene that touched you in your mind?"
"Yes!" Yang Chen nodded and said: "Uncle Wang, you can imagine the place that touched you in the past, and try to recall the touch. As long as you find that point, you should be able to enter the visualization. By the way, Uncle Wang, what kind of sword skills are you practicing?"
"What I practice is the cloud sword taught to me by the chief."
"Cloud knife!" Yang Chen frowned and said, "Then watch the clouds! Uncle Wang can go to the mountains to watch the sea of ??clouds! By the way, have you ever been touched by clouds?"
"No! The chief once told me that I should pay more attention to the clouds, but I never understood it."
Yang Chen was silent. To understand this thing, you really need luck. Not only your understanding, but also an opportunity and a trigger point, such as the moment when Yang Chen watched the Yellow River. He didn't do it deliberately, but was suddenly touched at that moment.
"Take your time. Uncle Wang, don't be anxious. The more anxious you are, the more anxious you will be."??Can't find that feeling. "
"I know!" A trace of sadness flashed in Wang Jun's eyes.
More than three hours later.
Yang Chen and Wang Jun stood side by side on the top of Mount Huashan. Looking at the sea of ??clouds rolling under his feet, Yang Chen smiled and said:
"Uncle Wang, watch the clouds and I will protect you."
"good!"
Wang Jun was not polite. He stood on the edge of the cliff, holding the handle of the knife behind his back, and looked at the churning sea of ??clouds.
Yang Chen stood behind Wang Jun, watching the setting sun. The clouds seemed to be coated with a layer of color, and they became even more magnificent as they rolled.
Night!
It was gradually coming, and the clouds could no longer be seen clearly in the field of vision. Wang Jun exhaled a long breath, shook his head sadly and said:
¡°It¡¯s so difficult!¡±
Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh and said: "Uncle Wang, don't worry. Let's eat."
"Yeah!" Wang Jun also laughed and said, "I'm just impatient!"
??Took out the meat buns from the backpack, the two of them sat on the top of Huashan Mountain and started eating.
The main peak of Huashan Mountain stands as steep as a sword. At the top of Huashan Mountain, the strong wind howls and is sharp and compelling. Yang Chen's heart moved and he said:
"This is a good place to feel the power of the sword. I remember that Xiaoguang practices sword skills. I will tell him next time that he can try it here if he has the opportunity."
"Well!" Wang Jun looked around and said, "This is indeed a good place to learn swordsmanship."
Two quarters of an hour later, Yang Chen ate the last Roujiamo and said, "Uncle Wang, wake me up before dawn tomorrow and I will protect you. You can try to watch the clouds again. The sun is rising, the clouds are steaming, and maybe you will be touched." Opportunity.¡±
"Okay!" Wang Jun pondered for a moment and said, "Just watch it in the morning. Regardless of whether we understand it or not, we will leave."
Lingtai is located in Fangcun Mountain.
"Dangdangdang"
Yang Chen started swinging the 500-kilogram forging hammer again. The piece of metal that was originally as big as his head had been beaten by Yang Chen until it was only half the size of a baby's fist. At this time, a small pile of metal that Yang Chen had hammered was pushed on the ground. Each one is half the size of a baby's fist, exuding a dark and cold light.
One hammer.
Ten hammers.
A hundred hammers.
Two hundred hammers.
Three hundred hammers.
Three hundred and sixty-one hammers.
"Om"
The tadpole man turned into countless tadpoles, entered Yang Chen's body, took over Yang Chen's body, and started beating.
Seven hundred hammers.
Eight hundred hammers.
Nine hundred hammers.
A thousand hammers.
"Om"
A piece of tadpoles emerged from Yang Chen's body and flowed to the opposite wall, turning into a piece of tadpole writing.
"when¡¡"
The forging hammer in Yang Chen's hand fell to the ground. Yang Chen shook it, and finally sat down on the ground. He took a few deep breaths and began to smear the mud from the stone pool on his body.
A quarter of an hour later, the sound of iron striking was heard again in the stone room. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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