In the early morning, the diligent birds prey on the cries, and the pleasant music awakens the intoxicated person in the sleep.

Mo Fan couldn't sleep all night. He asked Xuanying to monitor Gusu Rang and Si Huan, while he read and mastered all the information of the Fenghuo Sect, and devoted all his mind to perfecting his plans.

The first ray of sunlight shone on his body through the window, conveying warmth.

Mo Fan waved his hand and closed the screen, jumped out of the bed, moved a little, causing a "crackling" sound to burst out from the bones all over his body.

Sitting in bed all night made his body stiff.

Mo Fan shook his neck left and right, making a "click" sound, and he raised his foot and walked out of the house.

"Hmm?" Mo Fan exclaimed lightly, and now someone got up earlier than him.

Looking around, there was a beautiful woman in martial arts uniform practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

The close-fitting white martial arts uniform wraps up a concave and delicate body, highlighting the graceful curves, making people imaginative.

Perhaps because she had been practicing for a long time, the girl's cheeks were a little flushed and crystal sweat slowly flowed down.

"Wenwan is really hardworking." Mo Fan leaned against the door frame and looked at Wenwan carefully.

At this time, his eyes caught a glimpse of someone, just at the door of the room next to him.

Mo Fan turned around and saw Yang Xuanzi standing there, stopping and staring at Wen Wan who was practicing swordsmanship.

"Ye! I got up quite early!" Mo Fan came to Yang Xuanzi and greeted him.

Yang Xuanzi nodded to Mo Fan and responded, then continued to look at Wen Wan, looking very seriously.

Seeing him showing this look, Mo Fan jokingly said, "What? Do you like my Wenwan?"

"No." Yang Xuanzi shook her head and said, "I believe now that she has a higher talent than me."

Originally, Yang Xuanzi only thought that Wen Wan had broken her sword drawing skills by accepting Mo Fan's advice yesterday, and naturally attributed the credit to Mo Fan.

However, now it seems that it has to be admitted that Wen Wan's talent in kendo accounts for most of the success factors.

"You believe it now?" Mo Fan smiled.

Yang Xuanzi nodded solemnly and replied, "I believe it."

"She is now exploring the sword drawing technique you used yesterday, which is really beyond my expectations." Yang Xuanzi exclaimed.

"Isn't this normal?" Mo Fan hugged the back of his head with both hands and said lightly, full of accustomed to it.

Looking at Mo Fan's plain expression, Yang Xuanzi said in confusion: "Aren't you surprised? Your sword drawing technique was only used once yesterday, and she actually found some tricks!"

Yang Xuanzi stared at Wen Wan with his eyes as if something peerless treasure had appeared.

The latter was immersed in comprehension of sword drawing, and had not yet noticed that there were two people spying on him.

Wen Wan copied Mo Fan's posture yesterday in a very good manner, and even the angle of the sword was the same.

The sword was drawn as fast as thunder. Every time I drew the sword, a leaf separated in half slowly fell down in front of me.

Before he could be surprised, Wen Wan had drawn eight swords in a row! Without any pause!

But when the eighth sword went out and wanted to return to the sheath, Wen Wan made a mistake and failed to hold it up. It was obviously because of insufficient accuracy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuanzi's inner shock was completely revealed to his face.

Yesterday he tried to imitate Mo Fan's sword technique himself, but he was able to draw the sword three times in a row!

However, in his eyes, the weak girl who was not as talented as hers, actually drew her sword eight times in front of her!

Remember Mo Fan said that you can get started by drawing the sword nine times in a row. Wouldn’t Wen Wan be only one step away from getting started?

You know that she just watched it next to her! She could practice such a high sword drawing technique to this level by looking at it, and in less than a day, this talent is too evil, right?

"What's there to be surprised?" Mo Fan said disrespectfully.

He yawned lazily, his eyes were joking, and he looked at Yang Xuanzi, and said with a smile: "Have you heard of 'Sword Heart Pure'?"

Hearing this famous name among the sword cultivators, Yang Xuanzi trembled all over, his pupils tightened into a needle-shaped shape, his mouth and lips trembled.

"You mean...she is...!?" Yang Xuanzi raised his hand and pointed at Wen Wan, his mouth wide open, and his words became stuttering.

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders, said nothing more, and raised his foot and walked towards Wen Wan.

"So diligent?" Mo Fan said to Wen Wan.

Wen Wan's comprehension was interrupted by Mo Fan's voice. Seeing him coming, Wen Wan showed a happy smile, her eyes with longing, and she shouted: "Senior Brother Mo Fan!"

"I said don't call me that anymore." Mo Fan smiled helplessly.

"Uhhh." Wen Wan lowered her head shyly after realizing the slightest tongue.

Scan the fallen leaves all over the ground, these are all gentle cultivation results. Mo Fan asked, "Do you want to learn the sword drawing technique?"

"Yeah!" Wenwan nodded frequently without hesitation, like a chicken pecking at rice, with a luster of desire flashing in her beautiful eyes.

As a sword cultivator, he naturally has great desire for powerful swordsmanship.

Hearing Wen Wan's answer, Mo Fan reached out and flicked Wen Wan's forehead. The latter was in pain. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "If you want to learn, won't you tell me directly? As for exploring alone, is it a waste of time?"

"I know I'm wrong," Wen Wan said aggrievedly.

"I just looked at it for a while and there were a few things you did wrong, first of all, your strength changed."

Mo Fan carefully taught and corrected Wen Wan's mistakes.

Seeing this, Yang Xuanzi couldn't help but come up and listen carefully.

After listening for a while, let alone Wen Wan, even Yang Xuanzi felt enlightened. His insights on sword drawing skills suddenly improved a lot, and his eyes were full of awe when he looked at Mo Fan.

"Do you understand?" Mo Fan looked at Wen Wan and asked softly.

"I understand." Wen Wan nodded, her beautiful eyes showed an enlightened look, and was digesting the experience taught by Mo Fan.

"That" Yang Xuanzi scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I still don't understand the 'sword swinging softness' you just said. Can you--"

Before Yang Xuanzi could finish his words, Mo Fan looked at him coldly and said unhappily: "Get out of here, I didn't ask you to learn."

"I told you that you can't practice this sword drawing technique yet. Why are you just going to make a living? Do you have to waste your arms and be happy?"

Listening to Mo Fan's lesson, Yang Xuanzi couldn't help but shrink his neck, like a deflated ball.

"Senior Brother Mo Fan, can you demonstrate the sword drawing technique again? I think it will be better if you read it once." Wen Wan suddenly asked.

"Oh, okay." Mo Fan agreed readily without thinking at all.

Yang Xuanzi twitched wildly, feeling a strong sense of gap.

"I'm optimistic."

Without waiting for gentle words, Mo Fan snatched the blade from her and set a good attitude.

"This sword drawing technique is called 'Shocking and Killing', and you should carefully look at every detail."

The last word is like a sign of "starting". When the words fell, Mo Fan's gaze suddenly shook, and the powerful sword drawing technique of Fan emerged from the sky again! It raged into the void!

That power seemed to be about to be cut open!

In just a blink of an eye, another tree with lush branches and leaves was destroyed and became bare.

I wonder how Zhao Yan felt when he came back and saw that the trees he carried at home turned into this.
Chapter completed!