"The key to this sword technique is just four words to deduce and change. Whose child is still so young and wants to practice martial arts."

Wang Foer looked up and saw that it was the middle-aged man in his thirties who spoke kindly to him. Wang Foer hurriedly bowed and said with politeness: "The question of who I am is cannot be answered. If someone appears, my family will not be killed immediately..."

"It was Sister Xingxue who brought me here, but she ran away! Uncle, who are you? These kung fu are so complicated, I don't know where to start."

When he heard Wang Foer's answer, the middle-aged man said with a smile on his face, "Just call me Uncle Yan. Just learn the sword techniques of the Yan family from the foundation and I will teach you."

Uncle Yan was obviously a good teacher and explained the "sword technique" of the Yan family to Wang Foer without asking about Wang Foer's origin.

At that time, the sword immortal Yan Chidan was born in an inconspicuous small academy and had poor martial arts skills, but he had great experience in astronomy and calendar calculation. When he was in his twenties, he finally got out and was robbed and threw himself into a river by robbers on his way to the imperial capital of the Dagan Dynasty.

When he woke up, he was trapped in a valley. After being hungry, he was covered in small stars and suddenly burned all over his body. The little stars in front of him were confused with the stars in the sky. If Yan Chidan had burned for a few more days, he might have fallen to death and turned into a corpse soldier.

But suddenly rained suddenly that night. Yan Chidan suddenly woke up by the heavy rain and realized the way of heaven from the eternal stars. He created a "sword technique". This set of sword techniques has 48,000 changes, which have complex and complex, and have reached the limit that human power can calculate.

However, he was burning even harder because of the heavy rain at night. Although he realized the Shocking Sword Technique, he still couldn't escape a serious illness. Later, he finally escaped from danger for a lifetime but became terrible. His martial arts cultivation was only the eighth grade in his life.

However, Yan Chidan, with his eighth grade cultivation level, has never lost once and created a mythical reputation. He also gained the admiration of the only beloved daughter of Wang Xingyiyu, who was famous all over the world, and lived a glorious second half of his life. If it were compared with the admiration of later generations, although Wang Xingyiyu, a quasi-mythical sword, even more broken the void and left, he was far inferior to his son-in-law.

Sword Art is a genius martial art. From the children of the Yan family's Xing family after the sword immortal Yan Chidan died of death, no one could reappear in the sword immortality. Instead, the descendants of the two descendants of the sword art have produced masters.

Uncle Yan Er explained to Wang Foer endlessly that he had no hope for him to practice the sword technique, but his implication was that he hoped that he would try it bravely.

Yan Chidan's sword technique is engraved on the wall that Uncle Yan just studied, and other introductory techniques are some of the experiences obtained by the descendants of the two families who studied this sword technique, hoping to recreate the original appearance of family martial arts.

When Uncle Yan was explaining, he also mixed some anecdotes and interesting stories. Wang Foer heard the lively and knew a lot about the story of Xingyan and the two families. At this time, a boy seemed to have encountered some difficulties and asked Uncle Yan for advice. He agreed with a smile. He patted Wang Foer's head and asked him to study it himself to help the boy.

Only then did Wang Foer realize that Uncle Yan should be the role of the instructor here, and the young children of the two families were studying family-born martial arts here.

He looked at the four walls for a while and couldn't even read the basic skills. After he finished reading all the annotations on the walls, Wang Foer sneered in his heart and looked down on the descendants of the two families.

"The so-called genius martial arts can only be practiced by geniuses. These people are far less intelligent, but they want to find a path to genius. It's really overestimated their ability."

Wang Foer was able to see through this at a glance, not how profound his martial arts wisdom was, but that he came from many modern concepts that were advanced in this world.

Since childhood, Wang Foer has been through many stories about mathematicians. Many mathematical problems have never been solved by genius mathematicians. It is impossible to rely on human power to pile them up. It can be said that in some fields, the highest wisdom of human beings is always the wisdom of the smartest single body and cannot be superimposed by the number of people.

Even if Newton smashes a truckload of apples, he can only hit the concussion.

After carefully studying Yan Chi Dan, Wang Foer was sure that he could not learn this wonderful sword technique in a short time, so he wanted to leave here first.

He looked for a road that he couldn't show up but had no choice but to ask Uncle Yan's second place again.

Seeing Wang Foer coming to ask him for the method of asking him out, Uncle Yan smiled and said, "The martial arts monument was banned by the two ancestors. It is specifically for the children of this clan to practice in seclusion. Here, there is no breakthrough in cultivation. You can't get out at all. You see the prominent Qinglong head on the south wall. As long as you have entered the kung fu, you can get out!"

Wang Foer heard this and his eyes turned dark and hated Xingxue even more. "Next time, if I catch her, this cunning woman who must be merciless, and tortures her life and death dilemma so much that she begged and never give up..."

It was useless to be ruthless. Wang Foer was unsure of whether he could make another breakthrough in a short period of time and sat cross-legged and prepared to try it.

When he sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, his eyes closed, and he saw that something was more in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A huge cluster of starry sky formed by billions of stars replaced the gray clouds in the distance. The man in white clothes, who was originally on the ancient giant ape, appeared and sometimes collapsed and restored to two obscure scriptures with thousands of words, sometimes turned into a white shadow, which looked strange.
Chapter completed!