The third update, please collect and recommend! Member click!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zhanlu has been with him for a long time. Since he defeated the bandits in Tianlinzhai at the beginning, it was Zhanlu. No matter what, many times, it was Zhanlu who saved his life. Without Zhanlu, his strength would be greatly reduced.

Fang Lin felt it was difficult for the four saints to fight Fang Lin together, but they knew that all Fang Lin needed was pressure, so they all stopped.

Fang Lin carefully felt Zhan Lu in his hand. He still did not feel the so-called god. He could not feel that Fang Lin had life.

Only if there is a god and a soul in the sword can it be called a divine sword, but why can't you dig out the god and the soul in it?

"Because your sword does not accompany you to grow up." Fat Dun said.

"Everything of your sword moves is given by the system, and Zhan Lu does not accompany you to grow up."

Fang Lin had some enlightenment again. Indeed, Zhan Lu did not accompany him to make progress, so his feelings for Zhan Lu were not as deep as others!

Fang Lin's whole body was soaked at this moment, with more and more water on the Taoist robe, and his body felt heavier. He only now realized that Zhan Lu was really unfamiliar to him. He didn't understand Zhan Lu, and he didn't understand Zhan Lu.

Fang Lin's sword is getting more and more fierce and stronger. It is fine to fight two or three of them by himself against the ordinary early stage of the innate stage, but these are saints, and their strength cannot be evaluated by the surface.

What is Zhan Lu to himself? Friends? He doesn’t feel this way, tools? That’s not to be the case. He learned sword moves, but he didn’t learn his persistence in swords and his perception of swords.

At this time, Fang Lin suddenly remembered a picture. At that time, Sanquan and Sanxin were only ten years old and were still playing. He was already thirteen. Compared to them, he was much more sensible. Zhang Sanfeng was indeed a good boy. A veteran was cooking, and Zhang Sanfeng was helping.

The cooking skills of Yiyuan Laodao are really nothing to say, and what surprised Yiyuan Laodao the most was his sword skills. His speed when cutting vegetables made the young Zhang Sanfeng amazed. He could cut carrots so thinly, just like a cicada's wings, and his sword skills were very beautiful, just like a butterfly flying.

Zhang Sanfeng asked: "Master, why are your sword skills so good?"

A veteran smiled kindly and said, "If you touch it a lot, you will naturally have feelings. If you have feelings, you will be able to be easy. If you have them, you will be proficient and you will naturally be able to do whatever you want."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded in a vague way. He only knew that it was his first time using a kitchen knife, and he almost injured his hand, and he didn't feel much.

Fang Lin recalled Zhang Sanfeng's memory. He already knew that the Taoist Ancestor must be able to do martial arts. This time, he only felt that the words of the Taoist Ancestor seemed to open a door for him.

Yes, if you use it too much, you will naturally have feelings and become proficient.

Fang Lin has been using Zhanlu for half a year, and it has been a long time since he was naturally proficient and easy to use. If he changed to other swords, it might not be so smooth, but what if he did it?

Fang Lin thought, his moves were a little messy.

Fang Lin lost more and more to the four of them. He thanked him slightly, then sat down and continued to think.

In the battle just now, what he relied on was his great swordsmanship, strong internal strength, and Zhan Lu's sharpness. It can be said that Zhan Lu is part of his strength, and he often relies on Zhan Lu.

Because after using it for a long time, it will be easy to use, familiar with it, and there will be a feeling, just like a child who bites a pacifier for a long time and does not bite it for him in the future, he will instinctively cry.

Fang Lin looked at Zhan Lu in front of him. Perhaps, the relationship with the sword is the key?

Fang Lin felt a little crazy. He knew that he lacked the experience of practicing swords from scratch!

Therefore, Fang Lin raised Zhan Lu and began to dance casually, using sword control techniques, using his qi to drive the sword without touching his hands. As for Dugu Jiujian, he saw the black shadow dance sword, and had a deep understanding, and it was not considered practicing from scratch.

At this moment, he was like his own creation sword technique, and he seemed to be swinging randomly. Sometimes, Zhan Lu would even cut himself!

Fang Lin felt the feeling of Zhan Lu cutting himself, and the feeling of his blood flowing down Zhan Lu!

Yes, it’s like I’m holding a kitchen knife for the first time. I’m not skilled, so I can get a cut. Isn’t that the same for those who just practice swords?

Fang Lin felt his wounds and looked at his blood, and felt more and more enlightened.

He became more and more sure that Zhan Lu had his soul! He was almost touched, only a little bit short of enlightenment!

Slowly, it was late at night, Kong Ya looked at the sky and flew away.

Everyone else was staring at Fang Lin. Fang Lin’s opponent was the number one genius of the Dayu Dynasty. Lei Yuan. At this moment, Fang Lin was in such a state. The next competition was very troublesome!

Fang Lin felt that it was not enough. He actually raised Zhan Lu like a madman and cut his left palm directly!

Fang Lin felt the coldness on the sword and the scalp of his own blood. He held Zhan Lu in his hand, and the feeling of blood connection became stronger and stronger.

Fang Lin raised Zhanlu, but he didn't move, but just held Zhanlu.

Zhan Lu has a god, Zhan Lu has a soul, can you find it yourself?

No! According to the technology in previous lives, swords are definitely non-biological. Even if this is a high-mart world, it is impossible to break this convention. So, what is wrong and where is the wrong one?

Fang Lin thought about it, and slowly, Fang Lin stood up and murmured: "The sword is a dead object, the sword is a dead object, haha, I understand, I understand!"

"I understand, the sword is a dead thing! That's right, the sword is just a dead thing!"

The other saints didn't understand, so how could this be the perception?

"He realized it." The black shadow smiled rare, but he only felt that his smile was very stiff.

Guangming said: "Indeed, he is really a genius, not inferior to my disciples!"

Yes, the sword is a dead thing, but so what? As long as you have feelings for the sword, then in your heart, the sword has life, and you can treat it with life, similar to idealistic ideas, everything is about one's heart!

What the old Taoist said is right. If you use it too much, you will have feelings. And this feeling is placed on things and is the soul of things!

Fang Lin smiled wildly. At this moment, Zhan Lu was held in his hand. He felt that feeling and that feeling. He wanted to understand his own feeling.

"At that time, he could resist the heroes of the world with his own strength and a single sword. I think he could do it, too." Guangming whispered.

The black shadow nodded and melted into the darkness again.

Fang Lin pulled out Zhanlu and stroked him quietly. He seemed to feel Zhanlu's rhythm.
Chapter completed!