"Xiang Yang, you have practiced this sword technique for more than ten days and the power is just average, not as powerful as before. What's going on?"

When Luo Jia and his friends left, Guo Huiyu looked at Xiang Yang with an idiot's gaze. He only heard that the more martial arts practiced, the stronger the martial arts practiced, but he had never seen the weaker the more he practiced.

"Do you know what the barrel effect is? How much water can a barrel hold does not depend on the longest board, but on the shortest board."

Xiang Yang shook his head and said, this statement may not be very accurate, but it also has some persuasiveness. At least in his opinion, he found his own path on the way of swordsmanship.

Turning the complex into simplification, and returning thousands of swords to flow is a very long wooden board for Xiang Yang himself.

However, in the subtle application and understanding, he still lacks many shortcomings, and his own shortcomings.

It is true that using the sword technique I practiced and integrated in the past to fight Yan Yinghao, it may indeed be defeated soon.

But that means nothing to Xiang Yang. Even if he doesn't move the knife, he can still defeat it from all aspects.

In his opinion, he had already gone apart before. He was clearly on the mountainside, but he wanted to look into the scenery in the distance, thinking that this was the top of the mountain, and in the end he could only stay here and never climb to the top again.

Obtaining the Ruyi Demon and the eight-stage series of styles is to make him completely awake. The path is right, but taking too big steps will easily lead to the eggs, so he must learn to be down-to-earth and take it step by step.

First, he transformed more than 30,000 varied Ruyi Demon Sword into a magical sword. Only when he truly achieved this step would he be qualified to proceed to the next stage and integrate different sword techniques.

As for the seemingly successful way to simplify the complex, such as the shadows and essence of several sword techniques under a single knife, which looks extremely powerful, but in fact it is just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and a building without foundation, which collapses only overnight.

Otherwise, it wouldn't take him so long to solve the problem when facing Leng Hong, which just shows that his sword realm was not as clever as imagined.

"Bottle effect? ​​This statement is quite interesting. What do you mean is that this knife technique can help you stretch the shortest board?"

Guo Huiyu was very smart and quickly understood what Xiang Yang meant, showing a hint of surprise. Of course, what she was more curious about was that Xiang Yang's martial arts looked very powerful and had no shortcomings, so why did she have so-called shortcomings?

This is her limitation. Looking at a person who is in a completely different state from her with personal thinking and perspective often brings subjective impressions and determinations, and judgment is often distorted.

"Of course, on Caiyun Peak, I realized that I was watching the sky from a well. Regardless of your father's strength, either Zhao Qingfeng or Su Wei is not comparable to any of them."

Xiang Yang sighed. One of the charms of martial arts lies in this. A powerful person can let you know how powerful a certain realm can be.

Are Su Wei and Zhao Qingfeng the ultimate of the acquired? No, they may be very strong, but they are definitely not invincible, because Xiang Yang knew that there was another person who killed them in the acquired day by day like slaughtering pigs and chickens, that is Nanxiang Dasword Zhuang Ai.

Is Zhuang Ai the peak of the combat power of the acquired realm? The nineteen states are so great that he is only in the Yanxi county. Xiang Yang firmly believes that there are still geniuses who can kill Zhuang Ai in the acquired realm.

Martial arts are endless and endless, and the acquired combat power is the same. Xiang Yang's current idea is different from before. He no longer rushes to attack the innate, but slows down his pace.

He was still young and only reached eighteen years old in a few months, but Xie Dao was in Nanxiang and was not in a hurry.

Besides, he had a premonition that if he could turn the Ruyi Demon Sword into a divine sword, the sword realm would definitely increase greatly, and the so-called sword man could not exist at all.

This point can actually be referred to Ding Peng. Judging from the magical nature of the sword, the full moon scimitar may be inferior to the evil sword, but it is also a first-class magic weapon. It can make people's hearts crazy and bloodthirsty for a long time. It is a magic sword.

Ding Peng was also affected in the early stage, and his sword realm improved greatly in the later stage, so he could control his sword instead of using his sword to fight against others.

When Xiang Yang reaches Ding Peng's realm, even if he has not broken into the innate world, he still has enough confidence to suppress the evil.

Of course, these are long-term things. What Xiang Yang needs to do now is to practice knife, fingers, and accumulate skills.

"Then when can you practice sword skills? We can't stay here all the time, right? It's inconvenient to eat, wear, live, and so on."

Guo Huiyu was a little helpless. She didn't care whether Xiang Yang's martial arts skills were of high quality. What she cared about was that she would live for another half a month, but she was afraid that she would lose half of her life. It was too difficult.

There are always people who envy the leisure and seclusion of life on the mountain, but only those who really live on the mountain know many hardships and inconveniences, especially young ladies like Guo Huiyu.

"Wait, I will naturally go down the mountain when it's time to go down, and there will be another rush. If you can't stand it, I can send you back to Guo's house in advance.

Of course, you can also run away by yourself, but if I catch you back and send you back to Guo’s house, I’m afraid you can’t even do it if you want to go outside.”

Xiang Yang glanced at Guo Huiyu. Although this woman was a little troublesome, she could endure it for the sake of her father Guo Taishan.

In addition, he had some information. Guo Huiyu didn't want to go back to Guo's house. It seemed to be a taboo for her. When she mentioned it, she would be furious and would make some concessions that were impossible to make normally.

Sure enough, when Guo Huiyu heard Xiang Yang's words, his face changed, and he looked very ugly. He gave Xiang Yang a fierce look and snorted,

"You! OK, you're ruthless, it depends on when you'll be able to practice it. Also, starting today, you'll prepare your own food. I'm not the one who makes fire and cooks for you."

Seeing Guo Huiyu leaving proudly, Xiang Yang shook his head, thinking he was the eldest master of a rich family, and had he never cooked food?

At night, the breeze was blowing, and there were waves of beast roars in the unknown area in the distance.

A bright yellow flame rose in front of the thatched hut, and grease dripped onto the flame, making a ziras sound.

On the flame of dry firewood was a plump pheasant. At this time, the roasted grease was overflowing. Xiang Yang sprinkled the seasonings placed beside him on the roast chicken. For a moment, the intoxicating aroma blew into the thatched hut with the cool breeze.

Guo Huiyu's head stretched out of the window, her long hair was dispersed like a waterfall, and her eyes were shiny, as if there were stars hiding. She looked at the roast chicken that kept turning in Xiang Yang's hand, and then looked at the dry and tasteless steamed buns in her hand, which was very uncomfortable.

At this time, a timely chirping sound rang out, and it was Guo Huiyu's stomach that was protesting, and it was time to eat.

Face and stomach, Guo Huiyu quickly abandoned the former, ran out of the house, came to the fire, and looked at Xiang Yang with a pleasing smile.

Xiang Yang didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded, reached out to make a call. He was not that naive yet.

After a full meal, Guo Huiyu burped a lot, her face flushed, and she patted Xiang Yang's shoulder with satisfaction.

"Young man, I think of you. From now on, you will be my royal chef."

Xiang Yang did not answer, but just leaned back to the fire, looking at the night sky on the mountain, and felt particularly peaceful. This was the beautiful scenery he ignored when he was addicted to practicing martial arts a few days ago.
Chapter completed!