Chapter 2774 Harvest.

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Finally, Huang Ting slowly opened his eyes.

An electric light shot out from Huang Ting's eyes instantly.

Taking a long breath, Huang Ting silently stretched out his right hand and grabbed the iron sword lying across his knee.

At first, Huang Ting subconsciously grabbed the sword according to the method he had practiced hard for the past sixty years.

However, feeling his sword-holding posture, Huang Ting couldn't help but frown.

First, his hands were too stiff...

Although according to his understanding in the past, power can only be exerted by holding the sword tightly.

But in fact, the tighter you hold it, the harder it may be to hold it.

Especially when fighting with the opponent, when the opponent is in a strong collision, the tighter the grip, the harder it is to hold on.

On the contrary, if the hand holding the sword is slightly looser and the hilt is given some room to move, it will actually help to hold the sword tightly.

In the past three years, Huang Ting has used a pickaxe to smash rocks in the soil countless times.

In the process of breaking rocks, your hands should not be held too tightly.

Otherwise, whether you can hold it or not is one thing.

The key is that once the grip is too tight, the force of the shock is too strong!

As soon as he lowered the head, the stone was intact, but the jaws of his hands were shattered and blood flowed!

And if you just hold the pickaxe handle half-tightly and half-loosely, you can easily eliminate all the force of the shock.

Even if ten or hundreds of boulders are broken in succession, the body will not suffer too much impact or shock.

Secondly, his wrist is too rigid.

According to his previous understanding, the wrist must be given enough strength to transmit power to the sword.

But now, after labor practice, his idea has been overturned.

It is not advisable to use dead force. The deadlier the wrist is, the more dead power will be transmitted to the tool.

Moreover, if the wrist is too tight, the accuracy and flexibility of the tool will be greatly reduced, the moves will easily become worn out, and the sword's stance will be too easy to judge.

Only when the wrist is flexible enough can the sword force be flexible and changeable, and the sword moves more unpredictable.

Once the wrist is too dead, it is too clumsy and too superficial.

In a quick moment of thought...

Huang Ting started from the right hand, along the wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm, shoulder...

With every subtle adjustment, Huang Ting's whole person underwent huge changes in an instant.

From the fingertips to the heels, Huang Ting's adjustments were not large, even just a little bit.

But when the whole body adjusted, everything in Huang Ting became very different.

Smiling and waving his hand, Chu Xingyun took out a large mirror, stood in front of Huang Ting, and said with a smile: "Let's take a look... This is your biggest gain in the past three years!"

What! this……

Looking at the master-like figure of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi in the big mirror in front of him, Huang Ting's eyes suddenly widened...

The so-called expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.

A true master may not appear to be a show-off or show-off at ordinary times.

But once someone pulls out his weapon, his whole temperament changes instantly.

Generally speaking, people in the world name this change - master style!

The so-called mule or horse, pull it out and run around!

In the past, what Huang Ting envied most was the unique style of those masters.

Although Huang Ting has been learning, and even thinks that he is very similar to it.

But every time I look in the mirror and look at my own style, there is always a huge gap.

Huang Ting used to look like a farmer when he wasn't drawing his sword.

Even if he draws his sword, he is nothing more than an armed murderer.

There is no so-called expert demeanor in his whole body.

But now, in just three years, he seems to be completely transformed and has the demeanor of a master!

The most important thing is that Huang Ting knows...

This so-called expert style is not just for show, nor is it just for good looks.

The so-called master's style represents the monk's understanding of martial arts and is a sign of strength.

It is a special sign that will only appear after a monk's understanding of martial arts reaches a certain level.

Huang Ting, he only knew what to do before, but he didn't know why he did it.

Although on the surface it looks basically 90% the same.

But no matter how similar they are, they are only similar in appearance, not in spirit!

But now, Huang Ting's appearance is actually not even as good as the original standard.

He was holding the sword loosely, not as tall and capable as before.

But the expert demeanor exuding from the inside out could not be hidden even in his farmer's attire.

At this moment, although Huang Ting was dressed in farmer's attire, standing with a sword in his hand, he exuded the demeanor of a king!

Facing Huang Ting like this, absolutely no one dared to look down upon him, and no one dared to ridicule him face to face.

Seeing Huang Ting's horrified expression, Chu Xingyun smiled lightly and continued: "Don't be too hasty to be happy. Next... you slowly use the Nine Swords of Loneliness again."

After a pause, Chu Xingyun continued: "Pay attention to combine it with daily life."

The use of various agricultural tools and equipment in work and work. "

Don't think of a sword as a weapon. It is a tool, a tool with a special shape that helps you complete some work and achieve some goals.

Facing Chu Xingyun's words, Huang Ting's lips revealed a smile of enlightenment.

If the sword is regarded as a tool, then when the sword is thrust out like this, how should the hand movements coordinate?

While thinking, Huang Ting slowly thrust out one sword, then two swords, three swords...

Under everyone's gaze, Huang Ting stabbed hundreds of swords in succession at a slow speed.

After stabbing hundreds of swords in a row, Huang Ting did not continue. Instead, he held the sword in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and began to think deeply.

Time passes minute by minute...

Finally, Huang Ting slowly opened his eyes, and stabbed out the sword in his right hand, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

Woohoo...

As Huang Ting thrust out his sword, a shrill whimpering sound roared out in an instant.

Invisible ripples rippled from the sword in Huang Ting's hand.

The surrounding walls and the ground seemed to be trembling in response to the sword.

Stop it...

Seeing this scene, Chu Xingyun opened his mouth to stop Huang Ting.

After hearing Chu Xingyun's words, Huang Ting finally stopped.

Huang Ting looked at Chu Xingyun in confusion. Huang Ting didn't know why the master interrupted his understanding of the sword!

Seeing Huang Ting's confused expression, Chu Xingyun smiled bitterly and pointed to the ground and the surrounding walls: "I don't want to stop you, but if you continue, this place will be completely destroyed!"

kindness?

Hearing Chu Xingyun's words, Huang Ting couldn't help turning his head and looked around.

As far as I can see, the ground under my feet and the surrounding walls have been covered with dense cracks like spider webs for some time.

Thinking back to just now, when he thrust out his sword, it seemed that the whole world trembled, and he even let out a shrill whimper...

However, all his current energy has been sealed by his master.

Without the help of any energy, it can trigger the resonance of heaven and earth. This...

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