After the pay-off, Zhou Fan hurried home and had dinner with his parents and continued to practice wielding the knife.

He seemed to be in a demon, and Zhou Fan also noticed his somewhat obsessed state in his heart, but he didn't care. The more he became addicted to something, the faster he would learn, which was a good thing.

The practice of wielding the knife was not interrupted for a while until the Skinny Monkey came. After giving a little guidance on the practice of skinny Monkey, he did not continue practicing the knife, but completed today's four-point styles of the acupoint.

The four styles of li acupoints are the basis for strength growth, and Zhou Fan will certainly not forget it.

Seeing Zhou Fan so diligent, Shouhou was not willing to fall behind, but instead practiced hard. Until he was about to leave the Zhou family, his four awakening styles were almost in a state of being connected, and he would probably be able to try to hit the first threshold of martial arts soon.

As for whether the skinny monkey has talent, Zhou Fan was not sure. If it didn’t, it would be troublesome.

Zhou Fan put away his knife and went home to sleep. He thought about this and then fell asleep slowly.

After waking up, the boat seemed to be unchanged forever. The fog did not disappear, but sat at the table and drank, eating the wine dishes that Zhou Fan could not recognize.

"Mur, I found that the wound on my body seemed to be healed soon. Is it because of the Huihe Space?" Zhou Fan asked Wu for advice.

Wu drank a little wine, and he glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "This question will cost half a month's life."

Zhou Fan did not ask any more. Such a thing would take half a month to live, and he couldn't bear to leave it.

Wu smiled at the white jade cup, the green wine liquid in the forest. He also knew that Zhou Fan would not pay the price for this kind of problem, but in his opinion, the answer to this question is worth the price, and it is not as unimportant as Zhou Fan thought.

Zhou Fan walked aside. He wanted to practice swords, but when he came in, he was alone and could not bring in things.

Zhou Fan had already known that even if he practiced the twelve tiger-shaped disassembly here, he could increase his strength. Since this is the case, the practice of swordsmanship is also feasible.

But where is the problem knife?

Zhou Fan turned his gaze to Wu again, "Mu, can I get a knife for me?"

"It's going to last." A faint smile appeared on the fog's face drinking small wine.

Zhou Fan said a little annoyed: "I'm not going to take it out, I'm just practicing here. I want to spend my life in this way. I'm too stingy. If I don't give it to you, I... don't have a knife in my hand, but I have a knife in my heart!"

After Zhou Fan finished speaking, he waved his right hand in the air with his right hand in the shape of a knife.

Wu Haha laughed, "There is no knife in his hand, but there is a knife in his heart? Where did you hear this kind of fallacy, but it's quite touching."

Wu seemed to have never heard of this theory of "no sword in hand, but a sword in mind" and the martial arts concept that is already a huge street in Zhou Fan's world.

"Just because you can speak such words, I will be a knife for practice." Fog raised its hand, and gray fog swept towards him.

The gray fog gradually condensed, and a giant knife condensed out of the fog's hand.

The fog threw the giant sword at Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan hurriedly avoided it, and the giant sword hit the boat board with a clang.

Zhou Fan stared blankly at the knife with a simple shape. He held the corner of his mouth. The knife was too big, seven feet long and two feet wide, and looked a bit like a door panel.

Wu smiled and said, "Don't say I'm stingy anymore."

Zhou Fan said speechlessly: "This knife is too big, please change me a smaller one."

"It's OK." The fog was unexpectedly easy to speak. He pointed a little finger, and the mist was shrouded in the mist, and a knife condensed again.

But Zhou Fan smiled bitterly after seeing it. The knife was really small, and the handle of the blade was the size of a palm...

"Can you get a better deal?" Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and said, suspecting that Wu was teasing him.

Wu shook his head and said, "Just take these two, just take them if you like them. Forget it if you don't like them. In fact, I'm just doing it for your own good. This big and small knife is the most suitable for you."

"Why do you say that?" Zhou Fan looked at two completely opposite knives on the ground.

The fog picked up a piece of vegetables and ate it slowly said: "You are practicing sword skills now. I believe you know that it is not just knife skills, but even other weapons. If you want to first see the way of a weapon, you must keep practicing and be as natural as eating and drinking water."

"The core of the basic sword technique is to swing the knife, and turn it around with one wave. Your flowing light fast silver sword technique describes this as a powerful drop of the knife silently and a small force to chop the knife violently. In fact, it means lifting the heavy knife and lifting the knife lightly. Practicing heavy knife and light knife can speed up your practice state."

"It makes sense." Zhou Fan's eyes were slightly bright. Why didn't he expect it?

If you can practice heavy sword lightly and light sword heavyly, the powerful sword falling silently and small force chopping sword as mentioned in the Flowing Light Silver Sword Fracture is fierce, and it is many times faster than his usual practice of straight swords.

When Zhou Fan thought of this, he frowned and looked at Wu. Wu was helping him, but Wu would not help him in vain. Zhou Fan quickly thought of the reason. Wu accelerated his progress in sword training in order to allow him to exchange the sword tricks he needed faster so as to deprive him of his life.

But even so, Zhou Fan would not refuse Wu's help. Compared with the lifespan required by those sword techniques, what he needs more is the ability to save his life at critical moments, and sword techniques are indispensable.

Zhou Fan picked up the giant sword on the ground, which made his shoulders slightly sank. He smiled bitterly. The knife was really not light, even heavier than expected, with a total of 300 kilograms.

Although he has three thousand kilograms of strength, the knife in his hand is not lifted and put down, but has to hold it and swing it.

Zhou Fan began to try to swing his sword, and the giant sword fell down, and the sound of the wind whistled, causing the gray fog around to drift everywhere.

Zhou Fan was worried, and he felt that his knife had been in vain for the whole day. Not to mention that the knife was falling, the position of the knife was off.

However, such a heavy knife is indeed more difficult than the straight knife he is used to using. It is indeed soaring. It is not surprising that the knife falls off.

Zhou Fan did not demand harshly, but waved his sword repeatedly. He had to get used to the weight of the heavy knife as soon as possible, and then talk about the others.

After swinging the knife a hundred times, Zhou Fan did not even sweat or even showed fatigue.

If he had been in the outside world, such a heavy knife would have been like this, he would have been so relaxed as he is now. Zhou Fan finally confirmed that no matter how hard he was in the Huihe space, he would not feel tired.

There are such benefits in Huihe Space, so Zhou Fan will certainly not waste his time, he practices more diligently.

After swinging the knife for five hundred times, Zhou Fan's heavy knife still fell down with a sound, but it was not as bad as before, and the position of the knife fell gradually became accurate.

"I suggest you practice cross-exercise, don't just practice heavy knife." Wu was still drinking and eating, and he suddenly spoke.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows, and he thought for a while and felt that Wu was saying something. What he wanted was that no matter what knife he held, he could adapt quickly and wield the sword technique he wanted.

This kind of cross-exercise will be better than just practicing one.

Zhou Fan put down the heavy knife and picked up the knife. The knife was as light as a feather.
Chapter completed!