This feeling of drunkenness is so uncomfortable.
Last time I was having sex in the crypt, I was beaten violently and I barely finished the game with all kinds of joyful swaying and shaking my legs. Now there is no condition, so Yang Muyun can only find a piece of open space to practice swords.
The sword move, which was originally very well-organized, immediately seemed to be crooked when used in this state, and could not stand firmly and could not hold it. The sword in his hand was like a ghost-drawing brush, shaking in the air.
But Yang Muyun was in his heart and no longer deliberately controlled his body and spirit, but let it go.
Why do we have to pursue precision and perfection like gears? Do we have to fight strictly and seamlessly?
If you really pursue control of details, then the battle becomes a pure mathematical calculation. Whoever controls details faster and more accurately will gain an advantage and win.
In this way, wouldn’t it become a supercomputer PK? Whoever has the stronger calculation is sure to win?
Are there any shortcuts?
Can you get the results calculated by others with super computing power?
If you turn to the last page, you can see the answers obtained by others step by step?
Is the process important or the result important?
A true high-end battle may not have so much time to think and measure, intuition is the most important thing.
Prepare for the enemy first and prepare for the future.
The first level of realm, the autumn wind is awakened before the cicadas move, and the second level of realm predicts the enemy's prediction.
In the blurry and hazy, Yang Muyun thought of drunken fist, and was drunk without being drunk.
My current state does have the charm of Drunk Fist.
It is not impossible to extend from drunken fist to drunken sword.
The huge swordsman's foundation of the Sword Saint of Wind was refined by Yang Muyun, and the process of refining was mixed with many mixed things.
Well, it can be considered Chinese.
Modify all the things that cannot be integrated and eliminate them.
After the running-in, the body and mental thoughts merged again, and Yang Muyun's sword intent was also purer and polished more rounded.
When spiritual and mental improvement is the most obvious change is the growth of mind control objects.
The fairy sword suddenly came and went under Yang Muyun's control, making a sharp roar in the air, and the speed of the sword driving was three points higher than before.
What made Yang Muyun even more happy was that he turned around and turned his head more flexible and flexible when controlling the sword, and even made some dazzling and difficult movements in the air.
For example, the hilt of the sword remains still, the sword body rotates 360 degrees with the hilt as the center, and the rotation speed is very fast, and it can pull out a 360-degree circular sword shadow.
But his control was not in place, so he took a few more than ten rounds and then took off the game. The fairy sword flew out and it took him a while to stumble back.
For example, the sword body moves horizontally from left to right at high speed, jumping back and forth, leaving two afterimages in the air, like a sword turning into two swords.
However, this kind of high-frequency and high-speed reciprocating movement consumes a lot of mental thoughts.
Controlling the sword body to move left and right back and forth, Yang Muyun felt dizzy after playing for four or five seconds, and then as soon as he was distracted, it turned into a slow motion in left hand and a slow motion replay in right hand.
If you make a mistake, come back.
Left and left and right...
After a while, it turned into a dragon on the left and a Aaron Kwok on the right.
Left and left and right...
Left!left!right!go! go! go! go! go! go! go!
Focus, focus, focus is important.
The inability to concentrate on the mind can only show that your foundation is too weak and you cannot control the difficult sword-control technique.
There is no way, so I find an opportunity to kill more mountain spirits and wild monsters with faith, and suck blood and refine souls to improve.
With his sword in the sheath, Yang Muyun walked towards Dashi.
"How is the result of the battle?"
"Chief, the chief, harvested 39 ordinary spear-mouthed ibis, half of which were alive, and were still breathing. The dead lost two bird heads and four bird legs. Their leaders were completely dead, but they were covered in blood."
Yang Muyun nodded and walked towards the spoils.
Ordinary sacrifices are useless, it is better to eat them as a supplement, which can at least enrich the stomach and nourish the body.
As for the leader of the spear-mouthed ibis, he must be dedicated to his ancestors. The sacrifice that would let go of blood should not care about such details.
Soon, Yang Muyun's sacrifice received feedback.
Just seeing the items in the bubbles, Yang Muyun fell into a petrochemical state.
It is not the bird's beak that is as sharp as an awl chisel, but the black, white, and blue-gray feathers on the body of the spear beak.
The feathers were also made into a piece of clothing, which is the feather clothes.
This feathered jacket is not ugly either. On the contrary, it looks so beautiful. It is precisely because it looks so beautiful that Yang Muyun does not have the courage to wear it.
Isn’t it a bit too disharmonious for a big man to wear such furry and shiny clothes?
But in order to become stronger, it is nothing wrong to try it occasionally.
He pinched his shoulders and gestured on his body. He found that the sleeves of the clothes were very wide, and there were three layers of fine feathers under the sleeves, and two bunches of long feathers were dragged on the back. They looked like birds' wings and
Tail.
Yang Muyun gave the clothes to Dashi.
Dashi immediately waved his hand, "Chief, I have this tiger skin, so I don't need this dress."
Yang Muyun nodded, "I'm asking you to help instill some faith power."
Dashi said twice, then quickly instilled into it, and the light on his wings became more dazzling and the color became more bright.
Yang Muyun coughed, "Low, dim, hidden, don't be so eye-catching."
"Chief, my power of faith has been used up."
That's just that it can't be changed.
Yang Muyun took the feather suit in a depressed manner, then gritted his teeth and opened it. The wide feather suit wrapped around his body like a cloak, and it also looked like a big bird, spreading its wings behind Yang Muyun.
The feathers hang down, Yang Muyun stretched out his hands into his sleeve, tied a ribbon between his neck, tightened the belt between his waist, and there were two bracelets and arm rings in the sleeve, which were firmly fixed on his arms, and two legs on his lower body
Ring, fix the feather clothes to the legs.
emmm...
Fortunately, there is a hood, which is connected to a bird's head mask to cover her face. This design makes Yang Muyun feel a little bit better.
Dashi walked around in surprise, "Chief, this dress looks so beautiful, I just don't know if it's strong or not."
Yang Muyun glared at Dashi.
Sturdy or not?
What, what else do you have?
Young man, your idea is very dangerous, do you know?
Yang Muyun swung his hands, his sleeves swayed, and a light wind circling under him. Yang Muyun's body slowly left the ground and was suspended one foot from the ground.
Yang Muyun hovered in the air and stopped moving. After more than ten seconds, the wind around him began to deplete. After three or five seconds, the exhaustion was completed. Yang Muyun fell back to the ground lightly.
It can really fly...
Even if you don't use a sword, you can fly.
Although it is too beautiful and fancy, it is not unacceptable for practical purposes.
The most important thing is that it is much more convenient to move on the earth after having this dress. If you are careful, there should be no major problems. Even if you are occasionally photographed, you will be regarded as some unknown bird.
Chapter completed!