On the lawn of the river valley, Yang Muyun held a long sword and waved slowly.
The fighting instinct that awakened when the madness kept flowing in my mind. Although it was only a little bit or a half claw, it also benefited Yang Muyun a lot. Combined with the lifelong swordsmanship of the Sword Saint of the Wind, Yang Muyun's understanding of combat instinct became one step further, and he was a savage.
Understanding also makes you understand the origin and point directly to the avenue.
If divided according to the level of the human civilization world, Yang Muyun is now a real sword saint.
Whether physical or mental, they are all extraordinary and extraordinary.
However, there are many new things in Yang Muyun's swordsmanship, such as...
"Sword-controlling skills!"
With a swing of his arm, he threw the weapon out. The long sword was like a dart, arrow, or playing cards. It instantly spanned dozens of steps and hit the dartboard in front accurately.
The center of the red heart.
However, this is not the end. Yang Muyun hooked his fingers, and the sword on the dartboard retreated back, and then inserted it forward again.
Twist twist twist twist!
He thrust six times in an instant, and each time he hit the red heart, and he directly poked the red heart.
Yang Muyun waved his hand and immediately passed through the dartboard, turned around and back, and then fell obediently into his palm.
Next to him, Dashi's eyes were straightened.
He witnessed Yang Muyun and the Flying Sword Saint with his own eyes, and also knew that Yang Muyun hit the Flying Sword Saint with this unheard of sword, laying an advantage and finally killing him in one fell swoop.
"Chief, your move is so powerful that you don't have to get close to you. You can kill someone with just a wave of your hand."
Yang Muyun waved his hand, and this is where he went, the basic operation, the basics in the basics, and the most powerful ones are still behind, so he still has to continue thinking about it.
Ying also looked at Yang Muyun enviously, but she was just envious.
Just as the dwarves like axes and hammers, the barbarians like the most is the big stick, followed by a round bone insertion on the big stick, or a circle of sharp thorns on the big stick.
Therefore, Shadow is very unsatisfied with the sword and cannot raise any interest.
But now, the shadow widened his eyes in disbelief.
Yang Muyun held the sword in front of him and pressed it with his hands.
Very stable.
Then Yang Muyun raised one leg and pressed it on.
Then, Yang Muyun became more and more impatient, pressing his legs together, pressing his entire body against the slim sword.
Dashi:?
film:?
This is OK?
Dashi also ran over and pulled it with a big stick, confirming that there was not something supporting it underneath or something hanging on it.
Naturally, nothing is gained.
Yang Muyun smiled proudly, "Stop looking for it, there is nothing."
Yang Muyun didn't know what the real sword-control technique looked like, but Yang Muyun had found his own sword-control technique.
After the power of mental thoughts soared, Yang Muyun had the ability to control things with thoughts.
With the power of thought as the basis, the power of wind as the supplement, and with the spider silk, Yang Muyun realized his unique sword-control technique.
Transparent spider silks that are almost invisible to the naked eye radiate from every corner and edge of the sword.
Just like a circle of dense fuzzes appearing on a long sword, but these fuzzes are extremely short and thin, and cannot be noticed by the naked eye.
However, it is these fluffs that have become the force point of Yang Muyun's spiritual thoughts. He controls the long sword to fly, turn, and levitate through tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of force points.
In other words, Yang Muyun relied on the power of his spiritual thoughts to support himself.
It sounds like I stepped on my left foot and went up to the sky, but it also feels like I was pulling my hair and grabbing myself.
But that's the truth.
Yang Muyun can accurately control every small muscle in his body. Balancing is not difficult for him. He stabilizes his body in one second, and then controls the flying sword to advance and retreat in the air and turns around and turn.
After repeated experiments, Yang Muyunqing also figured out the pros and cons of this version of his sword-controlling technique.
If you accelerate in a straight line, you can feel the strong wind rushing on the face. If you don’t carry a man, it is a few minutes faster than an arrow. If you carry a man, you won’t be slower and you can reach the speed of a normal person running.
The turn is a bit inflexible, and it can even be said to be stiff, and it almost overturned several times.
Yang Muyun also understood that this was not a flaw in sword control, but his lack of spiritual thoughts and was unable to control the turning and somersaults of flying swords. In the future, he must work hard to practice spiritual thoughts.
After wandering around the big stone and shadow for a few times, Yang Muyun turned over and jumped down. With a wave of his hand, the sword immediately fell into his palm obediently and made a sonorous buzzing sound.
Touching the dense blood-colored spider silk on the sword's body, Yang Muyun thought to himself: This little guy is no longer an ordinary weapon, but a magical weapon connected to his own bloodline and soul, a living little life.
"Before you have time to name it, what will you call it in the future?"
Dugu Jiu was arguing before, but Yang Muyun was also a waste of his name, and even if he was scraped, he couldn't think of any good name.
"I'm too lazy to think about it, just let's have the fairy sword."
Although the sword was covered with blood and the sword was covered with dense spider web patterns, it seemed that it was a demonic energy soaring into the sky, Yang Muyun still called it the Immortal Sword.
It's just a name, what do you call me if you like it, why bother with so many things?
The fairy sword clanged again, turned around in the air, and then obediently inserted himself back into the scabbard.
At this time, the roe egg came to report, "Master, the inspection team in Tielu City has been fully received, and they also took them to see the greenhouse planting and the scene of our meals. But they still insisted on seeing you."
Yang Muyun said lightly: "They are not qualified to meet me. You are in charge of all the trade in Tielu City. Report big things to me, and you can make your own decisions on small things."
Hearing this, he became excited.
What is the quickest thing in life? In the past, you ignored me, but now I can't stand it, and I have to beg me with a smile.
"Master, don't worry, the younger one must have done this beautifully."
Yang Muyun nodded and said, "Iron City just wants to buy food from us. This can be sold to them. The price of humans gives them is also our price. In addition, supply to them tobacco."
Originally, Yang Muyun had not planned to start a tobacco business.
After all, smoking is harmful to health. I borrowed two cigarettes from Wang Jinlong before, and Yang Muyun also sniffed them and threw them away.
The first time is called a fresh experience, and the second time is addicted to indulgence.
Ten years after his rebirth, Yang Muyun had already quit smoking, a harmful thing, and naturally he did not intend to use it to harm others.
But the dwarves are different, and Yang Muyun has no psychological burden at all.
Not only did he have to export tobacco to Tielu City, Yang Muyun hoped that the dwarves would be addicted to smoking, so that he could control the dwarves with the tobacco, a harmful spirit.
After giving away the braised eggs, Yang Muyun immediately opened the passage and returned to the earth.
[Thanks to Bingfengxue Wu for rewarding 30,000 starting coins, hereby update, 8/10]