Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 91 Break into Yihua Palace again

Yi Buhuo drew out his sword and calmed down.

When the wrist was turned, the long sword flashed a cold light.

Draw, bring, lift, grate, hit, stab, point, collapse, stir, press, split, cut, wash, cloud, hang, lift, chop, pick, wipe, peel, tie, circle...

There are no flying sand and rocks, no flying dead leaves, only the breathing that gradually becomes heavier and the posture that gradually changes shape.

Ten minutes later, after a round of practice, Yi Buhuo's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his arm felt sore, and he felt that the sword in his hand was extremely heavy!

"It is indeed a basic swordsmanship. It contains all the key points of swordsmanship. I am so tired after just practicing according to the sword manual. If I want to use my arms and fingers like an arm, I am afraid there is still a long way to go..."

Yi Buhuo casually inserted the long sword into the ground and shook his nearly weak arm. Although there were beads of sweat sliding down his face, there was more of a smile.

With his current physical condition, he can easily chop bricks and stones with his hands, but he almost collapses after rehearsing the sword technique. This is because the sword technique requires the mobilization of all the muscles in the body.

A layman like him had never had any contact with integrating the power of the body before, and all he relied on was internal energy.

After practicing for the first time, the muscles all over my body were sore, and even if there was no strain, the strength recorded in the sword manual was detailed enough.

"Although there are many skills in swordsmanship, in the final analysis it is still fast, accurate and ruthless! After mastering the routines, what matters more is faster speed and stronger strength..."

Yi Buhuo's true energy circulated, eliminating physical fatigue, and he picked up the sword and prepared to do it again.

After the previous pass, although the deformation of the sword became more serious as he went on, he felt a sense of joy in his heart. This was much more interesting than the boring training of internal strength.

Holding the low-quality long sword worth five taels of silver in his hand, Yi Buhuo followed his heart and started practicing from scratch again. This time he was no longer pursuing speed, but only the word "stability".

It doesn't matter if it's a little slower, every move must be standard!

Less than half an hour later, Yi Buhuo sheathed his sword and stood up. Although it was much slower than the first time, this time his wrist no longer trembled and his breathing was smooth.

He has enough time to carefully understand the release and withdrawal of each move, the connection between the different moves, and the operation of body strength...

Yi Buhuo closed his eyes and started practicing again. The changes between sword moves were no longer stiff, and the speed of the moves became smoother unconsciously.

A set of consecutive moves was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. The faint sound of swords could be heard, cold light flashed, and the air seemed to scream.

"The speed of progress is really amazing!"

Yi Buhuo sighed slightly, as if since his breakthrough in internal strength, his mind suddenly opened up and he could master any martial arts at his fingertips.

Iron-like palm skills, today’s basic sword skills...

If he didn't have a clear understanding of himself, he would have thought that he was a born martial arts prodigy.

"Sure enough, it's impossible to get around without some plug-ins. This kind of progress is faster than an ordinary person ten times. Who wouldn't be confused after watching this..."

Smelling the aroma of barbecue coming from the distance, Yi Buhuo shook his head, sheathed his sword, and did not continue practicing.

After several times, he also figured it out. With the speed of his progress, it was pointless to practice it again by rote. In just a moment, the basic sword skills were already understood by heart.

If you want to make real progress, you need to practice not just superficial swordsmanship, but strength, speed, and timing!
This requires practice over and over again over a long period of time. What matters is the feel of the hand, rather than continuing to follow the sword manual and repeat the moves.

It happened to be dinner time, and within half an hour or so, Su Ying would have been there a little later.

Yi Buhuo held his sword and joined everyone while realizing what he had just learned from the drill.

Sure enough, it was already dinner time. Everyone sat in a circle in twos and threes, holding barbecues, talking and laughing about how lively it was.

Evil Tongtian was about to call him when he happened to meet him. After Yi Buhuo said hello, he sat down next to Su Ying, tore off a chicken leg and smelled the meat. Yi Buhuo wolfed it down. After all the consumption, he was sure hungry.

"How are you practicing?"

Su Ying took a small bite of the meat and asked softly.

"You have to believe in the man you choose. Just a few sword skills, doesn't that mean he has the skills?"

Yi Buhuo chuckled, his mouth full of oil.

Su Ying handed over a handkerchief and rolled her eyes at him, "You don't make a draft when you lie. Don't think that I don't know martial arts. How can anyone master swordsmanship in such a short time?"

"No one listens to me if I tell the truth these days. Even you don't believe me."

"Senior Tie can vouch for this. I am the genius you mortals call me."

Tie Ruyun looks rough but looks very elegant. When he heard his shameless words, he didn't even think of paying attention to him. He just turned his head slightly to avoid his sight.

Yi Buhuo didn't take it seriously, pointed at him and said: "Look, he has acquiesced."

After filling their stomachs while fighting, they left Xitong Tian to deal with the mess. They talked for a while to eat up and then continued to set off.

Although the team was huge and they had a family with them, it only took them a day and a night to get to Yihua Palace.

"You guys wait here while Xiao Yu'er, Senior Tie, and I go in."

"I also need to go!"

Tie Xinlan stopped in front of them, unwilling to stay. Hua Wuque still didn't know what kind of suffering he was going through in Yihua Palace, so how could he wait with peace of mind.

Having arrived at the gate of Yihua Palace, her heart became even more urgent. The worries that had been washed away by the laughter and laughter on the road began to fill her heart unconsciously.

Yi Buhuo thought for a moment before shaking his head and saying: "The situation inside is unknown. I'm afraid you won't be able to help but be impulsive, but I can't let you get involved."

This means that the two of them are close, so he tells the truth.

Tie Xinlan's martial arts skills were low and could easily be used as a weakness. He didn't want Yao Yue to seize the opportunity and make others use him as a weapon.

Su Ying also held her back and advised: "Yi Buhuo is right. We are here to save people. The fewer people who go in, the better. Xinlan, you better not be willful."

"I don't want Hua Wuque to put you in danger."

Tie Ruyun didn't look good. The cabbage he had raised by himself was eaten by a pig, and he had to save him as an elder. Now his daughter was extremely anxious for her lover, which made him very unhappy.

"Xinlan, please stop being unreasonable. Dad will bring your little lover out intact and hand it over to you. Although Yihua Palace is a forbidden area in the martial arts world, how can I put you in danger with dad here?"

"Dad, what did you say..."

Tie Xinlan looked away, weren't you fine the past two days?Why are you suddenly saying this now?

Tie Ruyun snorted coldly, "I didn't even think you cared about your biological father. It turns out that you are a bad girl!"

Yi Buhuo couldn't help laughing as he smelled the sour smell in the air.

"Senior Tie, be careful, I'm afraid even Yao Yue can smell your sour smell."

"Humph!"

Tie Ruyun waved his hand and snorted coldly.

(End of this chapter)