Xia Ji thought, and a line of information appeared in front of the retina in front of him. This was the information generated by the "Golden Finger Divine Enlightenment":

——Fusion progress:

The Supreme Way: 1 (Demon Way)

Fifth grade Scripture: 3 (Demon Sutra)

Talk: (3/10)

Sutra:(4/10)

Dictionary:(7/10)

Tips: (6/10)

Power: (8/10)

In the blink of an eye, all the above information disappeared.

This information is just a fusion progress, and does not include those techniques that he has completed but cannot be used as fusion again.

But those martial arts are all below the level of fifth-grade economic economy, and are no longer important to him.

In the quiet house, Xia Ji lit a peaceful sandalwood, put the book [Nine Styles of Mo Dao] back on the bookshelf, took another book of the art of mind, sat back on the wooden table, and quietly began to read it.

While he was flipping through, he recited gently in his mouth, and his mind had already seen the way he used this technique.

After reading it, the sandalwood was just finished burning. He closed his eyes and carefully deduced it in his heart. Only then did he basically confirm that he had mastered it completely. However, even if he mastered it, he could not use it.

However, in the fusion progress,

Gong: (8/10) has become Gong: (9/10).

At this time, the sun had shifted slightly, and the sound of hawking in the streets came vaguely outside the mansion. He finally felt tired, so he yawned and lay back on the bed.

When I woke up, it was already dusk.

Xia Ji opened his eyes, rubbed his head, and got up to wash.

While washing up, his eyes accidentally saw the Mo knife hanging on the wall. This was Sister Xiaoqing's expectation for him and also her family's expectation for him.

Xia Ji wiped his face, changed into a black outfit, and walked to the wall silently.

The setting sun was red, and the drowsy light was swept by the west wind, and a cold light spread out from the tip of the two-meter-long Modao knife.

The cold light flashed into Xia Ji's eyes.

He grabbed the knife.

Swinged suddenly.

The knife rod is driven by strange power, and the blade body makes a strange trembling sound, buzzing endlessly. Such a Buddhist sound is everywhere, and the afterglow is endless.

"Try it again."

Xia Ji tried hard to suppress his instinctive reaction, recalling the moves in [Nine Styles of Mo Dao], the force method, and the corresponding mental method, and then he began to dance this sword.

At first, he could deliberately make himself look like a completely out of the way, but he would do whatever he was wrong...

But as time goes by, as he slowly moves closer to the right posture, everything changes.

He can no longer control it, because if he wants to control it, he will fight against all his instincts and thoughts all the time... This is simply anti-human, unless he is just dancing around, he can really look like a layman.

At this time, Xia Ji was not like a layman?

The Mo knife in his hand was given life, with a tormenting shock that made people's eyes, and a treacherous speed, which seemed to crawl and flew in the space.

You can't even tell whether the speed of this knife is fast or slow.

You even feel that the knife is like a little snail crawling slowly, maybe it will take more than half a day to cut off from a high place.

But when you first had this thought, his sword had already reached the end.

This knife should have shone cold light under the frosty sunlight at this time, but there was no reflection at all.

This sword should have cut through the air, and made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, but there was no sound at all.

The knife slashed with terrifying evil aura and various abnormal evil auras, and it fell like the devil peak was determined.

Immediately afterwards, it was like an evil flame burning, invading all directions.

The sword has no light and no sound. Each sword is a perfect trajectory that is almost a masterpiece. Every time he exerts force, he is an absolute killer move with death. It can be said that if Xia Ji was facing a group of people at this time, then after this set of dances, everyone around him would have died silently.

Xia Ji also noticed it, so he stopped.

For him, it is not difficult to do something wrong.

The difficulty is that it is really difficult to do something right that is different from your own way.

The art of attacking the sword with dignity is a way of killing people with a strong yin energy.

"I still haven't practiced it!"

"Come again!"

He doubled his concentration and practiced again, but failed.

He decided to slow down, this time it was OK, but there was a clear inconsistency between his moves, as if every time he made a knife or every pose, he needed to complete a large amount of budget in his mind and adjust his mentality in order to do so.

He practiced quietly, and only after the bright moon was in the sky and the cold light shone on the courtyard, he gave up temporarily.

He is not a person without perseverance, but his body can no longer tolerate any right things.

But he cannot give up. The scientific examination requires at least one level to be perfect. No matter how hard he works, he must reach this level.

At this moment, the courtyard door was pushed open without knocking.

Xia Wudi stepped in in a nine-clawed eagle robe. She had not slept for two days and a night, but recently some strange things happened in the world - the human body was spontaneously ignited. As the strongest person in the embroidered eagle hall, she had taken over this case, so she was very busy.

The Condor Hall is different from the "Bashu Patrol Gate - Wudang Feimen", and has two functions: first, manage the prison; second, maintain order in the rivers and lakes.

To a certain extent, these are two departments that have intersections, because "destruction of the order of the rivers and lakes" and "big cases of the rivers and lakes" are the same thing to a certain extent.

Therefore, Xia Wudi, wearing the embroidered robe of the Nine-Clawed Eagle, is also known as the "Guan of Jianghu".

Of course, she also has another name, that is, "the world's number one god arrester".

But this is a deliberate and disgusting call, because it slapped Wudang Feimen in the face in the four great masters of Wudang Feimen.

But there was no way. For some reason, the emperor was excited to give the title of "the world's number one god arrester" and decided to make this name.

Xia Wudi was not timid, and accepted it calmly.

At this time, the beautiful first genius captain pushed open the door, but when she saw her younger brother standing in the courtyard, she couldn't help but tilt her head and wanted to make a joke, but found that her younger brother was holding Mo Dao and standing in the moonlight.

The moon is like frost, and the person is like beautiful jade.

However, such a young man seemed a little desolate and lonely in such a moonlight.

Xia Wudi put away his teasing heart and walked up to encourage him: "Xiao Ji, don't be discouraged. Practicing a knife is not something that can be achieved overnight."

Xia Ji smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xiaoqing, I'm fine."

Xia Wudi thought for a while and said, "Don't be discouraged. Human muscles and instincts have a process. When you persevere, correct muscle memory and instincts will be formed, and then your knife skills will have a sense of fluency. Holding the knife is like a fish in water.

Don’t rush to dance the complete set of sword techniques. Learn one by one. Start by posing with a squat and horse stance, and then try hard to integrate each posture, so that this stance becomes a perfect whole.

I have written each mental method in detail in the book. You only need to follow those simple mental methods and imagine that you are upright and brave, so you should be able to go further on the basis of correct posture."

Haoran righteousness?

How easy it is...
Chapter completed!