Chapter 1132

Mu Hanyan certainly won't let Nie Fangsheng go. Although she now has chaotic sky fire, she can communicate with her heart and help her control the fire of casting sword, but chaotic sky fire doesn't have any skill of casting sword. She has to learn and understand it by herself.

Nie Fangsheng said that he inherited the skill of casting swords from the nies' ancestors, but mu Hanyan didn't dare to believe his character. If he did something, or left a hand, he would die in the pit. He didn't know why, so it would be better to get the secret of casting swords from the nies' ancestors.

Of course, xinghuan Qianji knows the skill of sword casting, but unfortunately, his specialty is the skill of magic wand. His skill of sword casting only knows how to use it, but he doesn't know how to use it. He doesn't know how long it will take to understand the skill of sword casting by relying on these pithy formulas.

The common ancestral secret collection has not only pithy formula, but also various annotations and experiences left by predecessors, which is much better than mu Hanyan's own understanding, and even better than Nie Fangsheng's teaching effect in some places.

Nie Fangsheng was stupid. He thought mu Hanyan would fail. He didn't think it would be like this. If he had known this, he would have copied a sword casting secret to Mu Hanyan. Unfortunately, it's too late to think of it now.

"Master Nie, you don't want to cheat, do you?" Mu Hanyan tilts his head and looks at Nie Fangsheng. As long as Nie Fangsheng has a word of evasion, he will point to his nose and scold him shamelessly.

Other people also look at Nie Fangsheng. They dare not point at him and yell at him. But if he does not believe his words, he will be despised in his heart.

"Well, here you are." Nie Fangsheng gritted his teeth and threw a sword casting secret to Mu Hanyan with a twisted face.

This mu Hanyan can't expect him to know how to respect his teacher, how to discipline his disciples and how to be polite. If he's offended, I'm afraid he won't be offended. Nie Fangsheng has seen the dandy virtue of Mu Hanyan. He doesn't want to make himself famous.

Mu Hanyan took the thick sword casting secret collection, and his heart was filled with ecstasy.

It's impossible to write such a thick book just by casting swords in four steps and thirty-six ways. Obviously, she guessed correctly. This secret collection also contains the experience of the nies' ancestors. With this secret collection and the help of chaotic sky fire, it's much better than learning to cast swords with Nie Fangsheng.

Mu Hanyan was so happy that he didn't bother to see Nie Fangsheng's face as black as the bottom of the pot. He directly opened the secret collection and looked at it.

"Eh, this is..." Mu Hanyan didn't feel anything when he looked at the twelve sword casting techniques in front of him, but when he began to look at the twenty-four sword casting techniques in the back, he was more and more surprised.

She had seen Nie Fangsheng demonstrate these 24 techniques once yesterday. At that time, she was immersed in each other's sword casting skills. She didn't think much about them. Now when she looked at them carefully, she found that she was familiar with them.

"It's strange. It's my first time to see this sword casting skill. How can I feel so familiar with it?" Mu Hanyan searches carefully in his mind.

By the way, meridian division and pulse cutting hand!

Mu Hanyan thought of it fiercely. Isn't the 24 hand sword casting technique of the Nie family similar to that of the Fang family?

Now mu Hanyan certainly knows that Fang's meridian division and pulse cutting hand is actually jiutianxing falling sword, but the sword technique is too mysterious for Fang's ancestors to understand, which evolved it into a medical technique.

"Is it true that the sword casting skill of the Nie family evolved from the sword technique?" The more I think about it, the more excited I am. Subconsciously, I will practice it in my mind.

Soon, mu Hanyan confirmed his conjecture. The Nie family's sword casting skill really evolved from the sword technique. Moreover, the power of this sword technique is probably no less powerful than that of jiutianxing falling sword.

It is also because it is too powerful, so even has learned the nine stars fall sword of Mu Hanyan, for a moment also can't understand it.

However, it's much easier to understand that Niejia's sword casting technique evolved from sword technique, and then use the principle of sword technique to reflect on the past.

At the beginning, when he saw the 24 ways of sharpening the edge to nourish the spirit, mu Hanyan felt that it was more profound than the previous 12 ways. It was estimated that it would be difficult to lead the spirit without a year and a half. However, with the principle of kendo, mu Hanyan found that it was not as mysterious as he thought.

Although it's impossible to fully understand it for a while, it's still no problem to learn how to look like it.

Mu Hanyan flipped through the secret of casting sword quickly. He practiced the technique constantly in his mind. He completely forgot himself and had already thrown all the people out of his body.

In the cold smoke to see the forgetful time, Ling Baobao smile beside the number of silver. Wahaha, "picking up" so much money, developed. Around the people are a face of dishes, looking at the number of money dancing Ling Baobao. Meat pain ah, no one thought it would be such a result, people feel their purse, want to cry without tears.

Mu Hanyan's concentration can be when others don't exist, but others can't be when she doesn't exist.

Looking at mu Hanyan as if there were no one else, he began to read the secret of sword casting in the sword casting hall. Nie Fangsheng's face was so black that he was almost dripping ink.Mu Hanyan forced himself to apologize and admit his mistake. He just took away the sword casting secret of Nie's family. Now he's still looking at it in front of everyone. What do you mean? Don't you mean to beat him in the face?

"Bathe in the cold smoke!" Nie Fangsheng couldn't bear it. He gave a roar.

"What's the matter? If you really want to give up, I'll give it back to you. Look, you are so anxious that you are going to cry. As for? Stingy, bala Mu Hanyan is practicing sword casting in his mind. He suddenly interrupts him. He is in a bad mood and says that he is not angry.

Nie Fangsheng only felt a stream of blood rushing to the spirit of heaven. He was so angry that he almost fainted on the spot. Who said I was so anxious that I was going to cry? I was angry. Is it OK?

Staring at mu Hanyan fiercely, Nie Fangsheng has the heart to die with him, but remembering mu Hanyan's sword of defeating Yue fanchen in the enrollment election, he feels that even if he wants to die with him, the chance is not very big, and the most likely thing is to die with him alone, but he doesn't die, so he can only suppress the anger of rushing to the spirit again,

"it's getting late. Let's go back to our respective places. Tomorrow I'll tell you how to cast swords. I hope you'll keep up your efforts and try to take the trial token away from me in the examination." Nie Fangsheng took a deep breath and finally suppressed his anger. He said to the crowd that he didn't want to see mu Hanyan any more.

"By the way, what will be assessed then?" Mu Han cut tobacco has no sense of arousing suspicion, asked excitedly.

Anyway, it's Nie Fangsheng who is angry, not her. She doesn't have to think about him.

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