After getting off duty, Zhou Fan hurried home to eat with his parents and continued to practice wielding knives.

He was as if he had fallen into a demon, and Zhou Fan also noticed his somewhat demonic state in his heart, but he didn't care, the more he was addicted to one thing, the faster he would learn, which was a good thing.

The practice of wielding the knife was not interrupted for a while until the thin monkey came, and after he pointed out the practice of the thin monkey a little, he did not continue to practice the knife, but first completed the four styles of leaving the acupoint today.

The four styles of leaving the acupoint are the foundation of the growth of strength, and Zhou Fan will certainly not forget it.

Seeing that Zhou Fan was so diligent, the thin monkey was not far behind, but buried himself in hard practice, until when he was about to leave the Zhou family, his four awakening styles were close to being united, and it was estimated that he would soon be able to try to hit the first threshold of martial arts.

As for whether the thin monkey has talent, Zhou Fan is not sure, if not, it will be troublesome.

Zhou Fan put away the knife and went home to sleep, thinking about it and slowly fell asleep.

After waking up, the boat seemed to be unchanged for eternity, and the fog did not disappear, but sat at the table and drank, eating snacks that Zhou Fan couldn't recognize.

"Mist, I found that the injuries on my body seem to heal quickly, is it because of the Gray River Space?" Zhou Fan asked Mist for advice.

Wu took a sip of wine, he glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "This problem requires half a month's lifespan." ”

Zhou Fan didn't ask any more, this kind of thing would cost him half a month of life, and he was reluctant.

Wu looked at the white jade cup and smiled, he also knew that Zhou Fan would not pay the price for this kind of problem, but in his opinion, the answer to this question was worth the price, it was not as unimportant as Zhou Fan thought.

Zhou Fan stepped aside, he wanted to practice knives, but when he came in, he was alone, and he couldn't bring things in.

Zhou Fan already knew that even if he cultivated the Tiger Shape Twelve Styles here, he could increase his strength, and since this was the case, the cultivation of the sword technique was also feasible.

But where is the problem knife?

Zhou Fan shifted his gaze to the fog again, "Mist, can you get me a knife out?"

"Oh, you want to live. A faint smile appeared on the face of the mist who drank the wine.

Zhou Fan was a little annoyed and said: "I don't want to take it out, I'm just practicing here, so I still want to collect life, it's too stingy, just forget it if I don't give it, I'm ...... I don't have a knife in my hand, but I have a knife in my heart!"

After Zhou Fan finished speaking, he really made a knife shape with his right hand and waved it in the air.

Wu Haha laughed, "I don't have a knife in my hand, but I have a knife in my heart?" where did you hear this kind of crooked reasoning, but it's quite emotional. ”

Wu didn't seem to have heard of this kind of theory of 'no sword in your hand, but a sword in your heart', which was already a rotten martial arts concept in Zhou Fan's world.

"Just because you can say such words, I'll give you a knife to practice. The fog raised his hand, and the gray mist swept towards him.

The gray mist gradually condensed, and a giant knife condensed out in the fog's hand.

The fog threw the giant knife at Zhou Fan, Zhou Fan hurriedly dodged, and the giant knife smashed on the board of the ship with a loud bang.

Zhou Fan looked at this simple-shaped knife in a daze, the corners of his mouth tugged, this knife is really too big, seven feet long and two feet wide, it looks a little like a door panel.

Fog smiled, "Don't stop me being stingy." ”

Zhou Fan was a little speechless and said: "This knife is too big, you can change it for a smaller one." ”

"That's fine. The fog was unexpectedly easy to speak, he pointed a little finger, the gray mist swirled, and a knife condensed again.

It's just that Zhou Fan smiled bitterly when he saw it, this knife is really small, and the handle of the knife body is the size of a palm......

"Can you have a normal one?" Zhou Fan said, raising his eyebrows, suspecting that the fog was teasing him.

Wu shook his head and said: "Just these two, if you like it, take it, if you don't like it, forget it, in fact, I'm also for your good, this big and small knife is the most suitable for you." ”

"Why do you say that?" Zhou Fan looked at the two diametrically opposed knives on the ground.

The fog picked up a handful of vegetables and ate it before he said slowly: "You are now practicing the basics of swordsmanship, I believe you also know that not only swordsmanship, but even other weapons are similar, if you want to get a first glimpse of a weapon, then you must keep practicing, so that it is as natural as eating and drinking." ”

"The basic core of the knife is to swing the knife, a swing of the knife knife at will, your streamer fast silver knife will describe this as a vigorous knife silent and small force chopping knife fierce, in fact, it is a weightlifting if light and light, heavy knife and light knife practice can speed up your practice state. ”

"Makes sense. Zhou Fan's eyes lit up slightly, why didn't he think of it?

If you can practice the heavy knife lightly and the light knife heavy, it is the streamer fast silver knife that the strong knife is silent and the small force chopping knife is violent, and it is many times faster than his regular practice of straight knives.

Zhou Fan thought of this, he frowned and looked at the fog again, the fog was helping him, but the fog would not help him in vain, Zhou Fan quickly thought of the reason, the fog accelerated his knife practice progress in order to let him exchange the knife duel he needed faster, so as to deprive him of his life.

But even so, Zhou Fan would not refuse the help of the fog, compared to the lifespan required by those knife skills, what he needs more is the ability to save his life at critical moments, and knife skills are indispensable.

Zhou Fan picked up the giant knife on the ground, which made his shoulders sink slightly, and he smiled bitterly, this knife is really not light, even heavier than imagined, a full three hundred catties.

Don't look at him, he has 3,000 catties of strength, but the knife in his hand is not raised and put down, but to be held and swinged.

Zhou Fan began to try to swing the knife, but the giant knife fell, and the wind whistled, slashing the gray mist around him in all directions.

Zhou Fan grinned, he felt that his day's knife practice was in vain again, not to mention that the heavy knife was silent, and even the position of the knife was deviated.

However, with such a heavy knife, the difficulty is indeed soaring compared to the straight knife he is used to, and it is not surprising that the knife is biased.

Zhou Fan did not demand, but swung the knife again and again, he had to get used to the weight of the heavy knife as soon as possible, and then talk about the rest.

After a hundred swings of the knife, Zhou Fan didn't even sweat, and he didn't even show his exhaustion.

If it was in the outside world, such a heavy knife would definitely not be as easy as it is now, Zhou Fan finally confirmed that no matter how he tossed in the gray river space, he would not feel tired.

With this kind of benefit in the Gray River space, Zhou Fan certainly wouldn't waste time, he practiced more diligently.

After five hundred swings, Zhou Fan's heavy knife still made a sound when it fell, but it was not as bad as just now, and the position of the knife slowly became accurate.

"I advise you to practice cross-drilling, not just heavy swords. Fog was still drinking and eating, and he suddenly spoke.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows, he thought about it, and felt that what the fog said made sense, what he wanted was that no matter what knife he was holding, he could quickly adapt and swing the knife technique he wanted.

This kind of cross-practice will be more effective than just one type of exercise.

Zhou Fan put down the heavy knife and picked up the knife, which was as light as a feather in his hand.

Holding the knife, Zhou Fan felt very uncomfortable.