"Okay." The little savage had no objection.
Duo'er looked at Zhao Fan and asked, "Do you want me to wait for you?"
"No." Zhao Fan shook his head and said, "Because then I can't be distracted."
"All right."
Although Duo'er was a little reluctant, she still respected Zhao Fan's opinion.
"Duo'er, think about it from another angle." Daojun Bei'er said through the voice: "Why can't he be distracted while you wait for him? It's not because your presence affects his state of mind. This means that you are already in his heart. There’s a place.”
"yes!"
After Duo'er heard this, she immediately said with a smile on her face, "He started to care about me too."
next moment.
Zhao Fan escaped into the sea of powder, letting the sea of powder float to the corner of the warship and turn into particles.
"Here comes the wine!"
In the cave world, Zhao Fan thought, and the powerful wines he had stored rushed out and were placed neatly on the ground.
"In the past, there were hundreds of poems written by Taibai about drinking wine." Zhao Fan took out the emperor's name and held it in his hand. He picked up a wine jar with his other hand and said with high spirits: "Today, I will search for the secret technique in wine!"
He raised his neck and poured it into his mouth!
This is no longer drinking, but drinking from cattle!
Click!
After drinking all the wine, the wine jar fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Zhao Fan waved the emperor's name according to his memory at that time, one sword after another!
Not enough, not enough!
So every time he drank from the jar, he wielded a knife!
Gradually, I don’t know how much time passed, and he entered a state of drunkenness. His eyes and movements, no matter from which angle, looked like he was drunk!
However, the light of the sword is chaotic in shape but spiritual, and the more chaotic the composition, the more expressive it is!
It's as if a soul is constantly condensing!
"It's great! Do it again!" Zhao Fan tilted and was almost suspended from the ground. He raised the wine jar and drank from it!
Swish, swish, a few more knives.
Drinking sideways, wielding a knife!
Zhao Fan's consciousness became more and more blurred, but the power of his sword became more and more terrifying!
finally!
He was drunk.
He fell into a deep sleep!
When I woke up, I didn’t think about it in a sober state, but continued drinking and then brandishing the knife!
"Knives and wine!"
Zhao Fan said drunkenly: "This is the real secret technique of the sword!"
Emperor Ming let Zhao Fan wave it without saying a word. It felt as if it was drunk and had unprecedented pleasure!
The invisible is better than the tangible!
There is no way to defeat everything!
The true meaning of this secret art of swordsmanship is fixed at this moment!
"Yes!"
A smile appeared on Zhao Fan's face and he fell asleep contentedly.
When he woke up again, every knife he wielded while drunk was reflected in his consciousness like a brand.
Zhao Fan, who was sober, picked up the emperor's name and waved it. There was no difference in power, but he just didn't have that feeling. He couldn't reach the point where there was a spirit in the chaos. In this way, the essence was lost.
"What's going on?" Zhao Fan asked doubtfully, "Could it be that you can only use it perfectly when you are drunk?"
Suddenly, he remembered a boxing technique from the human world, drunken fist.
After mastering it, even if you don't drink, you can use your consciousness to deceive your body and appear in a state of being drunk without drinking. Only in this way can you call it Drunken Boxing. Even you don't know where the next punch will be.
But the clear consciousness, although not deliberately thinking about it, also affects the direction of the next cut.
"I see."
Zhao Fan closed his eyes, and his expression gradually became immersed. His whole body was erratic, swaying this way and that, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any time, but he also contained the word "steady".
He held the emperor's name in his hand and waved the knife unconsciously!
The essence reappears!
"That's it!" Zhao Fan opened his eyes, hugged the blade ecstatically, and said, "The secret technique is done! It's called, Nine Drunken Blades!"
The reason why it is nine swordsmanship, not seven swordsmanship, or ten swordsmanship, is because no matter how fake a drunken person is, it cannot be confused with the real one. After the nine swordsmanship, the body will react and lose its essence. And within the Nine Blades, the swords are chaotic and powerful!
"Huh... the secret technique of one level has been created!"
Zhao Fan curled up his lips. Now, as long as Daoyuan enters the peak stage, he can become the Second Path Lord at any time, and there will be no possibility of failure! ! !
This is like a tall building, the bottom is as stable as a rock, and capping it is just like playing!
Every secret technique he created has gradually become more powerful, making up for some of his own shortcomings. Moreover, there is also the ultimate sword of the Starlight Secret Technique as the backbone!
"Chaos Dao Lord's breakthrough is really difficult every step of the way."
Zhao Fan smiled and shook his head. If his words were heard by other Chaos Dao Lords who followed their own routes, they would definitely kill him like crazy. After all, the time Zhao Fan spent from beginning to end was too little, why? They all look like they were picked up for free.
There is no way, as a peerless genius, you have to look like a peerless genius. How can mediocrity be compared with him? !
"It's time to go out."
Zhao Fan escaped from the cave world of Fenhai. When he appeared, he looked around and saw that the entrance to the Liantian Demon Realm was right in front of him.
Only then did he realize that half a month had passed since he was in seclusion. The little savage and the sisters had been there for at least ten days. He didn't know how many demon spirit beads they had collected right now.
