Fu Zheng said, "I finally got to see the path after sitting for two months."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "The Changchun Sword Art is a first-class grade after all, and it is even more difficult to comprehend."

The more powerful the sword technique is, the higher the understanding required.

Not everyone can practice the first-grade sword technique. If you don’t have enough understanding, you will never get started even if you practice hard for a lifetime.

Fu Zheng sighed, "Your Highness, do I have insufficient understanding?"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed.

Fu Zheng said: "I heard that those real geniuses can instantly understand the first-class martial arts."

"The right time, place and people are just harmonious." Chu Zhiyuan said: "If you can't meet someone, you can't understand it. "————I'll practice it again, but this is a shortcut, but it may affect your future understanding."

"Please, Your Highness!" Fu Zheng said hurriedly.

Chu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand.

Fu Zheng handed her sword.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his long sword lightly, shaking the faint fragrance on the hilt of the sword, and the sword body sounded like a metaphor.

He slowly drew an arc and then stabbed.

"Buzz——" There seemed to be a blue light flashing.

Then the green light became more and more prosperous, like a lake rippling.

There is no sword shadow, but only the faint green light.

After a moment, the green light disappeared, and the long sword was still as clear as autumn water.

He lowered the tip of the sword and looked at Fu Zheng.

But Fu Zheng didn't move, her bright eyes were blank.

Chu Zhiyuan silently returned to the stone table and sat down, looking at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng fell into a strange state, with her breathing disordered around her body, and she was sometimes high and sometimes low.
Chapter completed!