Bai Xiyun led him to a living room behind, then entered the basement from the living room, and placed two bookshelves in a stone house, with four rows of books on it.

There was a scent of books floating in the room, and my heart was quiet when I smelled it.

Fang Han glanced at it, found hundreds of books, turned his head and smiled, "Master, are all books secrets?"

"Yes!" Bai Xiyun smiled and said, "How about it, you're eye-opening?"

"Where did the master get it?"

"Then don't worry!" Bai Xiyun said proudly: "Choose yourself, don't rush to finish reading it. If you find the one you want, practice it. If you practice it, then look for it. This is open to you."

"Thank you, Master." Fang Han was overjoyed.

He came to the bookshelf eagerly and took out a random book, which was arranged in traditional Chinese vertical lines. The papers were borrowed in ancient times and were of great value.

Bai Xiyun said: "Look at it slowly. There is food and drink in the refrigerator. If there is not enough, come and get it."

"Yes." Fang Han's eyes were already staring at the book.

The book he held in his hand was a palm technique, the Dragon Palm, the simple and vigorous characters, and the momentum was also ancient and clumsy, and there was no strangeness.

Fang Han knew that ordinary secrets would never be kept in the eyes of Master. After he flipped them over, he played them back in his mind, then put down the book, practiced them slowly, frowned and thought, but still couldn't find the wonderful thing, so he used them again, and the mind of the Dragon Palm flowed into his mind.

After practicing for a few times, he slowly realized the changes in speed and slowness, moved quickly and slowly, and moved around in a circle, with straight minds and curved shapes, truly meeting the requirements of the Dragon Palm.

After he realized a trace of charm, his body and mind changed. His spirit was high and his movements were light and fast, as if his whole body was half light, and he was about to soar into the air.

He secretly praised that this Dragon Palm is indeed good. After the heat is deep, the body movement will be extremely fast, and no one can get close to it, so it is hard to guard against it.

After he mastered it, he put it down and picked up another secret book. The Great Power of God and Demon.

He quickly turned it over. Then he closed the secret book and flipped it in his mind, every word and every posture was clear.

Putting the secret book back on the bookshelf, he put in a strange position, as if he was squatting but not squatting. He raised his hands halfway. His movements were very indecent. It seemed that he had been squatting halfway through the pit.

He constantly adjusts the subtle movements, the spacing between his legs, the spacing between his hands and the angle to his body. The secrets are clearly displayed in his mind, and compared with it, making the movements look good.

After about five minutes, a trace of heat flow was generated from the soles of the feet, and went up along the legs, reaching the shoulder well and going down again, repeating again.

Fang Han's body was still and his mind flowed, and he used his body to practice strength. After a while, his legs felt a little stronger, which was a very magical unique skill.

He has strong mental power, a slight control over his body, and can change and adjust at will. It is not easy for someone to practice so standard, and it does not have such a strong effect.

Fang Han sighed, and stood there for half an hour in one breath, his legs increased greatly and the effect was extremely strong.

He read a few more secret books and wrote them one by one in his mind. These secrets are unique, otherwise they would not have been collected by Bai Xiyun here.

Fang Han is now very talented but not broad. The emergence of these secrets has made up for his shortcomings. Extensive martial arts knowledge is crucial to cultivation.

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Fang Han didn't feel that time passed, but Bai Xiyun came down to call him. It was almost time to compete. He slept well at night and was fully energetic and could deal with Ichiro Tanida tomorrow.

Fang Han was energetic and had no feeling of fatigue. Instead, because he practiced some secret techniques, his body and spirit reached a state of prosperity.

He followed Bai Xiyun's request, went upstairs to have dinner and watch TV, and then did evening classes.

He was about to go upstairs to sleep, when Bai Xiyun came in with a sword and handed it to him: "Your sword is not around. This is a sword I have collected. If you want to match it, try to get it... If you don't work, find a way to send it tomorrow."

He was preparing to transport Fang Han's sword here overnight.

Fang Han took the sword and drew it out of the sheath. Suddenly, Xueliang and Han Qi rushed over, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Good sword!"

"This is an ancient sword, I got it by chance. Do you want to match it?" Bai Xiyun said.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Master, no problem."

"Can it work?" Bai Xiyun said: "If the sword is not in tune with each other, it may be a little bit different, which may lead to failure."

Fang Han smiled and said, "It's very much the same as my original sword."

"That's good." Bai Xiyun nodded and turned around and left.

Fang Han waved the long sword and sensed the sword body, which was better than the original sword. Moreover, the combination of human and sword has a more tacit understanding, as if he had used a sword for a long time.

Since he achieved his sword skills, he has not practiced frequently, so his tacit understanding with the sword is not that strong. This has its disadvantages and benefits. The advantage is that he does not have to use his own sword specifically, and other swords will still be convenient.

If you keep practicing with the same sword, you may become dependent on the sword. If you use other swords, you will feel awkward, which will make it uncomfortable.

Fang Han lay on the bed with the sword in his arms, feeling the breath of the sword and falling asleep, giving him a sense of tacit understanding.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Song Ren drove over and took Bai Xiyun and Fang Han out of the manor, and came to a manor outside the city of New York.

This Fei Manor is about twenty miles away from Bai Xiyun's manor. You can get there quickly by car. The interior of the manor is Suzhou garden style, with rockery flowing water, fish ponds and woods, winding paths, antique buildings, flying eaves and hanging corners, carved beams and painted walls.

As soon as the three of them arrived, an old housekeeper immediately led the three into the clouds, passed through the rockery and the woods, turned around, passed through a garden and a small lake, and finally came to a flat martial arts training ground.

The martial arts training ground is covered with blue bricks and neatly. There are some weapons, swords and guns next to it. There is a wood stake forest in the west corner. Each stake is one person tall, with a total of sixty-four pieces, which is spectacular.

Song Ren said: "Junior brother, Fei is the plum blossom stake."

Fang Han nodded and looked at the arrival of the people. There were more than 30 people in total. Five cameras had been set up, one on the front, back, left and right.

More than twenty people are busy, with beautiful hosts and impatient directors.

There were nine people standing not far from these people, each with a good temperament. You could tell at a glance that they were big shots and were looking at Fang Han carefully.

A young man with short hair stood beside them, wearing a dark green kimono, with his eyes closed, and a long Japanese knife around his waist. He was standing motionless with his sleeves as if he was standing like a statue.

Fang Han's eyes finally fell on him. This young man was Ichiro Tanida. No wonder his master didn't let Song Ren come up at first sight. This person's spirit reached the level of being introverted, round and wishful, and was completely integrated with the surroundings.

Fang Han nodded and admired. He really couldn't underestimate the heroes of the world. There were few who could practice this time as far as Morning Stars.

He shook his head and sighed again. It’s a pity that he is Japanese!

Master Jiang Cheng hated the Japanese the most, especially those who practice martial arts in Japan.

Fang Han turned to the Japanese big shots again, turned his head to look at Song Ren, and Song Ren whispered: "They are figures in the Japanese big family. They represent the Japanese samurai class."

Fang Han frowned and said, "They don't play any weird tricks, are they?"

"Let's keep an eye on it!" Song Ren said in a deep voice. He has this confidence. Japan's Yamaguchi Group is strong, and Zhigongtang is not a vegetarian.

Fang Han looked at the big guys and shook his head. These guys didn't seem to be the kind of people who abide by the rules. It should be their idea to try their skills outside the restaurant before.

No wonder they dared to broadcast the whole world. They had already concluded that their skills were not as good as Ichiro Tani. Fang Han shook his head and smiled.

An old man with white hair walked over with a smile and said loudly: "I'm late. It seems that everyone has arrived. Boss Bai, why don't you end up in person?"

Bai Xiyun snorted: "Old Man Fei, I am a lot of old and younger generations and I will leave it to them to solve. I should enjoy a happy life!"

Fei Jing nodded and laughed: "That's true!"

He turned his head and said to Ichiro Tanida: "Young man, I have a good relationship with your master. He is a good guy. There is nothing wrong with you avenging your master, but I hope you can compete in martial arts and try it all the time, so don't hurt the harmony!"

"Yes." Tanida Ichiro bowed and replied.

Fei Jing smiled and said, "Okay, since you're all here, let's start, how about it?"

Bai Xiyun said: "Old Yu, you are too unserious. This is live TV."

"No matter whether he is live or not, our goal is to resolve the grudges. Come on, two little guys come to me." Fei Jing smiled and said, "I'll talk to you."

Fang Han and Tanida Ichiro stood over.

Fei Jing said: "Xiao Fang, right? You also use a sword?"

Fang Han nodded: "Of course."

"Oh, few people practice swords now, it's rare." Fei Jing nodded and said, "Swords are eyeless, be careful, Ichiro, your master and Lao Bai are fighting for swordsmanship, not personal grudges."

"Yes, Mr. Fei." Tanida Ichiro answered in stiff Chinese.

Fei Jing said again: "You can't use hidden weapons to compete in martial arts. You can only compete in swords or fists. Those who violate the rules will lose. OK, you know, then start!"

He waved his hand and took a few steps back.

The camera moved closer, and the cameraman followed, as if he was about to rush over. At the same time, he was alone holding the microphone and speaking Japanese.

Fang Han's eyes narrowed, and he immediately threw away all the interference around him. In his eyes, only Ichiro Tani. Ichiro Tani is the one who has the deepest cultivation he has ever seen. He wants to understand it carefully, and using a sword is a moment of life and death. Even if he is stronger than the other party, he may be killed if he is careless.

He could see that Tanida Ichiro's eyes were cold and he had no intention of stopping. He was full of murderous aura and obviously wanted to kill himself.

Tanida Ichiro bowed and took two steps back, slowly pulled out the samurai sword. Fang Han pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and looked at him motionlessly.

"Hey!" Tanida Ichiro exhaled like thunder, his long sword was like lightning, and he instantly reached Fang Han's forehead. He seemed as fast as lightning, and his body was united, not giving Fang Han time to react.

A cold light flashed between Fang Han's waist, and the sword tip pierced the sword body. "Ding..." The endless clear sounds were not broken, and another series of clear sounds sounded. Tani Ichiro's long sword waved one knife after another, as if he was exhausted. Fang Han's sword tip kept pierced the long sword, making a clear sound.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed more than twenty moves, and Fang Han's sword was like a spirit snake that could not escape no matter where they came.

The people around were so nervous that they didn't breathe, staring at them without blinking.
Chapter completed!