"Clang!"
With a sound of impact, the rock was smashed into pieces, and the sword pierced through.
However, this kind of destructive power was far too weak compared to the sword strike just now.
No matter if it was in terms of power, speed, control, or anything else, they were all very weak and useless in actual combat.
Ye Fan wasn't too disappointed, this kind of result was normal. If he had mastered the Imperial Sword Technique in an instant, then it wouldn't be like no one in Mount Shu had truly learned it for thousands of years.
In terms of cultivation, Ye Fan had always been very patient and persevering. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to immediately raise his internal energy to an extremely high level within three years after crippling it.
He was able to practice a set of boring movements for so long without giving up. As for the Imperial Sword Technique, which was actually quite fun to practice, he wouldn't feel annoyed at all.
Therefore, Ye Fan started to continuously use his sword intent to summon the sword, and then controlled the sword to fly everywhere, bumping into each other as he practiced the Imperial Sword Technique …
This practice lasted for a day, but Ye Fan didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he felt happy with his gradually stabilizing control of the flying sword.
Ye Fan didn't care about the dark of the night and continued to practice the Imperial Sword Technique. In his mind, he constantly thought back to how the sword marks on the stone walls were created.
However, Ye Fan discovered that if he wanted to imitate that kind of sword mark, his level was far from enough. The sword was simply unable to perform such a complicated transformation, and it even had to have that kind of power.
Thus, Ye Fan calmed his heart, and from the second half of the night, he continued to steadily control the flying sword.
From the beginning to the afternoon of the second day, the sword's flight was already relatively stable.
However, Ye Fan discovered even more problems …
When he held the sword in his hand, he could easily make all sorts of changes to the sword, and his control of the sword intent was also free and easy.
However, once he used his sword intent to control the sword, it was equivalent to his sword intent being imprisoned and becoming a method to control the sword. Instead, he couldn't use his sword intent as he pleased.
To put it bluntly, in the process of controlling the sword, the sword had instead become a hindrance, not a helper.
If the flying sword couldn't interpret the sword intent, then what was the use of it? The power was not as good as the sword intent!
"It's so strange. If this is the effect of controlling the sword with sword intent, isn't it contradictory? How did that senior manage to control the sword with so many changes and power …?"
Fan Xian muttered to himself. Now that he had calmed down and thought about the problem, he realized that he was a little hungry.
It was better to go to Shushan, eat something, relax, and continue to think of a way.
Fan Xian knew that going too far was as bad as not going far enough. When encountering a difficult cultivation problem that was difficult to overcome in a short period of time, he couldn't keep wasting his time.
Thus, Ye Fan started to walk, quickly heading back to the Mount Shu Sect.
When Ye Fan crossed over two mountains, he suddenly discovered that there was actually someone in an empty space halfway up the mountain in front of him?!
It was strange enough that there were people in the wilderness, but this guy had actually built a stone stove, set up a rack, and was planning to roast a pheasant?
Fan Xian couldn't help but stop and walk over. He couldn't feel what kind of cultivation this person had. Looking at his simple green-gray shirt and light brown linen pants, he didn't look like a hunter in the mountains.
This man looked to be in his thirties or forties. His facial features were delicate and refined, and there was only a little bit of stubble on his face. The only thing on his body was a blue cloth bag.
Seeing Ye Fan appear, the middle-aged man blinked, then smiled and asked, "Little brother, are you also here to hunt for pheasants?"
"I'm just passing by." Ye Fan replied. He looked at the three pheasants that were tied up on the ground and said, "The harvest is not bad. How did you get it?"
"Hehe, practice makes perfect. Just throw a stone and you'll be able to hit it." The man smiled and asked, "Little brother, have you eaten yet? Do you want to try the roast chicken I'll make later? "
Ye Fan really wanted to eat it. This was much more delicious than the food cooked in the big pot of the Mount Shu Sect.
"Just three, it's a bit lacking. I'll go get a few more." Ye Fan said.
When the man heard this, he hurriedly nodded, "Sure, do you know how to fight? "There's no need to wait too long."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Kill the chicken and pluck its feathers first. I'll be right back."
To Ye Fan, catching a few pheasants was as easy as blowing off dust. Not long after, he caught another three and returned to the mountainside.
"So this is what you have in your cloth bag?"
Ye Fan saw that the middle-aged man was killing chickens by the small stream on the other side. What he took out from the cloth bag was a small kitchen knife and scissors. There were also a few jars that looked like salt, pepper, and other seasonings.
"Haha, I like to eat. I don't bring anything else when I go out, just bring the guy who eats." The man extended his hand towards Ye Fan, "Little brother, the chicken you beat is quite fat. Come, I'll kill it together."
Ye Fan gave him one chicken and kept two for himself. He said, "I'll kill two too, hurry up."
"You know how to kill chickens? "Hehe, you're so young, there aren't many people who know how to kill chickens," the man said happily.
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, "Not to mention killing chickens, I can kill pigs, sheep, and cows …" After all, only by killing them on the spot will the meat be fresh and delicious. "
"Yes, yes, yes, that's the reason. I just feel that those frozen meat don't have much taste right now. It's better to catch some game and kill it yourself. Only then will it be fragrant enough." The man deeply agreed.
Ye Fan still felt that this guy was a little strange and asked, "Brother, where are you from?" "This place is quite remote, ordinary people wouldn't come here."
The man smiled, turned his head and said, "My hometown is in the Kunlun Mountains, a very desolate place. My wife left early, so I was alone. I wandered around, since I wouldn't starve to death outside."
"Oh …" Although Ye Fan still felt that this person was quite strange, it was useless to ask any further, so he didn't ask any further.
Very quickly, after the two of them finished killing the chicken, they also cleaned up the chicken's internal organs.
"Hehe, these chicken hearts, chicken livers, and chicken gizzards are all good stuff. String them together, sprinkle some salt and pepper, and roast them first before eating." The man said with a happy smile.
Ye Fan also had the same intention, and asked, "What do you plan to do with the chicken?"
The man pointed to the seasoning he brought and said, "I'll sprinkle some salt first and marinate the meat a little. Then, I'll skewer it and put it on the stove. When it's about time, I'll sprinkle some pepper and fennel powder on it."
Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "This pheasant is not comparable to the chickens raised here. The meat is a little fishy. I'm afraid just these seasonings are not enough."
"Oh..." "That makes sense." The man said with some vexation, "It's a pity that I didn't bring any ginger …"
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