The feeling was different from when he was teaching Lilia sword arts. Jack and Anthony's martial arts focused on the fist and palm, while Anthony focused on the staff.
However, although the types of martial arts were different, at Fang Xingjian's current level of sword arts, he was already extremely proficient in the circulation of his physical body and the way he exerted his strength.
His bare-handed and staff skills might not be strong, but he could point out the flaws in the circulation of his physical body when the two of them were practicing their martial arts. Furthermore, after Jack and Anthony recited the incantations for their various martial arts, he could follow the requirements of the incantations to correct their physical movements.
After all, regardless of whether it was sword arts, staff or bare-handed martial arts, they were all just different ways of circulating one's physical body.
"Jack, the position of your arm is not right. When you punch, the strength in your entire body must be twisted into a straight line. Not only your muscles and bones, but even your blood flow...
"Anthony, there are similarities between staff arts and sword arts. Your staff arts are extremely tough and easy to break. You should leave some leeway for it to have a certain level of charm.
"You must remember that the moves are dead, while humans are alive. The details of each person's body are different. After the moves are accurate, you must make minute adjustments according to your own body's condition."
Fang Xingjian sat on the lawn, completing his daily Nurturing and Training techniques homework, and secretly learning the new Nurturing sword techniques in his mind. At the same time, he took the time to guide Lilia, Jack and Anthony in their martial arts.
With this guidance, not only did Jack and the others feel that they had benefited a lot, Fang Xingjian himself also had a special feeling.
Usually, when he practiced with the sword, rather than thinking, it would be more accurate to say that he could rely on his sword senses to perform sword techniques as he pleased. No matter what sword technique it was, he would be able to pick it up after seeing it once or twice, and would be able to improve at a rapid rate. Now, he no longer paid attention to the most basic principles and rules of those sword techniques. It was because it was sufficient for him to just rely on his sword senses to practice.
However, now that he was guiding Lilia, Jack, and Anthony, it was clear that he could no longer rely on his feelings. It was because the three of them did not have Fang Xingjian's talent. In order for Fang Xingjian to guide the three of them in their sword arts, he would have to repeat the tricks and key phrases to them.
Fang Xingjian could sense that while he was guiding the three of them, he was also summarizing and revising his own sword techniques.
The few sword techniques he had just learned were also increasing their proficiency levels at a rapid rate. Moreover, as he was giving guidance on the effects of the martial techniques he had just learned, even the sword techniques which he had given up on after reaching level 10 due to the repetitive effects were also increasing their proficiency levels under Fang Xingjian's guidance.
The sound of explosions constantly came from the air. Jack clenched his fists and stood on the lawn, punching out a set of powerful and domineering fist techniques that combined strength and gentleness. Every punch of his created a strong gust of wind, and the sound of explosions could be heard. What was more amazing was that the blood in his body was constantly surging, making a sound like that of the Yangtze River.
On the other hand, Anthony was waving the long staff in his hand, lashing out explosively in the air with each blow. Crackling sounds rang out, and the blood and internal organs in his body were trembling. The sound of a tsunami kept on ringing out.
Lilia was slowly brandishing the huge sword in her hand, while Fang Xingjian stood next to her. As she was cultivating her sword techniques, his fingers were like a sword, tapping out continuously. Each tap of his finger would be directed at Lilia's body, and a gush of force would be channeled into Lilia's body through his fingertips, changing the flow of her vital energy and blood, as well as the rhythm of her breathing.
As she cultivated her sword techniques, Lilia had to constantly control the movements of every single muscle and bone in her body. In just a few minutes, she was already drenched in sweat and seeing stars.
However, as long as she made the slightest mistake, Fang Xingjian would tap on the spot where she had made a mistake. As a blush flashed on her face, she would immediately correct her movements.
It was obvious that Lilia was far from Jack and Anthony in terms of the control of the various aspects of the body's circulation in martial arts. Jack and Anthony only needed to give some pointers on a few crucial points, but Lilia needed to be taught step by step.
However, such step-by-step guidance was clearly very effective. Lilia was almost forced to memorize all the methods to circulate the force in the sword techniques. Then, through repeated practice, she memorized them in her body, turning them into instincts.
An hour later, Lilia stopped, drenched in sweat. Her sweat had almost drenched her clothes, and the muscles all over her body were trembling incessantly, as if they were not under her control.
Throwing an envious glance at Jack and Anthony, Lilia asked in anticipation, "Teacher, when will I be able to be like them?"
"It depends on how serious you are," Fang Xingjian said casually.
Jack and Anthony also stopped, looking at Fang Xingjian with gratitude. Jack spoke first, "Xingjian, thank you so much. With your guidance, the speed at which we cultivate our martial arts has doubled!"
"It's nothing." Fang Xingjian turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.
A beautiful young married lady was standing at the door, holding the hand of a little girl. The little girl looked like she was carved from jade, and half of her body was hidden behind the young married lady. She was sizing up Fang Xingjian timidly.
"Haha, you guys are here!" Jack laughed out loud as he walked over and carried the little girl up. The little girl giggled and called out for her father, while the young married lady stood there smiling.
Anthony, who was standing at the side, pursed his lips and said, "I really didn't expect that this boorish Jack would be able to find such a beautiful wife."
Fang Xingjian said calmly, "Family members can also come to the academy?"
Anthony nodded, "They can come to visit every week."
With that, Jack walked over with his daughter in his arms. The little girl looked to be about five or six years old, and her brilliant golden hair was tied into two little braids. She looked at Fang Xingjian and the others shyly.
"Come and take a look. This is my daughter, Alice." Jack smiled. "How is she? Isn't she very cute?"
Hearing that, the little girl hugged Jack's neck tightly, turning her shy face away.
Lilia laughed out loud as she walked over, reaching out her hand to pinch Alice's cheek. "Haha, she's so cute. Let me pinch her."
However, how could Jack dare to let this girl with monstrous strength pinch his daughter? He dodged and said, "F * ck, are you trying to kill my daughter?"
"Aiya, let me pinch her, let me pinch her." Lilia chased after him relentlessly, and the two of them started chasing after each other.
Just then, Fang Xingjian suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.
Unbeknownst to him, the principal was already standing there.
"Headmaster!"
The three of them called out in unison. Jack quickly said, "Then we won't disturb your cultivation anymore. Let's go."
After giving guidance to the three of them in the morning, it was time for Fang Xingjian to cultivate the Killing technique - Supreme Mistwind Sword in the afternoon.
The few of them left, leaving behind Headmaster Jackson and Fang Xingjian on the lawn.
Headmaster Jackson said, "Your Master is an impatient person. He took a pile of materials and remains and ran off to look for an old friend to forge a Divine Weapon."
Saying this, he smiled. "But this time around, the person he found for you is an extremely amazing master. You can look forward to the prowess of this Superior Remains Divine Weapon of yours."
"I still have to thank Headmaster and Master for your guidance."
"Our guidance is only secondary. The crux is still your talent." Saying this, the Headmaster let out a breath. "Supersonic speed..." Jackson took a long look at Fang Xingjian. "To be honest, you've given us too much of a shock. This news will spread very soon, and I don't know if it's good or bad for you."
The Headmaster shook his head. "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Your Master has left. From now on, I'll be training with you in actual combat." Saying this, he smiled again. "Be careful. I'm not as easy to deal with as him."
As he spoke, the Headmaster had already made his move. With a punch, it was as if space and time had been shaken. Amidst a series of booming sounds, Fang Xingjian felt as if he had collided into a wall. With a loud bang, he was sent flying over twenty meters away, leaving behind two long marks on the ground.
However, at the moment he stopped, strong gales surged and Fang Xingjian flashed continuously, forming over a hundred shadows surrounding the Headmaster.
It was a pity that Jackson's second transition job, the Tyrant Fist of the Firmament, had too great of an advantage. His Reduced Force Field covered an area of over a hundred meters, and with just a glare from him, more than half of the shadows were shattered. He then casually threw out punches, each of which brought about a series of explosions. They were like Stinger missiles, causing the space in which Fang Xingjian could move to become smaller and smaller.
Compared to Huang Lin's sword techniques, Jackson's punches were even more domineering and oppressive, almost overbearing. In addition to the fact that all five of his attributes were superior to Fang Xingjian's, he almost beat up Fang Xingjian until he covered his head and scurried away like a rat.
Just then, another round of applause rang out from outside the villa.
"How beautiful, newly advanced Windstorm Sword Hero. When I was your age, I wasn't as fast as you."
Fang Xingjian and the Headmaster stopped at the same time, looking in the direction of the door.
They saw a man dressed entirely in black clothes, black trousers, and a black cape clapping. Behind him was a young man dressed in the same manner.
Seeing their appearance, the Headmaster's pupils contracted. The man who was clapping continued, "Hello, I'm a level one investigator from the Royal Knight Association, Charlie. "This time around, I'm in charge of investigating Fang Xingjian."
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