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People who practice martial arts pay attention to having a good constitution. How to have a good constitution? In addition to being born with it, one also needs to practice diligently and use various precious medicinal materials to lay a good foundation.

Only in this way will you not feel tired when you make subsequent breakthroughs. In Master Yan's opinion, people like Xu Feng who change careers late will basically not achieve too high achievements.

At best, they can stand out in the early stages with their terrifying comprehension, but in the later stages they are far inferior to those who have been practicing since childhood.

"Thank you, senior."

"Have you ever had a teacher?"

Master Yan really didn't want to waste Xu Feng's terrifying understanding.

"Replying to the senior, I have been practicing blindly on my own, and no one has guided me so far."

Indeed, there was no one to guide him. He simply plundered all the memories of others and then integrated them into his own understanding.

This is also why Xu Feng’s understanding is so terrifying.

"Compete with me and let me see your limits."

Xu Feng showed surprise. Although he could not see through Master Yan, he could feel that Master Yan's strength was definitely far above his own.

"Don't worry about anything else. I will lower my realm to the same level as yours. Just treat me as an opponent of the same level. Don't worry about the rest."

With these words, Xu Feng no longer had any reservations. He reached out and pulled out the broken sword that Master Yan had helped him repair, and performed a junior's salute.

"Please give me some advice, senior."

The sword moves used by Master Yan seemed illusory, but in fact, each sword blocked Xu Feng's retreat. If he was not careful, it would be difficult to break free from his hands.

From the very beginning, Xu Feng was in a passive defense. He attacked several times and felt such great pressure from one person for the first time. He also realized how big the gap was between himself and Master Yan.

Xu Feng gradually put aside his thoughts and responded with all his strength.

However, Master Yan's sword was like a surging river, wave after wave, leaving him no chance to think.

"Boy, your swordsmanship is so weak. You can't keep going like this. Look carefully, this is a true swordsman."

The moves used by Master Yan were exactly what Xu Feng had learned from the small sword before.

The moves are exactly the same. Previously, Xu Feng only thought that this sword technique was very terrifying, but after Master Yan used it, he realized where its horror lay.

As time went by, Xu Feng was knocked away by a sword. It was not until the moment his body fell to the ground that he understood the true meaning of this sword technique.

"Do you see clearly?"

Master Yan's intention was not to teach him a lesson, but to help him fully comprehend this sword technique.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I now roughly understand it."

"Very good. Your comprehension is very rare. It won't be a problem for you to master this sword technique. This is a set of sword techniques I used when I was young. I hope you won't lose its reputation in your hands."

"Practice it again yourself and ask me if you have any questions."

Xu Feng nodded in agreement. During his sword practice, he learned a piece of news from Dashan that Master Yan was the world's number one swordsman who disappeared fifteen years ago.

His cultivation has reached the level of Tongxuan. No wonder Xu Feng can still feel the aura from him even though he is suppressing his own realm.

The aura of the top strong people is not something that others can experience.

"Brother Xu, now you understand how great an opportunity this is, right?"

"Thank you, senior brother, for informing me."

"You're welcome. I'm not very good at understanding, and I'll never be able to comprehend his swordsmanship in my lifetime. If it's passed down to you, it won't be lost. From now on, you and I can just call each other brothers when we meet in the martial arts world."

"Brother Dashan."

Although Master Yan did not formally accept Xu Feng as his disciple, he treated him as his own disciple.

It was right for Xu Feng to call him "senior brother" both emotionally and logically.

Xu Feng practiced sword skills several times in the yard, and after he had thoroughly mastered it, Master Yan ordered him to leave.

He brought Dashan to live in seclusion here so as not to be disturbed by others. Besides, he had something else to do and could not leave Xu Feng here for a long time. After giving him some instructions, he let him leave first.

Xu Feng bowed to Master Yan at the door and said goodbye to him.

Master Yan nodded and smiled without saying anything.

In just a few days, Xu Feng's strength improved greatly and he has officially broken through to the martial arts level. His biggest gain is the broken sword in his hand and the swordsmanship he got from Master Yan.

There was no one around him, and he had a rare period of freedom. Looking at the gate of Feng Mansion at this moment, it seemed like he was in another world.

Next, he will continue to be a useless son-in-law, and he will not be able to get rid of this skin in a short time.

He pushed the door open and walked in. He met many people along the way, all of whom were whispering to him, but no one took the initiative to come up and say hello. It was not until he met Dong'er at the gate of the courtyard that he saw Dong'er rushing towards him with a look of joy on her face.

"Son-in-law, you are finally back. No wonder a few magpies flew into the yard this morning."

When he saw Dong'er, a rare smile appeared on Xu Feng's face.

In this family, Dong'er is the only one who will sincerely wait for his return and worry about him when he is away. She is only worried about whether he is living well outside and has no other thoughts.

"I've only been out for a few days, right? Why do you miss me so much?"

Although he said this, Xu Feng still felt warm in his heart and reached out to rub Dong'er's head.

He had just entered the yard and had not had time to drink a sip of water when the sisters Feng Yuzhi and Feng Yumian, who had heard the news, rushed over one after another.

"You still remember to come back after being out for so many days. I thought you were about to forget your last name!"

Feng Yuzhi's meeting was full of sarcasm as usual, but Xu Feng ignored her. He was just a son-in-law of the Feng family, not someone's godson, and he didn't have to change his surname.

In contrast, Feng Yumian was filled with joy. She held Xu Feng's hand and asked him questions. She was curious about Miss Rong's appearance and the magic weapon Xu Feng got from the Weapon Storage Pavilion.

"Does Miss Rong really look like a fairy?"

"And what life force did you get from the Weapon Storage Pavilion? Take it out and show it to me."

When mentioning Miss Rong, Feng Yuzhi's expression became a little stiff.

But she hid it very well and didn't let anyone see it.

"Ms. Rong is the young master behind Tianxiang Tower. He will at most meet a maid. How could he really think that she would personally receive him?"

Although Feng Yuzhi looks down on Xu Feng, she has a strong desire for control.

She found it hard to accept Xu Feng's private meeting with another woman.

Xu Feng was too lazy to argue with her about this matter and threw the broken sword repaired by Master Yan to Feng Yumian.

Feng Yumian was a little disappointed when she saw the sword.

"Tsk, this is too ordinary, it seems to be not much different from the swords in my collection. Could it be that the weapons storage room of Tianxiang Tower is full of this kind of stuff?"

There was a strange expression on Xu Feng's face. Although the repaired broken sword did not look good, its sharpness was second to none in the world.

Feng Yumian's remarks were somewhat ignorant.

"Haha, the weapons collection at Tianxiang Tower is naturally legendary, but not everyone is qualified to obtain them. A sword suits the man, and this sword is just right for him."

The moment she saw the sword, Feng Yuzhi finally felt a little better. What good was it that she could write poetry? She was still not as good as the young master of the Zuo family.