Seeing that there was no one on the grass, Yagyu Sora walked to the edge of the lawn, took off his soft-soled slippers, placed his shoes neatly on the edge of the grass, and then stepped onto the grass barefoot.

The first step is to step on the grass, intimidate the spirit, eliminate troubles, and put aside distractions.

Step 2: When you take the lead, your divine will condense like steel, and all kinds of external things are just a glimpse of your heart, leaving no trace.

Starting from the third step, the whole body gradually became coordinated and coordinated. Starting from the muscles of the foot that fell to the ground, adjusting their state by themselves, gradually forming a strange melody throughout the body, as if every step was all the muscles in the body, and they were shared together.

Before the person could reach the center of the lawn, Yagyu Tomokaro had already condensed his whole body into one. At this moment, he clearly felt that seven people were staring at him from all directions of the lawn. Even from the senses, he knew for no reason that none of these seven people had any malice. Even in perception, he could feel the emotional color contained in the other person's eyes.

Two of them were full of curiosity, and one of them contained a kind of indifference that regarded life as a dead object. As for the other four, there was no clear emotional color in their eyes, it seemed like observing themselves was just a routine task.

These feelings pass by Yayoi Moto and the mirror-like heart lake, and then there is no trace.

Each person had a knife, the breeze blew on his face, and the grass on the lawn was slightly pricked on the soles of his feet, which was very comfortable. Apart from these, nothing could shake his heart.

The samurai sword slipped out of the scabbard silently, and the breeze that rushes toward the face is gently separated by the long knife. The feeling of the wind rubbing against the blade is like a lover's hand touching his own skin, bringing a refreshing pleasure.

The internal force flowed back and forth on the blade and body, and Yagyu Motohe closed his eyes and enjoyed the conversation between the knife and the wind.

The knife separates the wind, shaping the wind, and shaping the wind. In the closed eyes, Yasuo Yuan and Xinhu Lake, the air outside is as clearly visible as a solid body. He used the long knife to stimulate, cut, compress and shape it, and gradually he could control the wind around his body as he wished. This feeling was like within a range of ten feet around, everything was under his control.

Within this radius of about a meter, I am the master. Even if I close my eyes, the air flowing around me is telling myself everything that happened within this range.

"Han Fang, you are the chief swordsman of our Sanlin Association. How about this swordsman, Yayoi Tomokashi?" Behind a large floor-to-ceiling window in the villa, the three of them were standing side by side in front of the window, looking at Yayoi Tomokashi who was dancing on the lawn with a telescope. Takagi, the president of Sanlin Association, asked.

"I can't tell that in terms of strength, speed and technique, it's nothing. Maybe he's just practicing warm-up." The man replied.

"But this kid is at least determined and has great physical strength. After experiencing such a situation yesterday, he actually got up to practice swords at less than six o'clock today." Standing on the other side was Shiyun Yamamoto, the leader of the action team, twitched slightly. If he hadn't sent a few well-trained women to stare at them yesterday, something might have happened. Even so, there were two people who were exhausted and slept in the room and didn't come out. And this kid could still crawl out of the gentle village early in the morning, and the dragon spirit and tigers ran out to practice swords.

Just now, several subordinates in charge of the inspection called and said that Yagyu Tomoto and his sword were being practiced on the lawn. President Takagi specially called Nakajima Hanfang who came to the night of the night. The three of them came to this room with a very good view and took out three telescopes. In fact, this place is only thirty or fifty meters away from the lawn, and they can see clearly without a telescope. However, since President Takagi emphasized, Nakajima Hanfang raised the telescope and observed it.

"His swordsmanship does not belong to any school I know. It is a bit like the Miao sword technique in China, but Miao sword technique does not have as many complicated and unnecessary movements as he does. I don't know why he practices swordsmanship like this."

After practicing for more than an hour, President Takagi Kok in the room had already put down his telescope and sat on the sofa to rest. Nakajima Hanka and Yamamoto Shiyun were still in front of the window, and he raised his telescope every once in a while.

"A very strange sword technique. If you and Brother Zhiyun hadn't told me in person that he could split bullets, I would never believe it. This sword technique is more like a kind of sword technique. Well, a dance or fitness technique, which does not seem to have practical value." Nakajima Han said carefully. In his opinion, even if he only cuts bullets with such sword technique, he wouldn't believe it even if he only killed more than a hundred people. However, yesterday, he also saw two bullets divided into two halves, so he dared not deny the other party's sword technique at once.

After the Zhoutian martial arts was fully implemented, the internal force that was reciprocating back and forth formed a bridge, allowing his people and swords, swords and winds to form a subtle cycle. It seemed that the wind could blow into his body through the knife with the internal force, and then discharged from the skin all over his body, brushing away the fatigue and troubles of the night. Yagyu Motohara not only did not feel tired due to an hour of exercise, but instead felt comfortable and transparent because of this cycle.

However, the skin felt a little damp and sticky. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling, and some impurities, or dead cells, were discharged from the body.

He decided to go back and take a shower, and swiped the knife around the blade. In a wonderful way, the air flow circulating along the blade, turned around and walked back towards the path when he came. His eyes did not look down at the scabbard, but the long sword slid into the scabbard flexibly and quietly like a swimming fish, without making any sound. Instead, the invisible air flow that was thrown out cut off a row of grass like a knife and drew a shallow mark on the ground.

Seeing Yagyu Motowa leaving the lawn, Nakajima Hanfang threw the telescope, turned his head and walked outside. Takagi Kok, who was sitting on the sofa, asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to see what's on the grass? If I'm not mistaken, that's really amazing." Nakajima Kazuya said, hurriedly opening the door and walking out.

"What did he see?" Takagi Qiang looked at Yamamoto Shiyun in a daze.

"I don't know, I saw that Yanao-kun finished his activity just now and went back to his room."
Chapter completed!