At the moment of success, the rain in the air seemed to be even more violent, as if to celebrate Mo Linfeng's joy of success. It always said that the sound of falling rain was very ruthless, but at this time this performance did not show that ruthlessness.

The drizzle of rain hit the ground one after another, maybe the pace was too fast, it looked like smoke, not only the visibility was extremely low, but the pocket sword that had successfully flew into the air kept flying and hovering.

The sword light kept emitting white light in the mist and rain, but it was not very obvious in the hazy rain at this time.

At the beginning, Mo Linfeng controlled the little sword and could only fly shakingly. If it weren't for the special concentration of mental power, he would have probably broken the contact with the little sword, and maybe he might have fallen to the ground now.

From being unskilled to being proficient, Mo Linfeng has adapted to this process in a very short time.

The pocket sword flipped in various difficult times in the rain, shuttled through the rain like a water curtain, flew over and drilled over, and no drop of rain was contaminated.

The speed is extremely fast. If you don’t look carefully, you can only see a white light and you won’t be able to see the trace. However, although it has speed, it does not have any destructive threat.

The speed is getting faster and faster, which only shows that Mo Linfeng's control is becoming more and more delicate. If the attack is done, unless the old man surnamed Zhang speaks to give him advice, he may be able to use it, otherwise it will be difficult for him to achieve this level by himself.

The old man surnamed Zhang kept watching Mo Linfeng's various performances quietly. To be honest, he was very satisfied. Although he just simply reminded Mo Linfeng that he could do it to various levels, it could be said that he was quite excellent. If it weren't for the unique talent, even if he knew the essence, it would take a long time to do it.

Manipulation requires very strong adaptability. Many people have insight, but do not have such excellent adaptability. If it is done, it may take a long time.

It is not a day when freezing is cold, and exercises of control ability also require long-term practice, otherwise it is easy to become unfamiliar if you don’t practice for a long time. When your enemy comes to you, you will probably have no power to turn your back.

Any existence standing at the top and becoming a strong man has undergone long-term repeated training. Cultivation is a boring thing, and if you don’t do this, you will easily become decadent.

Once a person becomes lazy, he may not be able to do anything, and he will just sit and do nothing every day and enjoy the success of his life.

But I didn't expect that Mo Linfeng could do this for the first time. It can be seen that the excellent understanding brought to him by the monster's talent had a great impact on him.

"This brat, the first time I did this, I was able to do this, and you did not disappoint me. It seems that you have adapted to this kind of control, and it is still time to give you skills..."

The old man surnamed Zhang saw that he was becoming more and more familiar with the small sword of control, and couldn't help but praise him a few words, and at the same time decided to teach Mo Linfeng the attack skills about object control.

After all, Mo Linfeng has followed him for so long and has too high demands on him, so he is not so anxious to teach these things.

Mo Linfeng has also questioned him many times, but he is still not soft-hearted or shaken. He has persisted until now. Now the foundation has been laid quite solidly, and it is time to start building some infrastructure.

The old man surnamed Zhang picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. After so long, the tea on the table still had a steaming heat, without any sign of getting cold. Obviously, this tea is not simple either.

And the Mo Linfeng, whose body had already soared into the air at some point as the sword continued to speed, stayed steadily in the air, still urging perception.

A large amount of perception surged out of the body and turned into threads, tightly pulling the pocket sword. All kinds of fancy flips were actually made under the control of Mo Linfeng.

The rain slapped Mo Linfeng's body. Although it was very intense, no moisture was left in Mo Linfeng's body, and his clothes were all dry. I don't know when Mo Linfeng flew out of the pavilion and stayed in the air. He was baptized by the rain, but there was no rain contamination.

It seems that rain and Mo Linfeng are completely at two different latitudes. Although they are integrated, they are not involved at all.

The old man surnamed Zhang finally put down the teacup, quietly urged his perception, and controlled the teacup on the table to quickly face Mo Linfeng. Without any fancy moves, he was just rushing around.

In an instant, the teacup appeared in front of Mo Linfeng like a flash, directly hitting the small sword that was constantly flying in the air. The powerful impact force instantly knocked the small sword away.

Moreover, the materials used by the two people are different, but the situation where an egg hits a stone actually makes the egg win, which is simply unimaginable.

Mo Linfeng originally controlled the pocket sword lightly and leisurely made all kinds of fancy moves. Unexpectedly, he was forced to interrupt by the old man surnamed Zhang, so he was naturally very angry.

"Teacher, you're doing this too much. I've controlled it well. Why did you interrupt me before you can break me..." Mo Linfeng stared at the silence of the old man named Zhang.

The old man surnamed Zhang controlled the teacup and landed on the table smoothly again, as if the collision just now had nothing to do with him, and interrupting Mo Linfeng was also an unintentional move.

But this is not the case. Instead, he wanted to tell Mo Linfeng in this way that the attack is not necessarily fancy, and the simplest one is the most threatening. If you don’t take action, you will have to crush your opponent directly as soon as you take action.

So, Mo Linfeng forced himself to interrupt him when he was complacent about controlling the pocket sword, just to tell him this truth.

"I interrupt you, of course because your approach is just a mess, and this approach is just a self-deception."

The old man surnamed Zhang stood with his hands behind his back and stroked his beard.

"A person who truly knows how to use attack methods will not do these unnecessary actions. The duel of experts is just a moment. The unnecessary actions will only waste your precious attack time in vain. The simplest and most direct attack method is the most deadly."

"The moves are not about how gorgeous it is, nor about how beautiful it is. Only by being simple can one surprise it, so as to achieve the effect of attacking it inadvertently."

"You just satisfied with this fancy move, and you have no sense of ending at all. Can I do it without interrupting it? The muscles all have memory functions. Letting the muscles remember this feeling will be harmful to your next practice."

The old man surnamed Zhang has always had high expectations for Mo Linfeng, so he naturally did not allow him to do anything incorrectly, so he had to interrupt at that time.

Although Mo Linfeng was very satisfied with this, he still would not relax his strict requirements on him because of this.

"So, teacher, are you willing... willing to teach me the perceived attack skills?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!