Mo Linfeng returned to his room and lay down on the bed without hesitation. Since he went out to practice, he said goodbye to his bed. Although he had been back for a long time, he had been practicing and never returned to his room.

He was familiar and unfamiliar with his bed, and suddenly he felt like he had been missing for a long time.

Mo Linfeng felt an unspeakable discomfort that was overwhelming. He remembered the broken home that had not been back for a long time, and he didn't know what it had become now.

At the same time, he also wanted to know where his father went and why he left here without saying a word. He thought that the old man surnamed Zhang would know the truth, so he also asked.

However, judging from the reaction of the old man surnamed Zhang, he should know the truth, but he just doesn't tell him that maybe there is something ulterior motive in the middle.

It is also possible that Mo Naihua would not tell him, or that he might appear in front of him when he can protect himself. In short, it is impossible to know the truth now.

As soon as people calm down, they will think about it. The unpleasant emotions that have been accumulated in their hearts for a long time when they are quiet are blended into their hearts.

Mo Linfeng, who had been practicing hard every day, had no time to bother him. At this time, he finally had the opportunity to rest and could relax. This long-term mood surged out completely, and at the same time, he also felt a little tiredness.

Mo Linfeng was lying on the bed, no one disturbed him, and he did not practice. He soon fell asleep. He finally relaxed and had a rare rest, so he naturally fell asleep.

I was speechless all night, and the stars in the sky turned into white. There seemed to be a rising sun in the sky in the east.

The next day, he replaced the night so quickly. Mo Linfeng lazily opened the door and walked out, and walked straight towards the training room. Although he had been resting for a whole night, the habit he had developed long ago could not change because of the passing of this night.

Mo Linfeng entered the cultivation room and spent several hours practicing his own magic tricks for a while. Since he repeated it many times, he was familiar with the road without any pause, so these hours passed quickly.

After practicing, Mo Linfeng came to the pavilion again, looked at the long sword lying quietly on the ground, and once again held the hilt of the sword without hesitation and raised it up.

Because of the potion of the old man surnamed Zhang, he did not feel uncomfortable when he held up the sword, and he did not feel any fatigue. This shows how effective the potion produced by the old man surnamed Zhang is.

Mo Linfeng raised his long sword and was about to try to swing it, but he raised his shoulder a little and landed on the ground again without any surprise. The good result was still a failure.

"Hey! It seems that it is not possible! You still need practice. It is impossible to achieve successful results in just one day, and you still have to do it step by step."

Mo Linfeng adjusted it again and tried again. Every time he lifted it, the sword would be much heavier, and he was forced to stop until he couldn't lift it up at all.

The wrist strength has not met the required requirements, and it still needs to be practiced for a long time and continue to improve the wrist strength. However, this kind of practice cannot be rushed, otherwise it will have a counterproductive effect.

After finishing his practice, Mo Linfeng was still pulled by the old man surnamed Zhang, and he still gave Mo Linfeng a potion, saying that he was healing his wounds. Who knew what strange medicinal materials were used inside.

Anyway, it did not harm him, so Mo Linfeng didn't care so much and walked in without hesitation.

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As time goes by, autumn comes and winter comes, and days pass by day. Mo Linfeng is happy to repeat the same thing every day. Practice is a boring job, and when choosing this path, you have to adapt to this boring feeling.

Doing the same thing every day cannot be said to have no progress at all, otherwise Mo Linfeng will have any energy to do that. The effort is not proportional to the reward, and it will not work completely on the road of cultivation.

As the same thing is repeated every day, five years have passed quietly. Five years sounds long, but in fact, it will be a blink of an eye when it actually passes.

After the past five years of cultivation, the biggest change Mo Linfeng seems to be his arms. Before he practiced, he was extremely slender. If he hadn't had his skin a little deeper, he might have thought he was a child dressed as a man.

With such an arm, it is definitely not enough to lift a long sword weighing up to 3,000 pounds, and it is very normal to be unable to bear it.

It was such a pair of arms that looked weak, and under the supervision of the potion of the old man surnamed Zhang, he gradually revealed the outline he should have.

The muscles on the arms are clearly divided, and the curves formed by bulging every day are arranged in an orderly manner on both arms.

Over the past five years, the changes have not only been made by Mo Linfeng's arms, but also his appearance and size have changed a lot.

Unlike before, Mo Linfeng's face has a little more mature and steady. Now that he is asked to do the previous things, he will probably not have the inappropriate impulse of the past again.

The most obvious change is Mo Linfeng's size. He may have been young and in the development stage, which makes people look too petite and fragile. Now, through the rapid growth of the past five years, Mo Linfeng's size can be said to have risen by leaps and bounds like his strength, more than eight feet long.

After his face lacks tenderness, he looks more delicate and his eyes are deeper, as if he is always thinking about problems. Such a big change is completely inseparable from the old man surnamed Zhang.

Because three years ago, when Mo Linfeng was able to successfully swing the first sword, the old man surnamed Zhang asked Mo Linfeng to go to the depths of Fengtuo Mountain again to collect the medicinal materials he needed every day.

Every time you go back and forth, you may encounter ferocious beasts and fight, which is also inevitable. At the beginning, there is no way to deal with it, and you can deal with it with peace of mind. Mo Linfeng has experienced too many battles.

Any combat skills, except for others' teachings, is the fastest understanding of combat. So now Mo Linfeng is fighting with others, either not taking action or being either dead or injured as long as he takes action.

When he was able to successfully swing the first sword three years ago, the depression that had been suppressed for a long time was finally released. After a lot of practice in the past three years, Mo Linfeng can swing more than twenty swords now.

However, after practicing for so long, he still couldn't feel the emergence of a sword intent. He always thought that it was not enough that he had practiced. Until one day, Mayu told him something that made him change this idea.

Yu Yu said: When the Beast God taught his disciples that when he was mastering the sword intent, he said that through long-term sword practice, he had to understand the meaning of each sword dancing, he had to make a human sword in one. This is the basis for truly condensing the sword intent...
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