Chapter 318: The Secret of Speed

After the sword embryo was forged, Master Ao Feng took out a hammer and began to hit the sword embryo to remove impurities and make the sword embryo perfect.

However, when Master Ao Feng raised the hammer, he suddenly stopped.

Xiao Yun immediately looked puzzled.

Wasn't he going to hit the sword embryo? Why did he suddenly stop?

What was Master Ao Feng in a daze!

Did he suddenly remember that there were still underwear at home that had not been washed?

Xiao Yun stared closely at Master Ao Feng in front of him. What puzzled him was that Master Ao Feng was not in a daze, but was staring at the sword embryo seriously, but the hammer in his hand did not fall down for a long time, which looked very strange.

"Boom boom boom..."

At this moment, a series of roaring sounds rang in Xiao Yun's ears, causing the void to vibrate.

However, Xiao Yun looked around, widened his eyes, but saw nothing.

What was making the sound?

Xiao Yun listened carefully and soon found the source of the sound. He stared at the sword embryo in front of Master Ao Feng.

The sound came from this sword embryo.

But Master Ao Feng did not hit the sword embryo, how did the sound come out?

Xiao Yun stared at the sword embryo, and suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply.

The thickness of the sword embryo seemed to be changing, as if it was bearing a huge force, constantly compressing and expelling impurities from it.

But where did this force come from?

Xiao Yun looked at the hammer raised by Master Ao Feng, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

He suddenly understood.

Master Ao Feng was not standing still, but he was hitting too fast, so fast that the naked eye could not see it, so on the surface, Master Ao Feng just raised the hammer.

In fact, Master Ao Feng's hammer fell, then raised, and then fell... ups and downs, because the speed was too fast, the time in between was very short, so it looked like it was still.

How fast was it?

Xiao Yun was shocked.

It was so fast that even his naked eyes could not see it. Once Master Ao Feng drew his sword to kill him, he would probably not have time to dodge.

"Sure enough, watching Master Ao Feng forging a sword is still so boring, I can't comprehend it at all!" Ao Wushuang's depressed voice came from the side.

He also knew that Master Ao Feng had 'moved', but the problem was that Master Ao Feng's speed was too fast, so fast that he couldn't see it, so how could he comprehend it.

"Shut up!"

Master Ao Ming on the side glared at Ao Wushuang, then looked at Xiao Yun next to him, and said meaningfully: "Ao Feng comprehended the 'speed' mystery of the way of wind, because his speed is too fast, you can't use your eyes to see, it's best to use your mental power to feel the movement melody of the surrounding wind."

Xiao Yun was shocked when he heard this, he knew that Master Ao Ming was 'reminding' him.

So Xiao Yun closed his eyes and began to explore his mental power.

In Xiao Yun's mental power perception, the surrounding wind seemed to have its own will, constantly rushing towards the sword embryo in front of Master Ao Feng.

Master Ao Feng is using the wind power to hit the sword embryo?

Xiao Yun immediately used the system and entered the state of enlightenment. His mental power began to become flexible, and he constantly explored the movement rhythm of the ‘wind’ from all directions.

Soon, Xiao Yun had some understanding.

Master Ao Feng was not only borrowing the wind power, but he was also following the melody of the ‘wind’ to reduce the resistance in the air to the extreme.

Xiao Yun had studied physics in his previous life and knew that when an object moves in the air, it will encounter air resistance. If there is no resistance, the object will move forever.

And the flow of air will form ‘wind’, which is resistance.

When a ship sails in the sea, if it goes against the wind, the speed will naturally be slow, and it will be faster if it goes with the wind.

Master Ao Feng is now ‘downwind’, but he is not an ordinary ‘downwind’, because there is not much wind in the Sword Casting Valley, and it can even be said that there is no wind.

Master Ao Feng has already understood the nature of ‘wind’. He is following the melody of ‘wind’, not only ‘downwind’, but also borrowing ‘wind’.

This process seems simple, but it is actually very complicated. Xiao Yun can only quickly comprehend it when he is in a state of enlightenment.

Like Ao Wushuang next to him, he was confused. He closed his eyes, opened them, closed them again, and opened them again... just like a fool, obviously he didn't comprehend much.

Master Aoming looked at Ao Wushuang's silly look, shook his head and smiled bitterly, then looked at Xiao Yun, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Because he found that Xiao Yun's body was shaking "slightly", just like a tumbler, but the arc of the shaking was a little small.

"You comprehended it so quickly?" Master Aoming stared, and took a breath of cold air in his heart. It's only been a few minutes? It's a beast! Pervert!

Master Aoming didn't think that he was "instructing" Xiao Yun. After all, Ao Wushuang next to him also heard his "instruction", but what did Ao Wushuang comprehend?

This Dugu Qiubai's talent is too terrifying.

Master Aoming was a little envious and jealous.

"Hey, Brother Dugu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ao Wushuang couldn't feel the melody of the 'wind' and felt a little bored. He looked at Xiao Yun next to him and found that Xiao Yun's body was 'trembling'. He thought Xiao Yun was feeling unwell and asked with concern.

Master Ao Ming rolled his eyes at him and shouted: "Shut up, Dugu has already understood the mystery of 'speed' and is comprehending it. Don't disturb him."

"What!" Ao Wushuang's eyes widened when he heard it.

He looked at Xiao Yun carefully, then looked at Master Ao Feng who was ‘still’ in front of him, and was speechless for a moment.

You have comprehended the secret right now?

Why?

We all have one mouth, two eyes and one nose, why are you so good?

If Xiao Yun knew what Ao Wushuang was thinking, he would definitely say: Because I have nine more years of compulsory education than you.

Ao Wushuang suffered a 100,000-point ‘critical hit’ at this moment, and looked depressed.

When did the secret become so easy to comprehend?

Why didn’t I comprehend the secret?

Am I too stupid?

Or…

Ao Wushuang stared at Xiao Yun beside him, and suddenly took a deep breath, and the depression on his face disappeared. He whispered: “It’s not that I’m too stupid, it’s that he’s too abnormal. This guy is not a human being, and can’t be compared with him.”

Next to him, Master Ao Ming looked at Ao Wushuang who was talking nonsense, and couldn’t help shaking his head, thinking, this kid won’t be hit stupid.

However, what he said seems to make some sense.

Master Ao Ming glanced at Xiao Yun next to him. This kid is indeed not a human. No matter how talented he is, he can't be so evil. Is he possessed by the emperor? He is simply cheating!

Xiao Yun is indeed cheating. The system is constantly turned on, allowing him to always immerse himself in the realm of enlightenment.

The movement melody of the "wind" is no longer a secret in Xiao Yun's eyes.

Xiao Yun's body began to follow the melody of the "wind", and with the help of the power and speed of the "wind", it kept shaking.

Moreover, as Xiao Yun comprehended, the speed of his body shaking became faster and faster, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

"Swish!"

Xiao Yun's figure suddenly disappeared.

Just disappeared out of thin air.

Ao Wushuang widened his eyes, his face full of shock.

He was still alive just now, how could he suddenly disappear.

Ao Wushuang hurriedly looked around, looking around, looking for Xiao Yun's figure.

Soon, Ao Wushuang's pupils shrank, and he found Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun appeared about ten meters to the left of Ao Wushuang without knowing when, but before Ao Wushuang could take a closer look, Xiao Yun's body disappeared again.

This time, Xiao Yun appeared behind Ao Wushuang.

Ao Wushuang turned around and looked.

"Shua!"

Xiao Yun disappeared again.