My wife is a sword god

Qin An squatted forward and the halberd passed over his right shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, the blade turned and the handle pointed directly at the position Qin Feng had mentioned before.

Xing Sheng's eyes widened when he saw this. With his ability, he should have been able to avoid this move. However, due to the stagnation and obstruction of his energy, his movements were a beat slower. He was immediately hit by Qin An and staggered back more than ten steps.

If this was a battlefield, if what was stabbed was not the handle but the tip, Xing Sheng didn't dare to think about it again.

He looked at Qin Feng with a complex expression: "Uncle, how do you know the flaws in the Imperial Soldier Art?"

"I have read books before about Shenwu's movement of energy, so I know the phenomenon and disadvantages of stagnant movement of energy. I just watched you and your second brother compete. Every time you lean forward and take the initiative to stab, you will feel very different. Twist, with a little analysis, it is not difficult to determine where the strength is stagnant.”

Well, actually these are all my bragging, mainly because I have a pair of clairvoyant eyes. Qin Feng added in his mind.

Upon hearing this, Xing Sheng's admiration for Qin Feng instantly rose to a higher level.

"However, Heitan Tou, I hear what you mean. Did you already know that the Imperial Soldier Art has this shortcoming?"

Xing Sheng nodded: "As a soldier, I have been out fighting monsters and ghosts all year round, so I am very familiar with using this soldier's art as if I were eating."

"In that case, why didn't you get rid of this shortcoming or relearn a martial art? If you are against someone and someone catches this flaw, aren't you certain to die?"

Xing Sheng sighed: "Uncle, there are nearly a million people in the Daqian Army. It is not easy to find a martial arts suitable for everyone to study.

Although Yubing Jue has this shortcoming, compared with other martial arts, it is already the best choice. What's more, not everyone has the discernment of my uncle who can easily see through the flaws. "

Qin Feng nodded, and then fell into deep thought. If he could improve the art of military control through what he had learned in the past, and then let all the soldiers in Da Gan learn it, wouldn't he be able to gain a lot of literary spirit at once?

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this idea was a bit ridiculous.

The Imperial Soldier Art is a fine product that has been improved over many years by Daqian soldiers. If they are still unable to overcome this shortcoming, how can they succeed?

Qin Feng shook his head, picked up a branch from the ground, and drew on the soft soil.

Xing Sheng and Qin An were curious and approached one after another.

On the ground, what Qin Feng drew was a diagram of the human body's movement of energy, and Xing Sheng was even more surprised, because this diagram was the luck method of Yubing Jue!

My uncle was able to deduce this thing after just seeing it once. This was so scary that Xing Sheng swallowed subconsciously.

As we all know, the Shenwu Dao system's energy movement is based on the Zhoutian, and the energy that circulates in each Zhoutian is either clockwise or counterclockwise.

The moment when Xing Sheng's energy stagnated earlier, if he could reverse the flow of energy, it seemed that he could overcome this shortcoming.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng drew a semicircle clockwise on the ground, and then drew a semicircle counterclockwise.

Xing Sheng's eyes widened when he saw this, and then he sighed as if he thought of something: "My uncle is really amazing. This method can indeed solve the flaw in the Imperial Soldier Art at that moment, but...

My uncle doesn't know that the Shenwu Taoist system can only move the energy in one direction every week, and that is to prevent the energy from conflicting in the body and causing the blood to flow backwards.

Although this method is theoretically feasible, it is not practical in practice.”

"Once you use it, you will definitely die." Qin Feng threw away the branch and said casually.

Energy cannot flow against the flow, which is a wise saying summed up by generations of Shenwu Taoists.

Countless ancestors have tried to use retrograde energy, but they all ended in failure.

Sure enough, it is not that easy to solve the shortcomings of the Imperial Soldier Art. Qin Feng sighed and could only watch so much literary energy drift away from him.

He patted the dust off his hands and said, "Well, I don't want to think about this anymore. By the way, Heitan Tou, after we fight, how do you feel about my second brother?"

Xing Sheng affirmed: "The second young master is extremely talented, and his fighting instincts are even more enviable, but..."

"But what?" Qin Feng wondered.

"The second young master obviously has strong blood energy, which is different from ordinary people, but the energy transformed in his body is less than that of an ordinary seventh-grade Shenwu."

Qin Feng frowned when he heard this, and immediately looked at Qin An, whose eyes were obviously a little evasive.

"Have you not taken medicinal baths or taken blood pills recently?" Qin Feng asked.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Qin An hesitated and said: "Brother, I have encountered a bottleneck now, and I don't need this for the time being."

Qin Feng sighed, strength is the foundation of a warrior, and the strength in a warrior's body is refined from blood, of which medicinal baths and blood pills are indispensable. His second brother is quite talented in the divine martial arts. How could you not know this?

He just didn't want to add any more burden to the Qin family. After all, the Qin family was really poor!

No, we can no longer hand over the family's financial power to that cheater. It's time for him to take action. Qin Feng made up his mind and then asked: "That cheater. Well, where is Dad, where are the others?"

"Dad, maybe he's in the study room now? I saw him going in with a sad face this morning."

"I understand. Hei Tantou, you don't have to follow me. You are here to teach my brother how to use strength more effectively in actual combat. I have something to discuss with my father, so I will leave first."

Qin Feng said goodbye to the two of them and soon arrived at the location of the new Qin Mansion's study room.

The door of the study room was not closed. Qin Feng saw a handsome middle-aged man with his elbows on the desk, sighing and frowning.

On the desk, all he could see were books spread out. He got closer and saw that they were the Qin family account books. Every column was outlined in red pen with a big word "loss" written on it!

Qin Feng's mouth twitched. It was not easy to make no money from a project.

Qin Jianan, who was leaning on the table, heard the noise and turned his head to look. After seeing who was coming, he quickly opened his arms and took the account book into his arms.

"Feng'er, why do you think of this place?"

A book fell down with a snap. Qin Feng picked it up and saw that the cover was written with three big characters "Wangyueju".

Just as he was about to open the account book, he heard his father anxiously shouting, "No!"

Perhaps he wanted to maintain the last dignity of being a father, but unfortunately, Qin Feng did not give him this face.

Qin Jianan slowly opened the account book, his face was ashen, and Qin Feng's brows were tightly knitted together.

Although Wangyueju has been losing money, the amount of loss is not large and is still within an acceptable range.

However, three months ago, Wangyueju's turnover fell drastically!

Please recommend