The American Scripture

As Maguire said, the storm came suddenly, and it appeared without any warning. The flat sea rolled up, if it wasn't for Maguire's very rich sailing experience, then this time the ship may have been destroyed. Being able to survive such a huge wave really makes people admire Maguire's decisive decision.

"How do you feel after watching it?" Zhen Fan put the memory card Maguire gave him on the TV in the hotel, then turned his head and looked at Miles and Monip and said, "For this Do you have any opinion on the storm?" His expression has now calmed down a lot.

Miles hesitated for a moment, and immediately said: "If it were me, I couldn't do it. In fact, I can manipulate some things, but for the force of nature, it is only an introduction. If this is done, unless... …There should be no problem if you have a realm like you, Master."

Zhen Fan nodded and looked at Monipu. Monipu shrugged his shoulders at Zhen Fan. It was possible for him to do it, but he couldn't make such a huge wave, so he could only shrug. She shrugged her shoulders, saying that she couldn't do such a thing. But he was still interested.

"You are guessing, this kind of thing must be man-made, not a natural storm." Miles said with a grin, "I think such a guess is really right. No...not a guess, it's affirmative. For sure. It's artificial."

With a "pop!" Zhen Fan slapped his head with a slap, and then shook his head: "It is so clear just now, it must be man-made. I just can't think of anyone with such ability. According to my judgment, I have never met such a person. It’s just that this person...who will it be? I have to come for my yacht?"

"How about... let's find this person?" Miles asked Zhen Fan cautiously. But he also knows how unreliable this suggestion is. In such a big world, finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack. Although you can follow the traces of energy left behind. But in such a big world, who knows where he will appear next time?

Unexpectedly, Zhen Fan nodded. Said to Miles: "Of course I can find this person, I can do it. Miles, give me the piece of the lost piece. Do it today. Also, from now on, you go New York, help Mia go. I don’t know this man’s next goal. There is me in Los Angeles. And in New York... I’m a little worried."

"Well, I'll go to New York tomorrow. And...what do we need to prepare?" Miles said to Zhen Fan, "I'm afraid... we won't be able to deal with it in the end..." His worries are somewhat reasonable. . After all, if this storm is what he thinks, then Miles is definitely not his opponent, and although Mia is also very powerful, this person is already at the same level as Zhen Fan, plus helping in New York. Bernard Modine, the three of them are choking. When there is damage, Zhen Fan will not want to see it.

Those jade pendants carved by Zhen Fan are not enough to see, so Miles asked this question. Zhen Fan also nodded. After pondering for a while, suddenly his hand flipped, and suddenly a wooden sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. Then a flick of the finger. The wooden sword floated up slightly, just above Zhen Fan's palm.

A plain wooden sword. But Miles knew that this was the sword of Master Zhen Fan. This magic sword is very powerful, but he has seen it. Zhen Fan suddenly got a seal on both hands, then turned it over several times, and suddenly pointed at Miles. The wooden sword suspended in the air suddenly turned into a faint shadow, and then "swish" into Miles's mind, which frightened Miles and was horrified.

He clearly saw the wooden sword coming towards him, but suddenly disappeared. As if it had gotten into my own mind, I made myself inevitable. One of his hands kept touching his head. As a result, Zhen Fan couldn't help but slapped him on the head and said, "Don't touch it, this sword is already in your mind."

"Ah-no. Master, how can a sword be hidden in my head?" Miles said bitterly to Zhen Fan, "I don't want this sword to fly out suddenly in the future, and then My mind was split in half. How about...you get it out for me?" He looked at the formation with a very flattering expression.

"I won't let this sword come out of your mind. If you want it out, you have to do it yourself." Zhen Fan hummed and beckoned to Miles, Miles He hurried over and moved his head together. Zhen Fan said something to his ear. Myers smiled openly.

After finishing talking, Zhen Fan said to him: "You can try it yourself now. Remember... only after you and the spirit of this sword are united can you be able to exert its power. It is no longer a wooden sword. It is a spiritual sword. You can make it appear at any time, and hide it at any time. It is you, you are it, and the mind is everywhere, and the sword is here."

"I see, Master!" Miles nodded with joy, and then gave Zhen Fan a Chinese-style gift in a very serious manner. Then, according to the tactics taught by Zhen Fan, the wooden sword suddenly appeared out of thin air. Appearing just above his palm, he moved his mind and let the sword fly towards a wine glass on the table.

The sword passed through the middle of the cup, and there was no sound of piercing. The sword flew past without any hindrance. Then the glass of wine glass suddenly "clanked" and broke in half. It was very neat. Monipu was envious. Such a technique is really unheard of, and I can't help but look at Zhen Fan's eyes and begging a little.

Zhen Fan shook his head towards him and said: "You can't, you don't have the Taoist cultivation level like Miles. That's not just energy. You must also master some Taoist cultivation techniques and foundations. Otherwise, you can't do it. In this way, let's practice the Taoism honestly. It took him several years to achieve such an achievement."

"Yes! Master!" Monipu bowed to Zhen Fan and stopped speaking. Now that the master said so, there must be a reason for the master. It is already his own blessing that the master is willing to teach himself, so how can he ask for more? It is this kind of psychology that keeps his mentality always righteous and peaceful, uncontested with the world.

Miles was very pleased to get this skill. Zhen Fan watched him play around for a while and said, "If you drop a few drops of blood on it during the crisis, it will increase the power of this sword a lot, and you will be of great help, so... Don’t use it until you’re in a crisis. It’s probably your best tool to save your life or kill the enemy, but be aware that if you take it out too early, it will make people wary and fail to achieve unexpected results."

"I see, Master!" Miles chuckled, then read the formula, his mind flashed, and the sword disappeared out of thin air. Miles smiled and said to Zhen Fan, "I'm going to fetch the fragments. I'll be back soon." He ran as if he was flying, and today he thought it was his lucky day.

Not long after, Miles retrieved the fragments. Zhen Fan took the fragments, sat down, closed his eyes slightly, feeling the breath of energy remaining in it. This kind of thing can't disappear for a while. Zhen Fan felt that this energy breath was very familiar. Although it was very weak, it could basically be judged that it came from an energy meteorite.

Basically, you can figure it out at this time. Someone must have obtained an energy meteorite, and not just one piece, but multiple pieces, and then let their energy continue to increase. Although it can't be like Zhen Fan's use of energy meteorites to enhance his Taoist cultivation, it is enough for him to set off stormy waves.

Miles and Monip didn't dare to disturb Zhen Fan at this time, for fear that he would make a wrong judgment. After waiting for about an hour, Zhen Fan suddenly opened his eyes. The eyes seemed to sparkle, but he shook his head quickly and sighed and said, "After all, I still can't find that person directly, but... I still have other ways."

"What way?" Miles and Monip asked at the same time.

Zhen Fan did not speak, but smiled slightly, and suddenly stroked the fragment gently ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then the fragment began to become thinner and thinner, slowly becoming the thickness of a piece of paper. Zhen Fan picked up the thin piece of paper and began to fold it. When he folded, it was as easy as folding a piece of paper, and there was no sign of breaking.

Both Miles and Monip looked at Zhen Fan strangely, and folded the fragment in their hands. I was too embarrassed to cut in and asked, so I had to watch Zhen Fan fold slowly like a stack of paper, and slowly they saw a clue, Zhen Zhenfan seemed to be folding a paper bird.

Yes, this is a paper crane folded by Zhen Fan. It's just that the object of folding is not the paper but the fragment. He folds slowly and carefully, making Miles a little excited to see, because every time he folds, the bird that is about to take shape becomes vivid. After Zhen Fan folded the paper crane, the paper crane stood up in Zhen Fan's palm. It just looks like a paper crane.

Zhen Fan put the paper crane on the table, made a seal with his hands, and then read the Taoist mantra, suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the paper crane. The paper crane got this bite of blood, and suddenly moved a few times, and then flew up with a "flapping" sound. During the process of flying, the paper crane constantly changed its shape and finally became a real bird , Flapping its wings, and then flew towards the outside of the window suddenly, like a white light, disappearing into the sky. (To be continued.)