In every school of Breathing Style, though the forms of its sword techniques varied endlessly,
the logic at their core was often to deal with the various situations that might arise in battle.
Thus, the vast majority of Breathing Styles had basic techniques with similar functions.
For example, an [opening form] used to advance rapidly and seize the initiative.
A [power attack form] that sought maximum instantaneous explosive power and aimed to behead.
And one that focused on footwork and movement, adjust-
For a time, all three people aboard the boat stared unblinkingly at the water arrow as it receded into the distance, not even noticing that the ferry had stopped.
Moreover, Xu Yuanxing still had to continue searching for the teleportation array leading to the next level, so he headed back the way he had come. He had already searched this area carefully and found none; going any farther would take him beyond Xuanyuan Yao's sensing range.
Bianbadundu respectfully handed Feng Guozhang a steaming cup of butter tea with both hands and asked, "Huh? Why did Commander Feng leave in such a hurry?" Bianbadundu asked as he looked in the direction Feng Yuxiang had gone.
However, Song Zhongguo was not an excellent leader. A leader not only had to be qualified himself; more importantly, he had to run the enterprise well, make it flourish, and ensure that all its employees enjoyed prosperous lives, their pockets bulging with money. In this respect, Song Zhongguo was unfit for the job.
It was clearly also the first time Xu Yuanxing and Liu Bang had seen Xuanyuan Yao being so approachable, and both could not help staring in surprise for a moment.
Shui Muxia did not press Zi Xuan, knowing that asking would be pointless. He might as well think of another way: