Apart from being extremely heavy and strong, this sword has no other special abilities. But upon closer inspection, Qianye found that its manufacturing process was extremely sophisticated, and it was extremely comfortable to swing.
With such an exquisite design and such superb craftsmanship, how can there be only one characteristic of "mountain"? Even if "mountain" is a "sturdy" advancement characteristic, it shouldn't be. Based on the material of this sword, at least four or five force arrays can be added.
Is it really a semi-finished product? This seems to be the only explanation, but how could the Song clan put a handful of semi-finished products into the arsenal. Thinking back to Lu Lao's seemingly ulterior motives that day, Qianye was a little uncertain again.
After getting acquainted with the nature of the sword, Qianye put aside the scabbard, held the sword with one hand, and stabbed straight with a simple step. Dongyue's sword came out like the wind, sticking to a puppet and stabbing.
Immediately Qianye held the sword with both hands, sometimes with one hand, stabbing, cutting and sweeping, all practicing the most basic movements. But as Qianye drew his sword faster and faster, Dongyue Jianfeng began to make a faint sound of wind and thunder, and it became more and more difficult to control.
When the sword finally turned into a stab, Qianye couldn't control himself, his wrist trembled slightly, and Dongyue's sword edge brushed against a steel puppet. The lower body of the puppet didn't move at all, but the upper body suddenly collapsed and turned into a pile of scrap steel!
Qianye continued to practice the sword, Dongyue's piercing was as light as the wind at this moment, and there was a vague shadow on the edge of the sword hesitating. As long as the dense steel dolls are brought to a point by Jianfeng, they will shrink into a ball of scrap iron amidst the creaking sound.
After practicing for an entire hour, more than half of the dolls in the arena had been damaged. Only then did Qianye put away his sword and went to the sidelines to rest. He took out the sword skill book that he copied from the library of the Song clan, read it carefully, and compared it with his own practice experience.
In that basic level sword skill book, most of them are skills to use the sword with power, which is just suitable for Qianye now. He used to seldom use heavy weapons in Huangquan and Red Scorpion, but now as his body gets stronger and stronger, ordinary weapons are gradually no longer handy, and sometimes he has to grab weapons from werewolves or nerubians to use them on the battlefield , but it is completely based on physical instinct to fight.
Although it is also a tactic to break ten meetings with one force, manpower is always exhausted. Now that Qianye's ability to defeat the enemy has increased, he needs to hone his skills.
Qianye closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and after the handymen came in to replace a batch of new dolls, he lifted his sword and left the stage to continue practicing the basic sword style. In the blink of an eye, another hour passed, and this time, 21 of the 50 steel dolls were damaged, three less than the previous time.
Qianye rested for half an hour before starting to practice. Nineteen of the third batch of fifty dolls were damaged, and two were missing.
Sixteen were damaged in the fourth batch, and eleven were damaged in the fifth batch.
When the midnight bell rang, there was no light in the martial arts arena, only the faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard. And Qianye practiced his sword in the dark for over an hour without hurting any of the steel dolls.
In the next few days, Qianye honed his sword skills day and night, and occasionally went to the Song clan library to read books. He didn't learn any sword skills, but just practiced the most basic movements over and over again.
This is the training method of Huangquan Killing Dao, which pays attention to the most fierce and simple.
As the practice progressed, more and more steel puppets were placed in the arena, and finally the distance between the puppets was only enough for Qianye to pass sideways. Even so, the number of damaged dolls continued to plummet. In the last afternoon, none of the dolls were damaged by mistake. And when Qianye swung his sword, the faint sound of wind and thunder could no longer be heard.
In the past few days, Song Zining had hardly cultivated. He ran around secretly discussing and making many private deals.
In a blink of an eye, it was the birthday of Mrs. An Guo's wife.
On that day, the entire Yunshan Mountain was decorated up and down, and there was joy everywhere. Those who can show a small face at the birthday banquet must be people of high status. Not to mention guest warriors like Qianye, even the concubines and offshoots of the Song clan in Gaoling were not eligible to enter Wendao Manor, let alone attend the banquet.
Song Zining brought his family servants with the surname Zhong Song to the banquet, while Qianye and Gao Junyi stayed in the other courtyard to practice.
There was nothing to talk about between the two, Gao Junyi seemed to be a little bit dissatisfied because Song Zining gave Qianye the place of another guest warrior instead of his sworn brother.
So under Gao Junyi's half-joke and half-provocation, Qianye fought a virtual fight with him.
When the two walked out of the fighting room, although Gao Junyi was not convinced yet, he also changed his view of Qianye greatly. In the virtual fighting environment where the force is suppressed, the battle instinct and combat experience of both sides are tested. Gao Junyi knew right away that Qianye looked young, but he was also a veteran of many battles. He was holding the art of killing.
It's just that Gao Junyi didn't know that Qianye wasn't serious with him at all.
After finishing Zhengshou, the next day is the Song clan's ten-year exam.
The first martial arts major is divided into three days, and the venue is outside Wendao Manor, which can accommodate a regiment of private troops to practice at the same time. On the first day and the last day of the martial arts assessment, Mrs. An Guogong would be present to watch the battle in person.
This is both a privilege and an opportunity for all those involved in the war. If you can enter the eyes of the ancestors, it will be soaring into the sky.
The parade platform of the school grounds has already been decorated, and dozens of dignified old people and the elders of the Song family who are at home have already been seated here. There is an empty couch in the center, which is obviously the seat of Mrs. An Guo.
All the disciples of the Song family and guest warriors participating in the assessment lined up under the high platform. At nine o'clock, an old lady with silver hair on her temples, supported by several women, walked up to the high platform and sat down tremblingly.
It was the first time for Qianye to see this legendary Mrs. An Guogong. She was so old that the years seemed to freeze on her body, her eyebrows and eyes were kind, no different from an ordinary old grandmother.
Mrs. An Guo glanced down the stage, narrowed her eyes as if she couldn't see clearly, and then laughed, "Okay! These children are very good, and they look good. Zining, come up, come up!"
Song Zining seemed to have gotten used to it, and jumped onto the stage with countless hot eyes, saluting politely.
Mrs. An Guogong took Song Zining's hand, smiled and said to Song Zhongnian, the lord next to him, "Among your many grandchildren, I like Zining the most. He is good-born, talented, and likeable when he speaks!"
All the elders smiled at each other, but some people in the audience couldn't hold back their expressions. What are the reasons for being nice and likable? Moreover, the talents praised by the ancestors did not refer to martial arts, but miscellaneous studies such as calligraphy and painting.
Mrs. An Guo didn't care what others thought, she took off a jasper ring on her thumb and stuffed it into Song Zining's hand.
Song Zining calmly put the wrench on his hand without hesitation. It was a level 6 defensive weapon. Although it could only be used once, it was enough to block a frontal blow from a general. Mrs. An Guogong's preference for Song Zining has always been undisguised, and it makes people extremely speechless.
Qianye in the audience frowned. He had always heard that the ancestors of the Song clan favored Song Zining. After seeing it with his own eyes today, he always felt that something was wrong. Isn't this just making enemies for Song Zining? Before he could think any more, an elder stood up on the stage and began to read out the list of the first round of battles.
A total of 24 Song Clan disciples took part in the exam, and 48 guest warriors. Among them, the guest warriors have to play a few rounds first to determine the top sixteen, and then play a knockout match with the bottom sixteen of the Song clan's children until eight people are determined, and then join the top eight among the Song clan's children. Become the top sixteen of this round of martial arts exam. In the end, they will fight in pairs until the individual is the first.
Each participant will get points according to their rankings. In the end, whichever disciple of the Song Dynasty and their guest warriors have the most total points will be the first in the martial arts test.
Four venues have been lined up in the school field, which can accommodate four battles at the same time. Except for powerful weapons such as force grenades and hand-held force cannons, the battle is not limited to the weapons used, nor is it limited to life and death.
According to the regulations, there will be sixteen fighters with byes in the first round. Neither Qianye nor Gao Junyi had a bye. With the heirs trying their best to influence the battle table, such a good thing would naturally not happen to Song Zining.
It can be seen that all the heirs have made great efforts to recruit manpower. The eight guest warriors in the first batch of battles are all experienced, fierce and fierce, and their combat power exceeds the standard ninth-level fighters. A ruthless person who can easily crush opponents at the same level.
Moreover, the fighting was extremely fierce, there was no friendship and politeness between the guest warriors, and there was no room for strikes. Almost every field was bloody when the battle ended.
In the second round of four games, Gao Junyi's name was called.
Among the four battles in this round, the longest one lasted nearly an hour. And Gao Junyi did have a bit of real talent and learning, and he defeated his opponent in less than half an hour. However, he also paid a price. His left arm was cut deeply, almost to the bone.
When Gao Junyi left the field with his head held high, he passed by Qianye and gave a loud laugh, and said, "Little guy, don't embarrass Qi Shao later." Being able to beat his opponent in the first round is something to be proud of, you know None of the guest warriors who participated in the battle was mediocre.
Qianye just smiled, while Song Zining was full of joy, and praised Gao Junyi well.
At this moment, the elder presiding over the exam read An Renyi's name. Qianye stood up, picked up Dongyue who was leaning on the side of the seat, and walked towards the competition field.
When Qianye walked to the center of the venue to stop, Mrs. An Guogong's wife on the high platform suddenly opened her eyes slightly, and gave him a glance, whether intentionally or not.
But Qianye, who was quietly waiting for the start of the game, suddenly had an indescribable feeling, as if there were two eyes watching him from somewhere, and he subconsciously looked towards the high platform. But at this time, the ancestor of the Song Clan had already lowered his eyes and entered the state of doze again.
No one on the high platform noticed that Mrs. Anguo opened her eyes just now, and people were not surprised that the ancestors dozed off. , Just like a child wielding a sword in front of an adult, there is really no fun at all. Perhaps only when the sons of the Song Clan came on stage would they attract her attention.
However, although Mrs. An's eyes are closed, no one on the stage dares to slack off. With the ancestor's current cultivation, even nine percent of his spirit is asleep. As long as he stays awake, the audience will never think that anything can be hidden pass her.
"The ninth battle, Du Dahai vs. An Renyi, starts now! The tenth battle, Cao Junping vs. Gu Xiaohui..." As soon as the elder finished speaking, the bell that marked the start of the battle rang.
At this moment, Qianye's attention finally turned to his opponent. Standing at the other end of the field was a big red-faced man with a hideous scar on his left cheek.
Qianye looked at him, suddenly smiled slightly, and said, "You are from Song Ziqi, right?"