Yan Tianhen shook his head and said, "No, this is the path I chose. I can't trouble my elder brother, nor can I give up halfway, let others look down on me, they will laugh at my elder brother."
Feng Jingyu fluttered his wings and shouted, "You fool, think about your elder brother first, can you think about your own situation? In case the real man with jade is in retreat, he doesn't know your current situation. , What do you do if you die here?"
Yan Tianhen stared at the front with scorching eyes, and said, "That's my life too, I admit it. Maomao, if I can't even pass this level, how can I talk about standing shoulder to shoulder with my elder brother?"
Feng Jingyu said coolly, "Even if you pass this level, you will be far behind Lin Xuanzhi."
Yan Tianhen: "..."
He decided to roast Maomao once he was too hungry!
Looking at the white misty forest three feet away, Yan Tianhen gritted his teeth, took two unreliable tiger cubs and a bird that would only watch the excitement next to him, and continued groping forward.
At Mao on the second day, Lin Xuanzhi appeared on the martial arts field on time.
Shen Jianfeng's martial arts field is not divided into internal and external doors. All of Shen Jianfeng's disciples must come to the martial arts field on time every morning to do the same daily training. This is on Broken Sword Peak. There has never been before.
When Lin Xuanzhi appeared, the Shen Jianfeng disciples who had been standing neatly all quieted down and paid attention to him.
Lin Xuanzhi was wearing Shen Jianfeng's inner disciple's robe. The robe was blue and towering like a pine. His long hair was tied behind his head by a white hosta, and he looked very refreshing.
The robes of the other disciples were all white. Looking around, hundreds of Inner Sect disciples were holding swords, all attentive and heroic.
The disciples entering the room are all at the forefront.
Lin Xuanzhi came to Wan Yitong's side, Wan Yitong blinked at him, and said: "Every morning, this entire hour, we have to play the Xuantianzong basic swordsmanship three times in a row. After that is the time for their respective cultivation.
As long as it is a disciple of Xuantianzong, the swordsmanship to be learned at first is the same. Introductory swordsmanship, the five celestial sects of the entire Wuzhou Continent, use this set of swordsmanship
It's just that there are few people who practice this set of swords seriously, because it is too basic and effortless, and it won't be brilliant when it comes out, let alone bloggers' eyeballs.
More importantly, no one thinks that this set of swordsmanship can really be used in fights or competitions.
Hai Kuanglang approached from the other side and said, "Little Junior Brother, shouldn't you tell Senior Brother, you have forgotten how to use this sword technique?"
Lin Xuanzhi smiled, drew out the pity that he had only gotten yesterday, and said confidently: "No one next to me, this "Introduction 108 Style", I can type it out with my eyes closed."
Hai Kuanglang raised his eyebrows, and also drew out his sword, saying, "Then let me see and see."
Not much to say, a bell rang, and all Shen Jianfeng disciples placed their swords horizontally in front of them at the same time, making a starting movement, followed by hooks, picks, horizontals, slashes, stabs, slashes, etc. They came out one after another, extremely tidy, on the huge martial arts field, only the sound of the clothes colliding and the long sword breaking through the air.
These disciples are all light and silent on the ground, and their movements are extremely standard and normative.
It is said that it is the most basic sword move, but in fact, the movements that everyone plays are different.
The hundreds of Inner Sect disciples behind the disciples who entered the room were all accustomed to the sword skills of the other disciples, so today their attention is all on Lin Xuanzhi.
If Hai Kuanglang's swordsmanship style is reckless and mad, Zhanfengting's calmness is moderate, Beiqitian's murderous intent is strong, and Wan Yitong's carelessness, then Lin Xuanzhi's style is light and elegant, just like moving clouds and flowing water. Pen walks the dragon and snake.
He played extremely lightly, and each movement was broken down separately, and it could become the most standard example.Although he played the same set of swordsmanship, Lin Xuanzhi's movements gave people an ultimate beauty, as if he He and the sword have been integrated, regardless of each other, the sword is a part of his body extension, not a weapon
When the second time was over, except for Lin Xuanzhi, the other disciples who entered the room stopped and stood aside tacitly to observe his sword moves.
Seeing this, the other disciples behind him all paused, stepped back and admired the swordsmanship of this genius swordsman who was once known as "the head of the four swords of Xuantian".
When Lin Xuanzhi practiced his sword, he would not be affected by too many external factors. Although he noticed that everyone else had stopped, he still continued to practice his sword.
Lian Lian is in his hands, obediently like a twenty-eight girl who has not been affected by the earth, light and light, sometimes reflecting silver-white light under the sun.
Rise, fall, whirl, jump.
A one-hundred-eight style takes two full quarters of time. When these swords are used against the enemy, they are bound to be unpleasant and unbreakable. However, when practicing, you must control the speed and do every move. You can neither feed the old nor fail to wait.
When Lin Xuanzhi was practicing the sword, the true energy in his body was flowing. By the time he finished practicing this sword technique for the third time, the true energy of his whole body had already flowed along the meridians, blood, skeletal muscles, and traveled for three full weeks. Heaven, after a move, Lin Xuanzhi's sword was already held in his right hand and stood erect behind his right arm.
With a "clang" sound, the sword went into its sheath.
For a while, no one on the martial arts field uttered a sound
Wan Yitong was the first to come back to his senses, strode over, and slapped Lin Xuanzhi on the shoulder, saying: "Awesome little brother, it's really the first time I have seen this. The Bashou Posword is so beautiful, how did you get it?"
Lin Xuanzhi’s general sword was put into the scabbard, and said: “It’s just that every move has been practiced no less than 10,000 times, and naturally it will be effective no less than 10,000 times?" Hai Kuanglang took a breath and said: "You can actually do it. So far?! Why do you take such boring and ineffective tricks so much?"
"It's really boring, but it's not lethal. I can't agree." Lin Xuanzhi smiled, and without warning, pulled out the pity from the sheath, and the calcium carbide fired towards a stone pile around the martial arts field. After hearing the loud noise of the "boom", the stone piles were broken into dross and scattered all over the ground.
He has already cultivated his sword aura.
The sound of inhaling cold breath came one after another, because everyone could see that Lin Xuanzhi just hit it casually, using one of the basic 108 swords to "guide the way."
However, no one thought that Lin Xuanzhi could show the way to the fairy so vividly.
Bei Jitian also changed his face, and a blazing light of longing flashed in his eyes.
If the basic one hundred and eight sword moves are any powerful swordsmanship, however, this is just a basic swordsmanship that can't even be counted as a Huangjie technique. Being able to practice, the power is naturally not much higher.
The swordsmanship is learned in conjunction with the unique breath adjustment internal skills. The internal skills of this set of swordsmanship are also extremely simple. It is difficult to use the true energy through the sword in his hand, so that Lin Xuanzhi smashed the stone pile. At the time, he never used all his true energy.
So, why can he use this basic sword to use it out of the realm of the yellow-level high-grade technique
Zhan Fengting recovered from the panic, and said in surprise: "Xuanzhi, have you integrated this set of swordsmanship and formed your unique internal strength system?"
Lin Xuanzhi nodded and looked at Zhan Fengting with a smile: "Big brother is still great, he can see through my skills at a glance."
Zhan Fengting was even more surprised. He stared at Lin Xuanzhi deeply, almost not knowing what to say to express his admiration.
Internal power is something more difficult to master than external power. External power is form, internal power is god, external power is appearance, and internal power is mind.
If you have seen too much external skills, you will be able to practice them, but internal skills rely on your own comprehension.
Each person's specific situation is different, and the same internal strength into the body will have different effects.
Lin Xuanzhi was not the first to change this set of internal strength according to his physical constitution, but he was the only one who could merge the internal strength and his own situation to such a vivid degree.
How can this not make people sigh
Wan Yitong's eyes widened, staring at Lin Xuanzhi like a baby, and said, "How did you do it?"
Lin Xuanzhi smiled and said: "Practice a few more times and get a good grasp of it, and then I will feel it naturally. If you really let me say it, I can't tell the truth."
Since he entered Xuan Tianzong as a child, he has to practice this set of basic swordsmanship at least ten times every day. If things go on like this, he will naturally find a set of internal strength system that suits him and is in line with this set of techniques.
In addition, he is already a five-stage soul fire refiner at this time, and the acupuncture points, tendons, and blood vessels in his body have also been strengthened and tempered with new strengths, which is even more comfortable.
"Dao begets one, one life is two, two begets three, three begets all things." An empty and far-reaching voice came from far and near, and saw the moon and the respected man's sword come and floated, saying: "The law of heaven and earth, ten thousand things It is inseparable from its ancestry, simple but the most difficult, this one hundred and eight basic sword moves, but includes almost all commonly used sword styles.
Everyone saluted one after another, saying: "Peak Master is well."
"Master."
"Master, why are you here."
Several disciples who entered the room also saluted.
Venerable Lan Yue nodded to Lin Xuanzhi with satisfaction, and said: "Your basic sword style has been practiced to the point of perfection, even me, I can't say that it is better than you."
Lin Xuanzhi hurriedly said, "Master is too acclaimed."
Lord Lanyue smiled very lightly, and said: "I know whether it's too good or not. Although these boys play 108 styles three times a day, they don't have a few serious ones, so I just let them watch this time. Look, how important are the basic moves that they see in the dust on weekdays."
Wan Yitong stroked his nose with some shame.
The other senior brothers are okay. Zhanfengting is a phantom formation master, Hai Kuanglang is a magician, and the weapon used is a whip. The reason why they practice sword is only because the Wuzhou Wind is practicing swordsmanship, how much more each monk Young people have to practice swordsmanship, just follow the trend.
But he is a proper sword repairer, and one of the four swords of Xuantian.
When he was practicing basic swordsmanship, he basically perfunctory every time. Others felt that he was careless and good-looking, but the insiders could see that the movements he played were not standard, and they were basically ostentatious. Almost it will do.
Wan Yitong felt that his face was hurting fiercely. This was a rare spectacle for himself, who had always been cheeky.
Wan Yitong is by no means alone with this kind of thought.
Wan Yitong took a deep breath and leaned forward cheeky and said, "I don't do well in basic sword moves, but even if I really try, I won't necessarily lose to Junior Brother. Doesn't this mean that I am talented?"
Hai Kuang waves twitched the corners of his mouth.
Venerable Lanyue glanced at him with no expression, and said, "You forgot, what kind of skill is the sword technique you practiced?"
Wan Yitong fell silent, and lowered his head in silence a little frustrated.
Lin Xuanzhi asked, "What kind of exercise did the fifth brother practice?"
Wan Yitong raised his eyes and glanced at him, and whispered: "You have never heard of it. It's called "Eternal Sorrow", not very famous."