“You need tea, coffee or other drinks.”

"Give me a cup of boiled water, thank you!"

"You're welcome!" The waitress smiled and quickly handed in water.

He leaned against the sofa, picked up the cup and took a sip. While looking at the environment here, he sighed in his heart that it is different for martial artists to take the exam. Like when he went to take the apprenticeship exam, he did not receive such good treatment. Early in the morning, you have to queue up to register.

Now, you don’t have to do it yourself at all, it’s just VIP treatment.

After sitting for about three minutes, the staff member walked over quickly: "Hello, the procedures have been completed. Your physical fitness assessment will be at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, and the location is also here. I wonder if there is any problem? If tomorrow doesn't work, then it will only be about half a month later."

"No problem!" Chen Shouyi nodded and said.

The martial artist assessment is not like the apprentice assessment. It is divided into two exams, one is the physical fitness assessment, and the test is whether the physical fitness in all aspects has met the standards. When the physical fitness assessment is passed, a practical assessment will be conducted. Generally, the space channel will be entered to complete some specific tasks and the assessment will be conducted based on the completion of the task.

He took his ID card and apprenticeship certificate and then walked out of the building.

The sunlight above his head was a little dazzling, and the colorful halo was emitted through his eyelashes. Looking at the crowds coming and going on, Chen Shouyi paused and walked into a cold weapon store near the martial arts assessment center.

Instead of looking at the real guys on the counter with a shining luster under the light, I walked to the wooden swords used to practice on the shelves at the door and picked and chose.

He weighed the weight of each one, and it didn't take long to pick one.

"How much does this practice sword cost?"

"This is made of hardwood from another world. It has a hard and heavy texture, comparable to steel, so the price is relatively high." A waiter introduced.

"How much?"

"Take one thousand two!"

After paying the money, Chen Shouyi walked out of the cold weapon store.

The rough textured hilt of the sword he stroked with his fingers was walking on the street to search, and suddenly he found that he could not find a place to practice swordsmanship.

The big city is too noisy and there are people everywhere, and there is no place to make it quiet.

The room in the hotel is too small. If you let go of your hands and feet to practice, with the sword speed that can explode the speed of sound, not to mention disturbing the people, you will have to pay a lot of money after practicing.

He is not nervous about tomorrow's assessment, there is nothing to be nervous about.

His strength and agility have reached 13.3 now.

If the power is roughly expressed by data, it has already reached 380 kilograms, far exceeding the 300 kilograms of the warrior standard line.

The agility that is more difficult for warriors to improve will only increase more. Compared with the reaction speed of the man in black he killed not long ago in fighting, his reaction was about 30% faster than him at the beginning, but now it is close to 40%.

Considering that the other party has long been a warrior, his agility must have exceeded the warrior's standards, which means that his nerve reaction speed is likely to be about 50% faster than the warrior's standard line.

It's a little bit higher.

The neural response speed is the most reflective of combat effectiveness.

For battles on the front line of life and death, when the reaction speed gap reaches 50%, no matter how rich the opponent's combat experience is, no matter how subtle and easy the opponent's muscle control is, just one meeting and before the opponent can react, he will be killed instantly.

His actual combat power has long surpassed those new and tender warriors.

...

He wanted to practice swords, but he just practiced swords simply.

Since losing the space channel, I have been hiding and hiding. Every day, I will use my sword to carefully experience the force of polishing my muscles in the bedroom, so that my muscles can remember various ways of exerting force bit by bit, forming instinct.

Of course, the effect of this kind of low-fire simmering is also good. For example, his swordsmanship has improved by three points in a short period of time.

However, decocting medicine requires a combination of civil and military affairs, and practicing swords also requires a combination of movement and stillness.

All polishing is for the instant explosion.

...

He searched for a long time and suddenly found a place where he could practice swords. This was an old house located in a small alley.

The house looked very old, with marble walls covered with ivy, and a few large locks wrapped around the rusty iron door at the door.

Through the gap between the iron door, you can see that the yard is overgrown with weeds and the front door is rotten into tattered wooden boards, which obviously have been uninhabited for a long time.

What made Chen Shouyi a little confused was how this third-floor building in the downtown area was abandoned so much. It would be a big income to decorate it a little and rent it out.

However, it's not his business.

Here we can let him practice swordsmanship.

While there was no one on the left, he jumped gently and jumped over the wall.

The rockery covered with grass, the dried-up pool, and several animal sculptures covered with moss. These details show that the owner was obviously a wealthy family. Of course, even now, this house is worth a lot of money.

But it's his business.

He put his briefcase in the corner, practiced a set of thirty-six ways to exercise his body, and immediately started practicing swordsmanship.

He closed his eyes and used the man in black as his imaginary enemy.

He stabbed a high-speed sword with a single hand, then took a light step, instantly crossing four or five meters away, holding the sword and slashing horizontally.

no.

Too weak.

The strength of the man in black must be strengthened.

...

A strong wind began to roar around, and a figure moved rapidly in the wind, sometimes piercing a sonic boom, sometimes passing a sword light, and nearby weeds fell everywhere, and smoke and dust flew.

A hanging branch swayed, and the next moment it was affected by the sword light, and it instantly became bare, and the leaves had been crushed by the strong wind.

"Bang bang bang bang, is anyone inside?" More than ten minutes later, Chen Shouyi suddenly heard an old woman's voice.

He stopped immediately.

"Grandma, what's the matter?" Chen Shouyi walked to the door.

The old man was already very old, his face was covered with gullies and his eyes were a little cloudy. She stared at Chen Shouyi in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here? I'll be dead!"

"Grandma, what's wrong? I think it's quiet here. I want to practice swordsmanship. Can't I come here?"

"This is a haunted house. I don't know how many people have died in these years. You have even come here and you are desperate."

"Grandma, it's okay, I'm not afraid of ghosts." Chen Shouyi said with a smile. He couldn't help but understand. No wonder, there was always a little chill here, with a gloomy feeling.
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