Ximen Chuxue meditated and returned to breathe, then stood up and pulled out the wooden sword inserted on the ground. The tip of the sword had been polished to a very smooth surface, covered with a faint layer of oil.

After sweeping around the trees, the trees were already stabbed completely, and there was no place to draw the sword. Ximen Chuxue collected the sword and walked away, and found another place to draw the sword.

After finding another forest, Ximen Chuxue started practicing again, and all she practiced was one move, drawing a sword out of the sword! Drawing a sword out of the sword out of the sword!

This cycle was repeated. The sword light flashed and a random sword was stabbed out. The sword was not sharp or even fierce. It only emphasized one word - fast! It was extremely fast, and even the sword light flashed over the wooden sword and was sheathed again, leaving a little on the bark.

This wound was pierced from the tip of the wooden sword. It was neither deep nor shallow and just opened the bark, nor hurt the tree trunk. With the emphasis on extreme speed, what is more important is to grasp the sword, so accurate that it is nitpicking.

The previous circle of trees without bark was all the rhythm of Ximen Chuxue. During this period, she has been practicing fast swords, but there are thousands of fast swords. The one-character electric sword is the top secret of the second-rate fast sword. When she practices to the extreme, she will be able to move lightning and thunder. But Ximen Chuxue only pursues one move and draws the sword technique.

A quick sword means taking a person's life easily. A subtle grasp of the sword is the only indicator that determines the level of sword skills.

Your internal strength is strong and your sword energy is stern, and it seems to be very powerful. But that is not the realm of swordsmanship, but the high internal cultivation is used to suppress your opponent. Only when you have mastered the sword to a certain extent, and when you draw the sword in a small and accurate way, you care about your thoughts, and in a moment, you will be considered as the sword art.

These are what Lin Luo said when he taught to his disciples. Ximen Chuxue naturally kept it in mind. With four months to participate in the competition, she needed to win as much victory as possible from the head master to exchange for Lingshan Immortal Brew. Sword Taoism not only practices sword skills, but also polishes people's minds. The delicious wine with all kinds of flavors is an excellent experience for Ximen Chuxue.

As a woman, she could not practice swords under the waterfall like a senior brother. She could only train her own mind in this way.

The wooden sword was sheathed, and Ximen Chuxue let go of his hands and stood his arms, then instantly pulled out the sword and pierced a little bit of the bark.

This repeated, piercing the bark of the tree trunks and barks in one round. A tree that had been aged for ten years was enough for Ximen Chuxue to pierce out 3,200 swords, and there were at least a hundred trees she had practiced in swords...

The control of the wooden sword reaches a subtle level, and the next step is to change the iron sword you usually use. The iron sword is much sharper than the wooden sword, so the control of the subtle is more accurate to the slightest point. This is also the continuous increase in difficulty and improvement in swordsmanship.

Zhao Zheng is now the most accomplished swordsman among his disciples, but Zhao Zheng is also very anxious now, not for anything else, but the cold-talking junior sister Ximen Chuxue. She suddenly catches up with him at some point, which makes him feel panicked when he runs in front.

Zhao Zheng is currently in the small practice room, with countless tiles hanging from the roof of the room with ropes. Zhao Zheng stands in front of the ropes to practice swords. Under Lin Luo's guidance, Zhao Zheng has already mastered a trace of sword power. The so-called power is the aura contained in the locks in battle. If these mysterious auras can be used for themselves, the improvement will be very huge.

The understanding of sword force also means that a person has officially entered the sword path. After thoroughly comprehending the sword force, compressing the sword force to one point is a state of slightness. In addition to sword force, a swordsman is also concerned with his own sword intent and sword heart.

Not to mention these, the sword force that Zhao Zheng understood was only a slightest, less than a hundred percent.

It is even extremely difficult to take the initiative to master these sword postures. And his master Lin Luo has already achieved the condensation of the sword energy, and although the sword posture occupies the level of control of the pace.

Zhao Zheng set out a sword between the tiles, but did not induce internal force. He simply used the sword to make moves, and did not touch the tiles. When the sword was drawn to a certain extent, he formed a certain force, and then stabbed a sword containing the sword force with one sword. The sharp sword had not touched the tiles, and the tiles had been shattered by the sharp sword force.

Sweat oozing from his forehead, the sword force is extremely difficult to control, and even being able to capture existence is also a very difficult thing for Zhao Zheng. The only thing he has to do now, and the most important thing is to master one-complete sword force and then shine in the three sect competition!

"I, Zhao Zheng, was extraordinary and would definitely be able to stand at the highest point!"

Qiangzheng!

The iron sword came out and the tiles fell to the ground.

Shaoming is still tempering his sword and killing skills. He knows that since he has chosen this path that his predecessors have never taken before, no one can help him. Only by constantly tempering and integrating his moves, practicing them to the point of integration, and making them flow, can he fight against opponents of the same level, otherwise even if he relies on the "strange" path, he will have many loopholes.

What are Zhu Pengtao, the fourth-seeded player of Lingyun Sect, doing now?

"Uncle, your soft fried tenderloin is not the right heat?" Zhu Pengtao picked up a soft fried tenderloin and stuffed it into his mouth and commented.

The uncle Zhangshao not only blew his beard and glared at him without being angry, but instead asked, "Brother Fat, what do you think is the problem?"

Zhu Pengtao frowned, grabbed another one and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it, and his brows gradually loosened: "Finished! Uncle, you are too hot and fryed too hard. After taking it out, because the oil temperature is too strong, it absorbs heat and cools quickly, which makes the inside too soft, and there is no feeling of crispy on the outside and tender on the inside."

After hearing Zhu Pengtao's explanation, Uncle Zhang thought about it, poured oil immediately, wrapped flour on the tenderloin, and started the second pot.

"Senior Brother Fourth, when will you teach me how to practice calligraphy?" Behind Zhu Pengtao was a tall and thin man standing there, standing in place with his horse stance looking at Zhu Pengtao with his eyes wide open.

Practice calligraphy... Zhu Pengtao thought about it and brought the plate to him: "Eat all these soft fried tenderloin, I will take you to practice calligraphy!"

"Eat all!" Li Yuan looked at the plate of soft fried pork loin, his eyes full of begging. "Brother Zhu, I have eaten three portions of noodle soup dumplings just now, a bowl of stewed elbows and a cup of stewed local chicken. I, I can't eat it anymore..."

Zhu Pengtao put his hands on his chest: "Since I can't finish it, I won't teach you how to practice calligraphy. Oh, it's such a pity. When my master was married, he collected a few good calligraphy. I was about to copy it, so it seems that he would..."

Hearing the calligraphy and copying the word "Si" Li Yuan's eyes shone through Zhu Pengtao's soft fried tenderloin, and without taking a pair of chopsticks, he simply grabbed it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth: "The silk chest cord is acidified!"

Zhu Pengtao nodded with satisfaction: "I, Zhu Pengtao, keep your word, don't worry, after eating here, we will practice calligraphy."

Zhu Pengtao won several goals at one time, helping Li Yuan strengthen his health and helping the chef control the taste of the food. He is a foodie and a literati, so hardworking for those who are capable.

After a while, Li Yuan beat his chest and blushed and said, "Senior Brother Zhu, keep his word. I've finished eating, hug!"

"Okay, let's practice calligraphy now! Uncle Zhangshao, do it slowly! I'll bring this kid to try it in the evening!"

Plop! Li Yuan, who had not yet walked out of the door, suddenly fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!