clang! clang! clang! clang!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was recalled one after another in the courtyard, monotonous and boring.

“Five hundred and ninety-six, five hundred and ninety-seven, five hundred and ninety-eight…”

Wei Changfeng counted silently in his heart, and his movements of drawing the sword in his hand became more and more stiff.

Sweat was oozing from his forehead, and his right arm was as heavy as lead. His right shoulder and half of his body began to become sore and itchy, and he wanted to scratch it hard with his hands.

And this is just his first step in practicing sword drawing, the simplest horizontal sword drawing style.

Hold the scabbard with your left hand, draw the sword with your right hand and sweep it forward, then insert the long sword back into the scabbard, and repeat!

A whole thousand times!

When I first started learning this sword-drawing style, it was not difficult for Wei Changfeng.

Yu Qinghong demonstrated twice before and after and pointed out the tricks, he mastered the basic principles after only practicing ten times, and copied the movements as if they were decent.

However, if you repeat the practice for a thousand times, and you cannot use the true qi of the Dantian, it will definitely be a hard work.

Wei Changfeng gritted his teeth and persevered.

Without accumulating small steps, you can't reach a thousand miles. There is no shortcut to the martial arts path, and only by step is solid.

If he can't even bear this little hardship, what else would he imagine to become the supreme martial emperor?

So with this belief, he silently endured boredom and fatigue, practicing the same moves over and over again.

"Five hundred, ninety-nine, six hundred!"

But when Wei Changfeng finished the 600th exercise, he felt it was difficult to persevere.

But Yu Qinghong was watching from the side. If he stopped to rest now, although the other party might not be able to make jokes, it would be a bit too shameful for Wei Changfeng.

So is there a way to save some effort and practice the horizontal sword drawing stance better?

A flash of inspiration in his mind, and an idea came out.

After six hundred times of practice, Wei Changfeng knew this sword move, but at least he was very familiar with it. He tried hard to think about the tricks that Yu Qinghong had pointed out before, and gradually gained a glimmer of enlightenment in his heart.

The originally tight body slowly relaxed. When drawing the sword, I used more of the strength of my waist, reduced the strength of my arms, adjusted my body's posture, and tried to treat it as my daily habit.

It’s like eating with chopsticks, it’s completely physical instinct!

Six hundred and twenty-one, six hundred and twenty-two, six hundred and twenty-three...

When Wei Changfeng began to try to change, his movements inevitably made mistakes. His sword drawing speed became slower and weaker. He did not accurately insert the sword sheath back several times, almost hurting his hand.

Yu Qinghong, who was standing beside him, couldn't help frowning and hesitated whether to let Wei Changfeng stop first.

The first time she practiced the horizontal sword drawing stance, Dongfang Caibai's requirement was to complete five hundred times.

Not only did Wei Changfeng's number requirements double, and his own strength was still weaker than that of himself at that time. It was already very difficult to persevere until 600 times.

She could clearly see that drops of sweat slid down from Wei Changfeng's forehead and flowed to her chin. Her neck soaked her clothes and her face turned pale.

This is obviously an over-expenditure of physical strength!

However, what Yu Qinghong didn't expect was that after only a moment, Wei Changfeng completed the adjustment himself.

Complete once, complete again, and repeat!

His speed suddenly accelerated, and the whole movement became as continuous as the flowing water. Sword lights flashed and disappeared, and the whistling sound of the sword blade breaking through the air was endless.

How is that possible?

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but be stunned!

The changes that appeared in Wei Changfeng were clearly the real mystery of the horizontal sword drawing stance!

The trick to using this power must be understood by yourself in practice. Other people's guidance can only serve as a auxiliary role. When she mastered the same technique, she spent three days practicing.

Even so, Dongfang Caibai praised her for being very talented.

Then if she is very talented, what is Wei Changfeng who can be realized with just six hundred swords?

Weird? It's simply a freak!

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but moan softly, and covered half of her face with her hands.

She stared blankly at Wei Changfeng who was still drawing his sword again and again, with an incredible look in her eyes.

Wei Changfeng didn't notice the expression on his senior sister's face at this moment. He was immersed in a wonderful feeling.

After mastering the essence of the horizontal sword drawing style, the speed of the sword drawing is getting lighter and easier, and you don’t have to deliberately control your body, and you can naturally complete a move.

The sourness of the arms and shoulders seemed to disappear without a trace, and the Qingfeng sword became as light as nothing in his hand, sweeping and waving brought a low whistling, as happy as his mood!

It turns out that practicing swords can be so happy!

Nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand!

Completed a thousand times!

Bang!

The Qingfeng sword accurately returned to the scabbard, and the hilt hit the sheath wrapped in fish skin and made a crisp sound.

Wei Changfeng closed his eyes and realized what he thought and gained just now with his heart.

Although fatigue immediately drowns his body like a tide, he is still excited and feels that a brand new area is slowly opening the door to him!

After half a moment, Wei Changfeng opened his eyes again.

I happened to see Yu Qinghong staring at him intently.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Wei Changfeng couldn't help but ask curiously, unable to help but touch his face.

"Ah, no... nothing..."

Yu Qinghong was immediately blushed and looked particularly cute and charming.

She asked in a vain: "You...have you learned the horizontal sword drawing style before?"

Wei Changfeng shook his head: "It's really not!"

Yu Qinghong still couldn't believe it: "Then how could you understand the key points of the horizontal sword-drawing stance so quickly?"

Wei Changfeng understood, thought for a while and said, "Maybe I have a high understanding..."

High understanding, so high!

He said it lightly, but Yu Qinghong suddenly had an impulse in his heart, wanting to pounce on Wei Changfeng and bite him hard.

Let you be proud!

She really wronged Wei Changfeng. The latter was not a smug person, but a fact.

Wei Changfeng, a thousand years ago, was able to achieve the position of the alchemy god. His understanding was absolutely unmatched. He would never forget any alchemy recipe after reading it, and he could also draw inferences from one example and deduce the essence of it.

For alchemists, understanding is the most important talent. Even if a stupid person gives him endless materials and practices over the years, he may not be able to refine decent elixirs.

Although understanding is not that important to warriors, it is still one of the talents of learning martial arts.

Wei Changfeng in this life already has excellent martial arts talent, and with this extraordinary understanding, it is not incredible to master the essence of the horizontal sword-drawing stance in just six hundred swords.

Yu Qinghong was inevitably disappointed when she pushed herself to others.

At this moment, her ears suddenly moved, and after listening sideways for a while, she said to Wei Changfeng: "Master, let me go, you should rest for two minutes first, and then practice the side sword drawing stance!"

Condensing the gas into a bunch, transmitting the sound into the secret!

This is a secret skill that only masters in the innate realm masters can master. Dongfang Caibai, who was far away in the attic, sent the voice to Yu Qinghong, but Wei Changfeng, who was so close to him, did not notice it at all.

The only thing that is certain is that although there are dozens of steps away, Dongfang Caibai is still paying attention to the situation in the courtyard and can hear the conversation between the two.

He nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to adjust his luck.

According to Dongfang Caibai's requirements, practicing sword drawing in advance cannot use the internal strength of true qi, so after practicing the horizontal sword stance for a thousand times, Wei Changfeng's body was already overwhelmed and exhausted.

If he hadn't learned the essence of the sword-like style at the time of the 600th sword, the four hundred swords behind him would have been much easier, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to stick to this day.

Thanks to the fact that soaking Longhu Soup in every three days has increased your body and body strength by washing and refining, otherwise I would not be able to persist.

Even so, his physical strength was almost overdrawn and he was sweating profusely all over his body.

Due to limited time, Wei Changfeng quickly entered the state of forgetting things and forgetting each other, urging the Qianyang true qi to move up the martial arts veins and circulate the whole body, limbs and bones, and recovered his physical strength bit by bit.

He opened his eyes again after completing a cycle of heaven.

Yu Qinghong has already returned, her face is a little strange: "Junior Brother Wei, Master, let you come here in the morning in the future!"

"Come here in the morning?"

Wei Changfeng was stunned: "I will be in the library in the morning, and there are many things."

"You are really..."

Yu Qinghong didn't expect that Wei Changfeng was so ignorant of his politeness, and he was so angry that he was about to jump: "Do you understand what the master means?"

Dongfang Caibai asked him to come here in the morning because he saw his talent in swordsmanship and had the idea of ​​loving talents, so he wanted to spend more time to cultivate it.
To be continued...