At the sun of Tianjian Mountain, the shore of the sea, and at the foot of the mountain, a dirt house stands in the wind, built with some thick tree trunks and thatched grass, some old, and it seems to have a history.

The mountain wind and the sea breeze whistled alternately, and the earthen house was trembling. The good cultivation might collapse at any time, but it was always tenaciously and firm, which made people amazed the builder's "magical work".

This thatched hut is the temporary residence for Xiao Qitian and Leng Jinghong to train their bodies and practice.

The furnishings in the thatched hut are extremely simple, with only a table, two chairs, and two sleeping kang.

Outside the hut, there are two large medicine tanks, which are placed on the fire pit. When Xiao Qitian and the others were mowing their bodies, they were beaten by the waves every day and were covered in bruises. If they wanted to continue to motivate their bodies, they naturally needed special means to recover from their injuries.

The best way to recover from injuries is the medicine bath.

These two tanks are specially used for medicinal baths after Xiao Qitian and his two men were trained.

Another morning, when Xiao Qitian woke up, he saw Leng Jinghong sitting alone outside the hut, looking a little depressed.

Xiao Qitian was stunned.

At this time, half a year had passed since Xiao Qitian began to teach Leng Jinghong to train his body.

For half a year, Leng Jinghong has been very hardworking and self-conscious. In the past, he had already rushed to the beach and fought bravely with the waves. However, today, he was sitting here in a depressed state, which is why Xiao Qitian was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Qitian asked.

"Brother Xiao, am I useless?" Leng Jinghong asked with some frustration.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Since I entered the Sixth Level of Bodybuilding a month ago, my body has not been able to rise. No matter how hard or hard I work, it seems to be useless. A month ago, it was the Sixth Level of Bodybuilding a month ago, but now it is the Sixth Level of Bodybuilding a Heaven, and there is no progress at all."

"There are progress, but you can't feel it." Xiao Qitian comforted.

In fact, it is not comforting, because this is a fact. As we all know, bodybuilding is divided into nine levels, and the extreme realm is nine. The sixth level of bodybuilding can be called a watershed.

Before the sixth level of bodybuilding, as long as you are willing to endure hardships and have the appropriate bodybuilding method, progress is obvious. However, once a practitioner enters the sixth level of bodybuilding, if he wants to continue to strengthen his physique, he has to endure the pain like a sea of ​​swords and fires almost every day, and his progress is extremely slow and difficult to feel.

Of course, Xiao Qitian knew that, in addition to this, there was another reason why Leng Jinghong had such an illusion. So, he pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it, look at you like this, I probably won't be in the mood to train your body today. So, today, I will teach you a set of martial arts."

As soon as these words were spoken, Leng Jinghong was shocked and his eyes lit up: "Really?"

His frustration almost disappeared in an instant.

No wonder he was so excited. You know, once when he got up in the middle of the night, he accidentally found Xiao Qitian practicing martial arts outside the hut. Those martial arts were really amazing, at least the martial arts of their Leng family were incomparable.

He was so envious that he drooled. However, no matter how he begged, Xiao Qitian refused to teach him. In the latter's words, the most important thing for him now is to be down-to-earth and improve his physical realm.

Who would have thought that this time, Xiao Qitian actually let go and told him not to be excited?

"Of course it's true. But don't be excited. I will teach you, but my requirements are very strict. If you can't meet my requirements, maybe you won't have time to cry in a while." Xiao Qitian said with a vaccination.

"No. As long as Brother Xiao is willing to teach me, I can accept anything." Leng Jinghong promised confidently.

"Is that so? Then let's wait and see." A playful smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Qitian's mouth.

In an instant, for some reason, Leng Jinghong shivered.

Not long after, outside the hut, inside an open field, two teenagers stood in the wind, and there was no doubt that Xiao Qitian and Leng Jinghong were.

At this time, Leng Jinghong was wearing a training suit, holding a long sword in his hand, and his eyes were focused.

"Let's start." Xiao Qitiandao.

As soon as the words fell, Leng Jinghong's footsteps were empty, and the long sword danced, and a set of sword techniques had slowly unfolded.

This set of swordsmanship was not taught by Xiao Qitian, but the Leng family's Degree Sword Technique. It turned out that before Xiao Qitian was about to teach him martial arts, Leng Jinghong suddenly felt aroused his heart, wanting to practice the Leng family's swordsmanship in front of Xiao Qitian, so that the former could give some instructions on the shortcomings.

So, this scene happened.

In fact, Leng Jinghong has not practiced much of this Leng family sword technique. Because before, he had been obsessed with condensing energy and spent very little time practicing martial arts.

However, although his sword moves looked a little awkward, they were quite eye-catching.

Moreover, from the perspective of the sword drawing or the direction of the footsteps, you can see that this is a very refined sword technique, and Leng Jinghong's extremely good swordsmanship talent.

A trace of praise flashed through Xiao Qitian's eyes, but he ruthlessly attacked: "Silly, what are you fighting? You are unrestrained and stubborn. Can this be called swordsmanship?"

Leng Jinghong finished the Leng family's sword technique in one breath, and was a little dissatisfied: "I said Brother Xiao, are you asking too much? I can count the swordsmanship dozens of fingers. It should be good to be able to do this level, right?"

"Fart!" Xiao Qitian cursed with a serious expression: "If you have this idea, then I advise you not to practice. It may be a kind of happiness to live a life of ordinary people."

"I don't want to see you one day not practicing martial arts and being killed by someone with a sword. Then you don't feel embarrassed, but I still feel embarrassed! Humph!" He snorted coldly.

"It's not that serious, right?" Leng Jinghong murmured.

"Idiot, with your attitude, it's still light to be killed by someone with a sword. Only when you are humiliated in public will you know what life is worse than death!" Xiao Qitian cursed mercilessly.

Leng Jinghong felt embarrassed when he heard this and had a fever on his face.

"In the path of cultivation, we should focus on striving for excellence and not tolerate any carelessness. Otherwise, even if we have amazing talents, our achievements will be extremely limited." Xiao Qitian said sternly, paused for a moment, and spoke again: "The way of swordsmanship is the same as the same path. The realm of small success emphasizes the action as flowing water, seamlessly in the sky. The realm of great success is to do it at will, without any moves or postures, just like the realm of natural success."

His voice was low and his expression was a little desolate, as if he had been trapped in long-standing memories.

Leng Jinghong listened quietly, but his expression was indescribable.

"The sword technique of your Leng family is actually pretty good. But when you separate one move and one move, it is simply rigid. At the turning point, it is blocked and the amplitude is large, so it is easy to be seen through at first sight. What power can it have?" Xiao Qitian commented.

"What should I do?" Leng Jinghong asked humbly. After Xiao Qitian said this, he also felt that the Leng family's swordsmanship was too rigid and it was very difficult to change his moves.

Xiao Qitian cursed: "Silly, you have said this, don't you understand? Look at how stupid you look like a cow? The sword move is dead, and people live!"

"Look carefully and I will only call it once!" He shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Jinghong felt that his right hand was empty, and the long sword in his hand had already appeared in Xiao Qitian's hand.

Xiao Qitian took a step forward, and the sword light danced rapidly. A set of sword techniques that Leng Jinghong, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, had already been practiced in front of Leng Jinghong. It was the Leng family's sword technique.

Outside the hut, Xiao Qitian's movements were not fast, but the connection between the sword moves gave people a feeling of being light and natural. The moves were illusory and splashed freely. Although they were simple, they gave people a feeling of being hiding without any hiding.

Leng Jinghong's eyes were straightened.

If he hadn't known Xiao Qitian's background, he even doubted whether the former had learned the swordsmanship of their Leng family before, otherwise how could he be so familiar?

You know, he only fought the Leng Family Sword Technique once, and there were many loopholes. However, Xiao Qitian was able to practice the Leng Family Sword Technique to this level with just this one, which is really unbelievable.

No!

It should be asked, is what Xiao Qitian practiced really the sword technique of their Leng family?

Why did he feel that the Leng family's sword technique was even more powerful than when it was in the hands of his father Leng Jianhui? It became more pure, with countless changes, giving people a feeling that they were unable to defend themselves?

"Buzz!"

The sword buzzed, but it stopped abruptly, pulling Leng Jinghong back to reality. It turned out that Xiao Qitian had already finished a set of sword techniques, and the sword flew towards him.

He took the long sword, his eyes closed in vain, and carefully recalled the entire process of Xiao Qitian practicing sword.

Curiosity flashed in Xiao Qitian's eyes, looking at Leng Jinghong with his eyes closed, and secretly guessed how much the latter had realized it.

"Yes, it must be like this!" Leng Jinghong's eyes suddenly opened, and a confident look burst out. The long sword in his hand shook, and the Leng family's sword technique slowly unfolded again.

This time, after Leng Jinghong used one move, he moved to the next move without waiting for his move to completely grow old. At the turn, although it was a little blocked, it was obviously much smoother, with an indescribable natural charm. The long sword roared lightly, one stroke, one poked and one picked, and wherever he passed, it actually gave people a strange and changeable feeling.

At this moment, Xiao Qitian suddenly shone brightly and said intimately: "Awesome!" You can understand this set of sword techniques to this level by just watching it once. Even if you are used to seeing Xiao Qitian, who is a genius from all walks of life, and Xiao Qitian, who is the master of Xuantian Sword, has to say admiration!

"Well! It's time to prepare something for you." He thought to himself, and suddenly looked deep in Tianjian Mountain, with deep eyes and inexplicable meaning.

On the narrow mountainside, Leng Jinghong practiced the Leng family sword technique over and over again. Although it was a little blocked in the middle, it became more and more comfortable, and he was naturally happy.

Xiao Qitian came to his senses and pointed at the side: "You are so stupid, but unfortunately the sword marks are too heavy and too clumsy! You must remember that sword moves are dead, people are alive, and no matter how exquisite the dead moves are, they will be broken. Even the simplest moves can make people tie their hands and feet, and they are hard to defend against!"

After pausing, he continued: "Learn and apply it, and integrate the moves into one go. That is just the first step, just entering the ranks of quasi-masters. A true master, who has forgotten everything he has learned in his mind, can call it out at will. You will never guess what his next move will be and where he will hit. This is the most terrifying place!"

Leng Jinghong nodded secretly when he heard this, and felt very reasonable.

When facing the enemy, if you can do nothing to find the moves, the opponent will definitely not be able to let go, which is equivalent to taking the initiative, which is indeed terrible.

On this day, Xiao Qitian did not teach Leng Jinghong other martial arts skills.

Leng Jinghong didn't feel regretful either. He had been practicing the Leng family's sword technique, and was addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.

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Chapter completed!