Lin Bei thought that practicing swordsmanship would be tiring.
But Lin Bei never knew that sword training could be so tiring!
After waving the knife five thousand times in a row, Lin Bei felt that his arm was about to become useless.
This is the result of having gone through body tempering and reaching the Qi training realm.
But even so, I have to let myself wield the sword another five thousand times...
Don't dare to think, don't dare to think.
This is really unthinkable...
But Jin Shuang was watching from the side, and Lin Bei didn't dare to stop at all.
Whenever Lin Beiyi showed signs of stopping.
Jin Shuang would look at Lin Bei with that "Are you going to die?" look.
That kind of sight deeply aroused Lin Bei's fighting spirit!
man!
You can say whatever you want!
but!
You can't say that a man can't do it!
Ever since, Lin Bei continued to drive piles.
During these five thousand sword swings, Jin Shuang would correct Lin Bei's movements!
And when Lin Bei swung his sword six thousand times.
Lin Bei suddenly felt something.
This feeling is very strange.
It’s like something is about to come out!
The ten thousandth time.
Lin Bei couldn't help it anymore!
"drink!"
Lin Bei shouted loudly!
A burst of sword energy was swung out by Lin Bei!
Cut a thin mark five meters wide in the ground.
"It's done?"
Lin Bei himself was stunned for a moment.
Is it possible that just by swinging the sword, one can develop unparalleled sword skills?
Of course this is not possible.
You cannot develop peerless sword skills by just wielding a sword.
Therefore, it must be coupled with unique breathing methods and unique spiritual power operations.
Then, it is necessary to cooperate with each swing of the knife so that the breathing method and spiritual power can reach the most harmonious state.
This is a process of mutual integration.
Every time you swing the sword, it is a break-in.
How long this kind of running-in takes depends entirely on talent.
to be honest.
In Jin Shuang's mind, swinging a knife ten thousand times in a row feels like too little.
It would take at least a month of continuous swinging, swiping the knife ten thousand times a day! Only then would Lin Bei find such a feeling.
But I didn't expect it.
It’s really just ten thousand times.
Lin Bei succeeded!
Involuntarily, Jin Shuang felt a little confused.
When you first mastered it, how many times did you swing the sword?
Fifty thousand times? Or sixty thousand times?
Maybe this Lin Bei is really a genius.
"Okay, that's it for today."
Jin Shuangdan said calmly.
"I will meet you here tomorrow at Tatsuki."
After saying that, Jin Shuang turned around and left without any nonsense.
Put down the long knife.
Lin Bei felt that his arms had no feeling.
Even whether he can lift the knife tomorrow is a question.
Dragging his tired body, Lin Bei came to Lingquan.
Lin Bei took off his clothes and took a bath in the spiritual spring.
Feeling that the spiritual spring was infiltrating his body, as if it was repairing his body, Lin Bei couldn't help but let out a "kimoji".
At the same time, in Lin Bei's mind.
A new progress bar appears.
[Three swords: Only these three swords can create the world!]
[Progress: 10%]
Damn it!
Looking at this description, Lin Bei was shocked.
Create the world.
Are these three swords so impressive?
Miss Jinshuang really doesn’t have any secrets to hide.
While sighing with emotion for Jin Shuang's generosity, he was also wary of Jin Shuang's severity.
While soaking, Lin Bei accidentally fell asleep.
When Lin Bei woke up, the bright moon was already hanging high in the sky!
Oops!
Lin Bei secretly thought something was wrong.
If I go back so late, I will definitely be doomed! There is no telling what method the witch will use to torture me.
Quickly drying himself off, Lin Bei ran towards the room while picking up his pants.
Lin Bei just entered the room.
A long white leg stepped towards Lin Bei and pinned Lin Bei to the door.
One thing to say.
Whenever Luo Qingming makes this move.
Lin Bei always felt that Luo Qingming's flexibility was really good.
"You still know how to come back?" Luo Qingming looked at Lin Bei as if he were looking at a dead person.
"After my subordinate finished practicing the sword, he went to take a bath in the spiritual spring. He accidentally fell asleep. Please forgive me, Master!"
Lin Bei assured that Luo Qingming must have known that he fell asleep in Lingquan.
And when the other party asked this deliberately, he was actually deliberately trying to find trouble.
"What I hate hearing the most is excuses!"
Luo Qingming said coldly.
"If you haven't come back by Xu Shi, you don't have to come back.
Just dig a hole and bury yourself."
"yes......"
I endure it!
I endure it!
Devil! Just wait for me!
"Come here and change my clothes!"
Luo Qingming turned around and walked towards the inner room.
"Are you helpless? Can't you take care of yourself?"
Lin Bei really wanted to say this.
But Lin Bei didn't dare...
Lin Bei helped Luo Qingming take off his clothes and slowly removed the panda bandage.
Changing clothes for Luo Qingming every time.
The Meditation Mantra will increase by one or two percentage points.
Lin Bei felt that if he continued like this, it would not take long for him to master the practice of Jingxin Brahma.
But this time when I was changing clothes for Luo Qingming.
There was a little bit of an accident.
That's why Lin Bei's hands have been shaking...
Lin Bei felt that he really couldn't blame himself.
Damn it.
I have swung my sword ten thousand times, it would be strange if it didn't shake!
It's okay to say that she's shaking, but I can't touch her while I'm dressing her.
This is especially uncomfortable...
Therefore, Lin Bei has been holding on to his clothes, and even now it's hard for him to start!
Luo Qingming glanced at Lin Bei's hand holding the clothes hanging in the air, and frowned: "What are you doing?"
"Well... my hands are shaking a little, for fear of touching your Holy Body, the Master.
How about letting Jin Shuang or Miss Hongyu come?"
"Oh."
Luo Qingming smiled contemptuously.
But I don't know why.
Lin Bei felt that he saw a hint of a mischievous smile in Luo Qingming's eyes.
“I can’t even do this kind of thing well.
What do I need from you?!"
With that said, Luo Qingming grabbed Lin Bei's collar.
"I want you to wear it for me!
remember!
If you touch me a little.
Then go die."
As soon as the words fell, a hint of unnoticeable expectation flashed through Luo Qingming's eyes.