The boy's name is Zhao Gaogao.

Lin Jian's height and appearance are very ordinary, and he does not stand out in the training team of more than forty people.

What looked a little eye-catching was nothing more than Lin Jian carrying a flat black backpack and wielding a black sword that was slightly shorter than the training bamboo sword.

The backpack looks a bit metallic, shimmering in the morning light, but it's a little weird to carry it when you're training.

Lin Jian followed the team to do training movements one by one.

The members of the Morning Sword Club in front and back occasionally glanced at Lin Jian, one was to look at Lin Jian's weird black backpack, and the other was that those who were interested would find that Lin Jian's movements were very standard.

Whether it is Su Zhen who walks and slashes, or the oscillation who jumps and slashes, Lin Jian wields the black sword like a tiger.

Lin Jian's walking and jumping posture is also simple and concise, and the range of movement is free, compared to many members of the Morning Sword Club who are slightly stiff and clumsy, Lin Jian feels sassy and heroic at this time.

Lin Jian's position was in the middle of more than forty people, and most of the members behind him were new members who had just come to join the Morning Sword Society.

The training time was a little longer, and Lin Jian's posture, which was more proficient than other old members, immediately attracted the attention of many new members behind him.

After feeling their clumsy posture, many people began to look sideways at Lin Jian's posture and compare Lin Jian to learn these training movements.

Many juniors and sophomores in high school began to wonder what the name of this club senior who seemed to move smoothly was.

"Stop!"

After twenty minutes of training, Yang Zi, the former leader of the team in the open space, stopped the entire training.

Yang Zi put down the training bamboo sword in his hand, tucked it on his left waist, and then turned around and said.

"Recently, there will be a lot of new members to join us in the morning exercises, and I will teach my younger students every day after taking everyone to complete the basic regular training...... Forehead...... Some kendo swordsmanship training movements for the new members. ”

Yang Zi said in a loud voice.

When she was talking about her younger brothers and sisters, she saw Lin Jian in the crowd, and then immediately changed her words.

Although Lin Jian is a new member, she is not a younger student.

"The movements I teach are nothing more than a few old ones, and my brothers and sisters who don't want to relive them are practicing freely here. Other students, come with me, let's go to the clearing. ”

After Yang Zi finished speaking, he took a group of people to a vacant lot next to him.

Lin Jian saw that except for the eleven or twelve old members who chose to stay where they were, everyone else followed.

Between the clearing and the clearing are the school's lawns, flower beds, and woods.

The distance between the two clearings is very close.

However, when Lin Jian was walking forward with the team, there were still a few juniors who had seen his training movements behind him just now who came up to inquire about his name.

"Senior, do I know your name......

Lin Jian walked in the team, and at this moment he had begun to attract the attention of many people.

"Well, I'm Lin Jian. ”

"The senior's movements feel so standard, and it's a completely different feeling from everyone......

"Yes......"

Lin Jian indifferently coped with the questions of these children in the first and second years of high school, and seemed to be asking questions like elementary school girls.

After a few steps, Yang Zi in front of him had stopped.

Lin Jian saw Yang Zi and Luo Sisi in front of him, and they all turned their heads to look in his direction.

"I'll teach you to hold a sword pile first, this is the characteristic basic skill of our Morning Sword Society, which I learned from an old general of the Windwalker who retired from the Snowy Military Department. ”

Yang Zi's gaze looked at Lin Jian, as if it was no different from looking at others, but Lin Jian could feel that Yang Zi's gaze lingered in his direction for a while.

"This standing posture is used to replace the basic sword holding posture of kendo training, which can more effectively train everyone's waist and abdominal strength, as well as the feeling of kendo swordsmanship. ”

"The biggest difference between this pose and the general sword-holding pose is that it is not a static stake position, but is in a state similar to jumping......

"I'll find a classmate to fight with me, and everyone will be able to feel the difference......

Yang Zi began to find a sparring partner in the crowd.

"President, I'll be your ...... companion"

The one-meter-nine sophomore boy suddenly took half a step forward, wanting to be a sparring partner in Yang Zi's professor pose.

"Zhao Gao, wait...... I'm going to find a new member this time......"

"Lin Jian, you come up?"

"Huh?"

Lin Jian was a little surprised.

However, he immediately accepted the request, "Good!"

Lin Jian took the black ancient sword to his left waist and walked up.

Lin Jian saw that the old students of the Morning Sword Club standing in the first and second rows all looked at him.

For them, they may have seen Lin Jian when they looked at Yang Zi and Luo Sisi some time ago, but today, it was the first time that they began to seriously look at Lin Jian.

Lin Jian saw Zhao Gaogao, who was originally in the first row, and his eyes were also glaring at him at this time, revealing doubts about Yang Zi's choice in his eyes.

"Yang Zi, I don't have a bamboo sword, this is a real sword. ”

Lin Jian walked to the front of the training team, and suddenly thought of a question, he raised the black ancient sword and gestured to the sword in his hand.

"Luo Sisi, lend me your bamboo sword. ”

Lin Jian didn't wait for Yang Zi to solve the problem for her, she directly thought of a way and borrowed a bamboo sword from Luo Sisi.

"Why are you carrying a real sword......

Yang Zi, like the people present, was a little surprised or speechless when he heard Lin Jian say that it was a real sword, "Okay, you use the bamboo sword to fight with me, everyone pay attention to my posture......"

Lin Jian, as the inheritor of Yang Yishan's memory, of course understood what Yang Zi meant, he and Yang Zi stood opposite each other, and then raised their swords and exchanged swords like the other party.

Lin Jian saw that Yang Zi held the end of the hilt of the sword with his left hand, the upper end of the hilt with his right hand, his feet were shoulder-width apart, the center of gravity of the whole person sank slightly, his elbows were bent and flexible, and the lower limbs of the whole person showed a state of ready to jump.

"Sword Pile ......"

Lin Jian immediately recalled this familiar posture of standing on the pile.

This was the old director of the welfare home, teaching the basic skills of the children in the welfare home who were willing to learn kendo swordsmanship.

Among the disciples of the old dean at the beginning, Yang Yishan and Yang Zi were the best trained, especially Yang Yishan, who could be said to be the most talented kendo genius born out of nowhere.

If Yang Yishan didn't drown, if he took the path of combining Windranger and Kendo, there was a high probability that he would be able to become a tenth-stage peak level existence of Windranger in this life.

Little Purple ...... Your sword-wielding stake hasn't really grasped the essence yet...... Let me show you how......

Lin Jian seemed to have an idea in his mind, which seemed like his own sudden thought, and it was like Yang Yishan's voice.

Lin Jian's originally casual eyes focused.

His eyebrows tightened slightly, Lin Jian looked at the front seriously, and the whole person was like Yang Zi, the opponent of the sword, and began to show a momentum of being ready to go.

However, Lin Jian's posture of standing on the pile is more natural, the amplitude is smaller, but it looks more integrated.

Lin Jian's whole body's dynamic posture seemed to be combined with breathing.

Then the breath seemed to merge with the sound of the wind and the feeling of the earth spinning.

The whole person only jumped in place slightly, but it showed a feeling that it could bring up the momentum of a stormy attack at any time.

Everyone present suddenly felt a sense of oppression inexplicably.

It's like being in an animal's instinctive premonition of an unknown and powerful threat.

Lin Jian looked at the eyes in front of him and swept Yang Zi's eyes.

Yang Zi also seemed to feel this oppressive feeling, like facing a powerful animal.

When Lin Jian's eyes swept over her, her sword was subconsciously stirred.

Yang Zi directly used his sword to flick Lin Jian's sword, and the whole person's sword moved with him, stabbing in the direction of Lin Jian!