After a day's training, Lin Feng and his roommates walked into the familiar canteen and began to enjoy the comfort after exhaustion.

Watching his roommates gobble up, Lin Feng always felt that his appetite was not so good, and he seemed to be unable to keep up with their meals.

Lin Feng ...... How did you...... Eat so slowly?" said Gong Yichen, chewing the food in his mouth, looking at Lin Feng, who didn't want to eat.

"Well, maybe I haven't trained much, I'm not very hungry. Lin Feng sighed and said.

"Wow, we all trained basically all the way today, didn't you participate in the training?"

Lin Feng shook his head and continued:

"I talked to the teacher today, and tomorrow I will mainly learn swordsmanship. ”

"Swordsmanship? Isn't that a class for students who have sword telekinesis? What are you running there to fool in?"

Lin Feng put down the chopsticks in his hand, sighed heavily and said:

"Alas, it's not that I don't want to, my mental skills consume too much mental power, and if I don't learn something else, I can't keep up with everyone's progress at all. ”

"How big can it be, how much does it cost to put one, you won't do this in a day, right?" Wu Wei looked up at Lin Feng and said.

"If I release this one mental skill, it will consume all my current mental power. ”

"Poof...... Then you really have to learn something else, in case you can't hit this blow, won't it be useless on the battlefield? ”

"What about you, do you consume a lot of Yellow Diamond Mental Power?" Lin Feng asked Xiang Wu Wei.

Wu Wei thought for a moment and said:

"It's a lot of work, I probably use nearly half of my mental power. ”

After eating the last bit of food, Gong Yichen asked Lin Feng:

"Do you still eat steamed buns? It's a pity that you haven't touched either of you and poured them out. ”

Lin Feng shook his head and said:

"I can't eat it, so I can eat it if I want, as long as I don't dislike it. ”

Gong Yuchen's eyes lit up, and he picked up a steamed bun with chopsticks, and just as he was about to take away the second one, an obscene voice came from the side:

"Hey, hey, hey, happiness has to be shared with everyone......" A pair of chopsticks took away another steamed bun, and Gong Yichen looked up and saw that it was Jing Mo who was smiling treacherously on the side.

"Cheap, you! That was given to me by Lin Feng!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I don't care, what's yours is mine.

A few people made a fuss for a while and went back to the dormitory together.

Gong Yuchen asked the three of them:

"After graduation, did you join the military or join the organization?"

Lin Feng said that he could accept anything, but only the Ghost Mountain Yimeng refused.

Wu Wei thought for a while and said:

"The reputation of the Ghost Mountain Yimeng is indeed very stinky, and I won't go. ”

Jing Mo said: "Not only does it stink, I simply feel that the existence of this organization is very unreasonable, and the World Church does not care. ”

Lin Feng nodded and said, "Actually, I only have the urge to destroy them......

Before he finished speaking, Gong Yuchen covered Lin Feng's mouth: "Don't you want to live, don't say this kind of thing casually outside!"

When the four of them passed by the girls' dormitory building, they happened to meet Lin Qingyu, and Lin Feng said hello and continued to follow everyone.

Gong Yuchen let go of Lin Feng, bumped his elbow into him and said:

"What's the matter? You're not looking for your sister now?"

Lin Feng said lightly:

"Well, she hasn't paid much attention to me these days, maybe she's angry. ”

After saying this, the four of them walked into the dormitory building, and no one looked back to look at Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu stood stupidly, turned around and walked into the dormitory building, a smile on the corner of his mouth turned into an elusive expression in an instant, and the smile seemed to be self-deprecating and a little bitter.

On the second day, the training continued.

Lin Feng left the previous training ground and walked straight to the sword training ground.

The noise in his ears slowly appeared, many classmates were whispering something, Lin Feng listened carefully, although he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he vaguely felt that he definitely didn't say anything good.

Teacher Mandy hurriedly walked over and introduced to the surrounding students:

"This is Lin Feng, a student from the special training team, who will study and train swordsmanship with you in the near future. ”

Teacher Mandy said, and was just about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly thought of something and continued to say to everyone:

"After a while, there will be solo swordsmanship training, and you will draw lots to decide. ”

Lin Feng watched Teacher Mandy leave, facing the students who were full of sword memories, he found a clearing alone, and the moment he slowly pulled out Long Yue's sword, he glanced at Yi Pian Lu not far away.

But the road is really narrow, and I thought in my heart for a while that I must not draw her, and began to gesture against the stake.

The basic moves of "Qingyun Six Styles" are not difficult, although they are just some simple techniques, but Lin Feng did not feel the essence of them.

Although he had absorbed the strange cyan seal yesterday, until today, Lin Feng had not felt anything different from before.

The sword blade wanders, the moves are stiff, and the speed is not very fast.

Most of the students seem to be smooth in every move because they are sword objects, but in the face of this unfamiliar weapon, it is almost impossible to fit it completely.

There are no problems with piercing, slashing, and blocking, and there are no problems with cloud swords, picking swords, and sword flowers. Is it a problem that the sword is too slow? It doesn't seem to be.

The previous battle between the blue-headed wolf and the coachman gave Lin Feng a good reflexes and sword speed, but was the root cause of these? Lin Feng himself couldn't figure it out.

Most of the day passed, Lin Feng thought that his swordsmanship had not made any progress, and in great anxiety, Lin Feng drew a lot of lots and sat cross-legged under the actual combat table on the other side, and began to meditate frizzily.

On the stage, it was Yi Lianlu, who had just gone up, who was training in actual combat, and at the same time, another student also came to the stage, and the two bowed slightly, and the training was about to begin.

Suddenly, a boy next to him also sat beside Lin Feng, and a cool breeze came along the figure. The boy patted Lin Feng's shoulder and said with a smile:

"Why don't you practice? Is it a bottleneck?"

Lin Feng looked back at the boy, smiled and replied:

"I don't know if I've reached a bottleneck, I just don't think my swordsmanship has improved at all. ”

The boy stroked his hair and continued:

"I've just seen your techniques, and overall there are no problems, and many of them are my first time, but you know what, you have a big problem. ”

Lin Feng asked puzzledly:

"Huh, what's the big deal?"

"Maybe it's because you're not a sword, and your body and sword are always stiff, right?"

"What is the reason? Is it just because of the mind?"

The boy smiled and said:

"Of course not, you take a good look at the training of the two of them, look for the feeling, I believe you can find your own flaws by looking at them. ”