By the time he walked to the martial arts forest, the sunlight was already approaching, and the shadow on the ground, which had been stretched lengthy, was only a short and rapid section, followed by the fragrance and coolness of the forest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cicadas chirped and were full of life, and Jingyang's figure also looked a little taller.

The name of the Nine Swords Gate is always unreasonable, Jiannan was originally a mountain forest, not a plain, and Xiwulin was a huge area with a courtyard wall made of bluestone several zhang high, and it was not a forest.

A hidden rune gate separates the inside and the outside. Jingyang took out his wooden card and put it on the stone platform in front of the door, and only then did he let the rune lock untie it, and then he could push the door in.

Stepping into it, there are compartments separated by the courtyard wall again, like a single inn room in the market, the difference is that these compartments are very huge, each compartment is marked with different words and patterns on the outside, think about it to know that the role of each compartment is also different.

An old man wearing a sect robe, four sword patterns on his body, and a thin face saw Jingyang walk in, so he took the scroll into his arms and said to Jingyang: "The first time you came? ”

This old man should be the caretaker here. Jingyang looked at the old man respectfully and said, "Yes, lecturer." ”

The old man looked very gentle and said, "Let me introduce you, this is the martial arts practice of the Nine Swords Sect, and it is a place where ordinary beginner disciples will come to train." ”

As he spoke, the old man walked slowly with his hunchback hooked, like a snail crawling forward slowly with his shell on his back. Jingyang nodded and respectfully followed behind him.

"Even if you become a Yuan Master, you have abundant vitality in your body and can exert infinite strength, but you still have extremely high requirements for your skills. The function of this martial arts practice is to improve the skills of the disciples. The old man stopped outside the room, his eyes mixed with a hoarse voice and then the sun fell on Jingyang's beautiful face.

Jingyang looked at the sign outside the compartment, which read: Disease.

"Is this speed?" Jingyang asked.

The old man nodded, his long white beard dancing in the wind like a defeated wrinkle, and said, "There are five kinds of compartments here, such as disease, response, sensitivity, power, and war, and each compartment has five each. ”

Illness is speed, reaction and perception, power should be its own pure damage, sensitivity is agility, Jingyang probably understands the different functions of these different compartments. These compartments are indeed a good place for training, and the degree of liberalization here is less than the freedom of the training ground, but the special practice is also particularly prominent.

"These compartments are called Xi rooms." The old man threw out the uniform names of these compartments.

Jing Yang nodded thoughtfully, did not rush in impatiently, but pointed to a hillside surrounded by a tall courtyard wall, the hillside is also surrounded by a courtyard wall, and the reason for the rune array makes it difficult to see the appearance inside, and said: "This compartment is very special, what is it?" ”

The old man glanced at his hand and said, "This is 'unification'." ”

As the name suggests, Jingyang knows that this practice should be the unity of all the practices, a practice room for various ability tests and exercises.

"Thank you, sir." With a preliminary understanding of Xi Jian, Jingyang said gratefully to the old man.

The old man shook his head and said, "Yes, the level of practice in it is formulated according to your own choice, and the credits obtained through different levels of practice are also different. ”

Jing Yang nodded, the reason why he couldn't get credit after repeating the exercises he had passed was very simple, he thought it should be that he was worried that some disciples would earn credit repeatedly through this method.

"If someone is practicing in the compartment, the sign on the outside will glow, and if not, it proves that there is no one inside."

"Okay." Jing Yang nodded, raising his eyes and scanning the uniform gray words of the sixteen huge compartments. At this time, the disciples were all practicing classes, and he was the only one among the disciples of the entire martial arts practice.

"That's all I can say, and you'll find out for yourself." When the old man had finished speaking, he took out the scroll from his bosom and walked towards the place where he had come.

Jing Yang glanced at the back of the old man leaving, nodded gratefully, and then stared at the sick word practice room in front of him.

Jingyang took the wooden card out of his arms and pressed it on a groove on the door, the originally incomplete rune array was suddenly complete, and with the injection of a trace of his vitality, the word instantly lit up with an emerald green light.

In Jingyang's wooden flute, the stone door slowly pushed back to both sides, and as he accepted the wooden sign and stepped into it, the stone door slowly closed again.

The inside is about three zhang high, and then there is a long walkway thirty zhang long, the walls on both sides are not decorated at all, and the ground is also the stone platform of Yellowstone. There is a stone wall at the other end of the walkway, and this is where the end ends.

Beneath his feet was an ordinary black rock face, and about two feet in front of him was the Yellowstone floor, where the intersection of two completely different stone floors formed a clear line, and I think that this was where the practice officially began.

Next to that handover line, there were five half-human-high stone pillars side by side against the wall, Jingyang walked to the side curiously, the top of each stone pillar was engraved with deep numbers, respectively, one, two, three, four, five, and the rune patterns on the stone pillars were also complicated with the increase of numbers.

"The complexity should be the difficulty of the test, and the higher the number, the more difficult the test will be?" The old man didn't introduce this, but it didn't seem so hard to speculate.

Jingyang slowly touched the No. 1 stone pillar, and the stone pillar slowly shrank into the ground like a turtle's head retracted into a shell, and a deep and complex sound of machine springs came from every corner of the back compartment.

Finally, there was a hum, and the stone wall at the end of the aisle suddenly lit up.

Then there was another bang, and Jingyang found that the stone wall behind him painted with a huge white crane was slowly moving towards him, and the black stone ground he could stand on was getting smaller and smaller.

And that's the beginning? Jingyang's eyes condensed, looked at the stone wall opposite, no longer hesitated, took a breath, and suddenly stepped on the ground, setting off a fierce wind like autumn, and swept towards the end.

As soon as he crossed the line between the floors, the stone wall behind him suddenly accelerated, mixed with the sound of machine spring chains, the friction of the stone door moving, and the sound of the wind galloping past Jing Yang's ears, poured into Jing Yang's ears.

Jingyang looked back, the speed of the stone wall gradually stabilized, but when it came to speed, it was still a little slower than himself, so the distance between himself and the stone wall gradually increased.

His steps were like the wind, like a bolt of lightning, and he rushed to the end in the blink of an eye, and his hand slapped on the stone face of the stone wall full of many complicated patterns, and the sound of the spring and chain suddenly stopped, and the galloping stone wall also stopped, and the noise that had been in his ears melted into the wall with his beat.

Jingyang gasped and looked back, because he was running with all his might, there were still a few beads of sweat oozing from his neck. When he looked at the stone face chasing him about five or six feet away from him, Jingyang couldn't help but smile.

I have to admit that this kind of exercise is really interesting, and I can't help but feel happy that I passed the first level test so easily.

The stone wall in front of him also had grooves, but the runes on the stone wall were completely different from the runes on the gate of the study room. Jingyang pressed the wooden card on it, and a red light flowed in the rune, and finally injected into the wooden card, and the wooden card also flashed a red light, and the attendance of thirty-three became thirty-eight.

"One level is five points? What are the five levels? Jing Yang thought to himself that now he is not only practicing, but also needs.

As he pondered, the stone wall that chased him slowly retreated, and the sound of Tatata's chains resounded again.

The wooden sign was simply placed in the recess of the wall, and he quickly returned to the starting point, and the No. 1 stone pillar retracted to the ground had been re-erected.

Jingyang was about to test No. 2, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on No. 5.

Every test is a drain of physical strength, and if you test and walk in turn, then it is estimated that you will not have the strength to pass the fifth test.

So he pressed his hand directly to the number five.

The fifth-sized pillar quickly retracted to the ground, and this time, without waiting for the stone wall to move towards him, Jingyang preemptively galloped forward.

When he tested the first level just now, because he had no experience, the stone wall moved towards him for a few breaths before he started running, so this time he galloped directly without making the slightest stop!

As his figure rushed across the handover line, there was a very dull rumbling sound, like a huge battleship, moving towards Jingyang!

It's more than a little bit faster than the No. 1 just now!

And the distance between Jingyang and this white crane stone wall is also shrinking rapidly!

Jingyang didn't dare to look back, the rumbling sound had already spread far and near, even the strong wind passing by his ears could not blow away the rumbling sound of the stone wall moving.

Jingyang gritted his teeth, it may be that this situation stimulated his potential, and he was a little faster than just now, but he only ran ten zhang, and the white crane stone wall hit his back, and the stone wall instantly stopped, and Jingyang's whole person also flew out three zhang away, rolling seven or eight times on the ground.

"Ahh A cry of pain came from his mouth.

"Big heart." Huang Xuemei stood beside the white-haired old lecturer who explained to Jingyang, looking at the picture in the light curtain and shaking her head.

The two of them were in a small hut in the corner of this huge martial arts practice.

The old man smiled and said, "It's already good to be able to run ten zhang." ”

Huang Xuemei shook her head and said, "I wish he could run past the fifth level, I always feel that it is dangerous for him to go to Hanyi, run faster, and have less trouble." ”

The old man said: "He is humble, why is he in trouble?" ”

Huang Xuemei glanced at this old man who had been in the martial arts practice for more than fifty years, shook her head and said, "Old Bai, you don't know, when he is humble, he is very humble, and when he is arrogant, even I am terrified. ”

The old man named Bai Lao closed the book in his hand and said, "Then accept him as a disciple, you have to worry about it." ”

Huang Xuemei nodded and said, "I don't know why, I always feel that he will face a lot of dangers when I go to Hanyi City this time." ”

Bai Lao looked absent-minded, shook the rocking chair he had made that was so old that the wood had cracks, and said, "Hanyi City, where is there anything that is not dangerous." ”

Huang Xuemei glanced at this careless old man, a little unhappy, thinking that she had the rest to do, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, it's really a waste of energy to talk to you all the time." ”