After Dugu was defeated without a trace, rumors of lonely cheats circulated on the rivers and lakes, and countless people in the rivers and lakes flocked to find the cheats of Dugu.

After another hundred years, a person who claimed to be a lonely descendant appeared, carrying a heavy sword and sweeping thousands of troops, but after all, he could not reproduce the demeanor of Dugu when he sought defeat.

Until thousands of years have passed, Dugu's defeat is still famous in the rivers and lakes, and is remembered by countless masters of the rivers and lakes.

"In short, Dugu seeking defeat is the originator of the use of heavy swords." The old ghost looked very admiring, and it could be seen that he was very respectful and respectful of Dugu's defeat, "I also came into contact with the heavy sword by chance, and obtained some relics left by Dugu's predecessors. It's just the tip of the iceberg, but for me, it's a surprising benefit. ”

"You're lucky to have met me. I see that you have good qualifications, and you have helped me refine such a heavy sword, hehe, I will teach you all the bits and pieces of heavy sword tips I have obtained. The old ghost said.

When Yang Qian heard this, he couldn't help but gasp.

The name of Dugu seeking defeat, Yang Qian had vaguely heard his father mention it when he was in the Divine Pavilion before, but he didn't know that he was such a strong person.

I didn't know that he was the originator of the heavy sword.

"The use of epee requires extremely high physical fitness. If the physical fitness is not good, and you use a heavy sword to fight people, you can only kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800, and the gains outweigh the losses. The old ghost said.

Yang Qian nodded. The old ghost has a point.

In fact, it is not only the cultivation of the heavy sword that has extremely high requirements for the body, but also the cultivation itself, and it is much easier to cultivate with a strong physique.

"I understand." Yang Qian replied.

"It's good to understand," the old ghost looked at Yang Qian, "I'm afraid that if you don't understand, you won't be able to persevere in the next physical training." ”

"In fact, it is not so difficult to learn to use epee, the difficult thing is the training of physique and strength, so in the next period of time, be mentally prepared." The old ghost didn't look like he was joking.

"Yes. Let's go. Yang Qian's expression was solemn.

"Hmm." The old ghost nodded.

The old ghost pulled out the magic iron heavy sword that was inserted into the ground, and smashed it in front of Yang Qian with a bang, so frightened that Yang Qian jumped out of two steps to dodge.

The old ghost's move can surprise Yang Qian a lot.

Shocked, a cold sweat broke down his spine.

If this is hit, it is estimated that it will directly become meat sauce.

"Your first task is to carry this sword and run." The old ghost's eyes flashed, and he said it lightly.

But Yang Qian's eyes widened in shock.

This heavy sword weighs a thousand pounds, and it is easy to carry, but to carry it and run, it is not a joke.

"During the practice, I will try to suppress the spiritual power in your body."

The old ghost's voice once again exploded in Yang Qian's ears like a thunderbolt.

Yang Qian's heart slammed to the bottom.

With Yang Qian's current cultivation, it is already very difficult to carry that big sword, and now the old ghost head still has to suppress his cultivation, so how can he play?

Yang Qian almost saw his miserable and embarrassed appearance.

Although there was some resistance in his heart, Yang Qian gritted his teeth and nodded.

He can't run away, he can only face it.

Because he understands that any strong person is not as relaxed as he seems on the surface. Before they became strong, the hardships they endured, the efforts they put in, and the pain they endured, were beyond his imagination.

If you want to become a strong person, you must bear the pain that ordinary people can't bear, and pay more than ordinary people.

"Let's get started now." After that, the old ghost's figure flashed, and he didn't see how he moved, and at the front of the courtyard, there was an extra deck of recliners.

The old ghost head lay down very comfortably, basking in the warm sun, and soon heard the sound of snoring like thunder.

Yang Qian glanced at the old ghost, then at the heavy sword lying in front of him, and smiled bitterly.

"Heavy sword, heavy sword, let me conquer you." Yang Qian's face was straight, he stepped away, bent over, grabbed the hilt of the heavy sword with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body was running to the limit, and he began to try to lift the heavy sword.

"Up!"

Yang Qian let out a loud shout, but the first time he only raised the sword body halfway, the tip of the sword was still on the ground, and it couldn't get out of the ground at all.

The huge weight made Yang Qian's hands tremble.

After persisting for a few seconds, Yang Qian finally reached his limit.

I only heard a bang, and half of the sword body that was finally lifted smashed to the ground with a bang, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"It's not enough." Yang Qian smiled bitterly.

After adjusting for a while, Yang Qian leaned over again, holding the hilt of his sword.

"Up!"

This time, Yang Qian's strength exploded in a concentrated manner, and Shengsheng completely raised his long sword.

It only lasted less than a second, and the heavy sword landed again.

Twice in a row, Yang Qian already felt the muscles in his arm aching, and the muscles in both arms were trembling and contracting. It is enough to see what a burden this heavy sword has caused to Yang Qian.

Although it was only twice, Yang Qian's forehead was already dripping with sweat the size of a bean, and he was out of breath.

", this sword is only a thousand catties, how do you feel that it is heavier than ten thousand catties." Yang Qian stared at the heavy sword, extremely surprised in his heart.

However, at this moment, the old ghost who had already fallen asleep suddenly spoke: "Don't be surprised, this heavy sword is indeed a thousand catties of weight, with your martial master's sevenfold cultivation, it is indeed not difficult to carry this heavy sword." But since you were locked in the magic coffin last night, your cultivation has been suppressed, plus this morning's hot spring bath, hehe, the cultivation you can use is only a martial artist at most. ”

The old ghost dragged out his voice for a long time.

But after the last minion fell, it was replaced by thunderous snoring.

"That's too fast." Yang Qian muttered in his heart.

He even had the illusion that an old ghost was talking in his sleep.

However, hearing the old bones' words, Yang Qian suddenly felt much more relaxed.

It turns out that his cultivation has long been manipulated by the old ghost, no wonder he always feels a little powerless.

"Come again!"

Yang Qian's expression was solemn, and he fought with the heavy sword again.

Twice, twenty, fifty...... 300 ......

Yang Qian didn't know how many times he had repeated the action of lifting his sword and releasing it. The sun moved from east to west, staining the western sky red.

Yang Qian has been practicing for a day.

There were countless times in the middle of the way, Yang Qian was tired and lay on the ground, his physical strength had reached the limit, and he didn't know how many times his spiritual power had been exhausted.

Very hard.

But the hard work paid off, and at the end of the day, Yang Qian also had no difficulty even lifting the sword at the beginning, to the point of carrying the heavy sword on his shoulders.

Although I can't walk with a sword yet, I have taken a big step forward to be able to carry it.

Rumble!

Yang Qian struggled to carry the heavy sword on his shoulder, but just as the heavy sword was put on his shoulder, Yang Qian's body shook violently. He's really reached the limit of his body now.

Rumble!

After a few shakes of his body, Yang Qian fell to the ground with the heavy sword, unable to move.

This loud bang woke up the old ghost who was sleeping soundly.

The old ghost reluctantly opened his eyes, and when he saw Yang Qian lying on the ground tiredly, Fang slowly stretched his waist, and then his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Yang Qian. took Yang Qian captive, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and threw Yang Qian directly into the well.