"Do you need tea, coffee or other drinks. ”

"Give me a glass of boiled water, thank you!"

"You're welcome!" the waitress smiled and quickly handed over water.

He leaned back on the sofa, picked up the cup and took a sip, while looking at the environment here, he sighed in his heart, the martial arts test is different. Like when I went to take the apprenticeship exam before, how could there be such a good treatment, early in the morning, you had to go to the queue to sign up.

And now, you don't have to do it yourself at all, it's completely VIP treatment.

After sitting for about three minutes, the previous staff member walked over quickly: "Hello, the formalities have been completed, your physical fitness assessment will be at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, the location is also here, I don't know if there is a problem? If it doesn't work tomorrow, it can only be about half a month later." ”

"No problem!" Chen Shouyi nodded and said.

The martial arts assessment is not like the apprentice assessment, it is divided into two exams, one is the physical fitness assessment, and the test is whether all aspects of physical fitness have reached the standard. When the physical fitness assessment is passed, the actual combat assessment will be carried out, and the space channel will generally be entered to complete some specific tasks, and the evaluation will be carried out according to the completion of the task.

He took his ID card and apprenticeship certificate and walked out of the building.

The sunlight above his head was a little dazzling, exuding a colorful halo through his eyelashes, looking at the crowd of people coming and going on the street, Chen Shouyi paused and walked into a cold weapon shop opened near the martial arts assessment center.

Instead of looking at the real guys in the counter that shimmered in the light, he walked over to the wooden swords for practice on the shelves at the door, picking and choosing.

He weighed the weight of each one, and it didn't take long to pick a handful.

"How much does this practice sword cost?"

"It's made of hardwood from another world, and it's hard and heavy, comparable to steel, so it's expensive. A waiter introduced.

"How much?"

"One thousand two!"

Chen Shouyi finished paying the money and walked out of the cold weapon shop.

He rubbed his fingers on the rough-textured hilt of the sword, wandering the streets looking for it, and suddenly found that he could not find a place to practice his sword.

The big city is too noisy, full of people, and there is no place for him to be clean.

And the hotel room is too small, if you let go of your hands and feet to practice, with the speed of the sword that he can burst out at the speed of sound, not to mention disturbing the people, he will lose a lot of money after practice.

It's not that he's nervous about tomorrow's assessment, there's nothing to be nervous about.

He now has 13.3 strength and agility.

If the strength is roughly expressed in data, it is already 380 kilograms, far exceeding the 300 kilograms of the standard line of martial artists.

And the agility that is more difficult for a martial artist to improve will only increase even more, compared to the reaction speed of the man in black he killed not long ago when he was fighting, his reaction was about thirty percent faster than him at the beginning, and now, it is close to forty percent.

Considering that the other party is already a martial artist, his agility must exceed the standard of a martial artist, which means that his neural reaction speed is likely to be about fifty percent faster than the standard line of a martial artist.

That's a whole little taller.

The speed of nerve reaction is an attribute that can best reflect combat effectiveness.

For the battle of life and death, when the reaction speed gap reaches the level of fifty percent, no matter how rich the opponent's combat experience is, no matter how subtle and comfortable the opponent's muscle control is, it only takes a face, and before the opponent can react, he will be killed in seconds.

His actual combat strength has long surpassed those young warriors.

......

He wanted to practice swords, but simply swordsmanship.

Since the loss of the space channel, he has been hiding, and every day he holds a sword in the bedroom to carefully experience the power of grinding muscles, so that the muscles can remember the various ways of exerting force little by little, forming instincts.

Of course, the effect of this kind of simmering is also good, for example, his swordsmanship has improved by three points in a short period of time.

But decoction also needs to be both civil and military, and sword practice also requires a combination of movement and static.

All the polishing is for a momentary explosion and explosion.

......

He searched for a long time, and suddenly found a place where he could practice his sword, which was an old house located in an alley.

The house looked very old, the marble walls were covered with creepers, and the rusty iron door at the door was wrapped around a few large locks that were also rusty.

Through the cracks in the iron gate, you can see that the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the gate is rotten into tattered wooden planks, apparently uninhabited for a long time.

It's just that Chen Shouyi is a little puzzled, how can this small three-story building in the downtown area be abandoned like this, and it is a lot of income to rent it out with a little decoration.

It's none of his business, though.

This is just the right place for him to practice his sword.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one on the left and right, he jumped lightly and jumped over the wall.

Grassy rockeries, dry pools, and mossy animal sculptures show that the original owner was obviously a wealthy man, and of course, even now, the house is worth a lot of money.

But that's his business.

He put the briefcase in the corner, first practiced a set of 36 exercises to open his body, and immediately began to practice his sword.

He closed his eyes and thought of the man in black as an imaginary enemy.

With a hand, he stabbed out a high-speed stabbing sword, and then took a light step, instantly spanning four or five meters away, holding the sword and slashing horizontally.

No way.

It's too weak.

The strength of the men in black must be strengthened.

......

The wind began to blow around, and a figure moved quickly in the wind, sometimes stabbing a sonic boom, sometimes slashing a sword light, and the nearby weeds fell in all directions, and smoke and dust flew.

A hanging branch, swaying, was swept by the sword light in the next moment, and it became bare in an instant, and the leaves had been crushed by the strong wind.

"Bang bang, is anyone inside?" Ten minutes later, Chen Shouyi suddenly heard an old woman's voice.

He immediately stopped.

"Grandma, what's the matter?" Chen Shouyi walked to the door.

The old man was already very old, his face was already full of ravines, and his eyes were a little cloudy, she stared at Chen Shouyi directly, and said in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing here?

"Grandma, what's wrong, I see that this place is relatively quiet, and I want to practice swords, can't I come here?"

"This is a haunted house, I don't know how many people have died in it over the years, and you still come here, you don't want to die. ”

"Grandma, it's okay, I'm not afraid of ghosts. Chen Shouyi smiled and said. I can't help but know in my heart, no wonder, it always feels a little cold here, there is a kind of gloomy meaning.

But the ghosts on the earth, no matter how strong they are, how strong can they be.