Chang Lang had just come back from Elder Chen, thinking that he would be going to participate in the morning training in a few days, so he turned around and walked towards the Armory Hall, and it didn't take long for Chang Lang to come to the Armory Hall, and he saw that there was no one in the deserted room, Chang Lang was not surprised, after all, a sword can be used for a long time, unless a new disciple joins or a disciple will come back from going out, basically no one else comes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chang Lang walked into the house and saw that there was no one inside, so he said loudly, "Is Elder Yue here?"

"Here, stop arguing." I saw an eight-foot-tall man come out of the room, and the big man looked Chang Lang up and down.

Chang Lang said respectfully, "Elder Yue, the disciple has come to receive the sect long sword."

Elder Yue looked at Chang Lang with a hint of interest, and said, "Your kid is the new disciple who joined, I heard that your talent is very good, Lao Zheng told me, he only used the phantom sword technique twice, and you learned it, and there is a set of normal speed of Lao Zheng."

Chang Lang said with a smile on his face: "It's a fluke, it's just a fluke."

Elder Yue rolled his eyes, "Luck, why didn't others learn it by luck." Everyone else watched it with you, how could you not have learned, young man, don't pretend to be forced. ”

Chang Lang lowered his head and said humbly: "Elder Yue, Elder Zheng is too much to praise the kid."

"Okay, don't be modest, you're here to get the sword today, wait, I'll get one for you." Elder Yue waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the house.

After a while, Elder Yue took out a standard long sword of the Huashan faction and handed it to Chang Lang, Chang Lang took the sword, pulled it out, and turned it upside down, feeling that it was not as heavy as his own sword, and he didn't care, after all, the sword was light and agile, and the knife was heavy. After taking a closer look, he found that his sword was better than that of ordinary disciples, and it was estimated that this was called by Elder Zheng, so he didn't care, so he got up and said goodbye to Elder Yue.

After a few days, the Changlang meridians were finally repaired, but the meridians were a little fragile and needed to be constantly warmed with internal force, but the simple operation of internal strength could already be done.

Early in the morning, Chang Lang got up and walked towards the martial arts platform, and saw that the disciples were all gathered together in twos and threes and walked towards the martial arts platform, but he didn't care, and walked briskly alone.

Chang Lang came to the martial arts platform, and saw that the disciples did not come to the whole, so he randomly found a corner and began to master the swordsmanship, although the Huashan swordsmanship is the entry swordsmanship of Huashan, but after so many years of evolution, although the swordsmanship is simple, but after being used to be proficient, the power is also relatively large.

When Chang Lang was familiar with swordsmanship, Elder Zheng, who was in charge of teaching martial arts, also came, and seeing that Chang Lang was familiar with martial arts, he nodded with a smile, and began to arrange for morning training.

Chang Lang saw that the other disciples had begun to line up, Chang Lang didn't know how he should stand in line, so he didn't move, and continued to stay in his corner, waiting for the start of the morning training.

The Huashan disciples often trained, and after a while, they had already lined up the team, and they did not show any panic. Chang Lang guessed that he should have learned from the army, and he should have a little shadow of the army in this team.

The disciples stood in line, and began to train, Chang Lang also began to train with the general flow, and it didn't take long for Chang Lang to find that although his swordsmanship was the same as that of other disciples, he might be a little more proficient than them, but the power was far from comparable, for example, if Chang Lang's swordsmanship was a pistol, then the swordsmanship of other disciples was a submachine gun.

While practicing swordsmanship, Chang Lang carefully observed his surroundings, and his heart was full of resentment towards Elder Chen, who should guide him.

"Ahh I don't know who's talking about me. Looking at the breakfast that was sneezed in front of him, Elder Chen was not interested in continuing to eat, so he hastily accepted it and got up to make tea.

Chang Lang saw that when the disciples around him were using swordsmanship, the swordsmanship was always three points faster than himself, Chang Lang didn't know if this was the effect of internal strength, so he began to carefully operate the internal force, and carefully operated along the meridians of Huashan's internal strength. After running the internal force, Huashan swordsmanship was really three points faster. Chang Lang couldn't help but suddenly realize, and couldn't help but think of how he didn't think of it when he practiced before. It's just that although Chang Lang has learned the sword technique before, the internal strength is not matching, the only internal strength and martial arts are matched, and there is a qi route on the martial arts, so Chang Lang has not found it.

Chang Lang couldn't help but wonder if his Blood Knife Heart Sutra and Hell Dementor Knife would be like this, and suppressed the urge in his heart to test it, Chang Lang calmed down and practiced Huashan Sword Technique.

Seeing that Chang Lang's swordsmanship was weak at the beginning, but it quickly changed, Elder Zheng thought that Chang Lang was just unfamiliar with swordsmanship, and he didn't care about this detail.

Chang Lang followed them to practice Huashan swordsmanship a few times, and felt that it was not as easy as the sword, and sighed in his heart: "I'm really not suitable for walking the rivers and lakes, when I used to read novels, I felt that basically the famous ones are sword-making, and most of the people who show up are sword-wielding, hey." Chang Lang unconsciously thought crookedly.

After practicing the swordsmanship, Chang Lang followed the crowd and followed the disciples to have breakfast, then returned to the house, thinking: "The life of the ancients is really simple, you can chat and fight when you were okay before, but now you have nothing to do." Chang Lang let out a sigh, thinking about his thoughts in the morning, and sneaked out of the room and walked towards the valley he found. Chang Lang smiled and greeted the disciples he met on the road, while walking towards the mountain, gradually there were fewer people, Chang Lang looked around, and saw that no one was around, so he set aside the tree that was used to bury the entrance to the valley last time, flashed inside, and re-built the tree, Chang Lang walked quickly inside, and saw that there was still no one inside, Chang Lang sighed. It's a great place. ’

Chang Lang fished out the knife he had put in it from the waterhole, put the sword in his hand on the ground, and began to use the knife technique, running the internal qi with the knife technique, sure enough, the knife technique was powerful, a cyan figure in the valley rotated from time to time, and the surrounding silver rays flashed from time to time, and suddenly Chang Lang shouted angrily, and the knife in his hand slashed towards the waterhole, only to see the waterhole boom, and it exploded all of a sudden.

Chang Lang gasped, looked at the scene he had created, and nodded with satisfaction. I thought to myself, 'It's just that the loss of this internal force is a bit large, with my strength, I can only make one move, after one move, I have no strength, and I can only use it when the internal force is high in the future.' ’