Nothing to say for a night.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Cheng Yiming and Xiaofeng trotted along the riverside road until they reached the open field in the suburbs.

Compared with Huang Hongwei and Liu Ye, Xiaofeng is not only very persistent, but also has a very high level of understanding and makes rapid progress. After teaching him some basic things, Cheng Yiming turned around and came to the depths of the wasteland, facing the cold breeze of the early morning, picked up a dry branch casually, and began to practice.

The sword is in the hand, but also in the heart, everywhere in the mind, the sword has floated out.

'Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light. After a long time, he slowly regained his momentum, sat down on the ground, and began to practice the heart refining technique again.

At first, he only thought that refining the heart was an internal skill for cultivating qi and cultivating the body. After long-term and uninterrupted practice, there are indeed many benefits, such as memory, vision, hearing, perception and other abilities.

And slowly, he could feel that there was a warm air flow in his body, slowly circulating around him.

I just want to perceive and guide this mysterious essence more deeply, but I always seem to be hindered by some inexplicable power.

Not to mention practicing the heart technique, it is extremely difficult to just settle down and let yourself enter that subtle state of emptiness.

In the past ten days, the warm current of comfort and wonder has been significantly stronger than before, and he can try to guide it little by little, slowly with his own mind. And the mysterious obstacles that were there before seem to have disappeared all of a sudden.

Even so, it is extremely difficult to follow the heart to guide this air flow, and if there is a slight difference, this warm current that can be comforting will be like a naughty child scurrying in the meridians, and at the same time, the body is like thousands of ants eating and biting together, and the pain is unbearable.

Several times he even had the idea of giving up, but in the end he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The winter sun is late, lazily shining on this quiet field.

At this time, Cheng Yiming's whole body trembled slightly, his teeth were clenched, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to slide down his somewhat pale cheeks, falling to the ground drop by drop.

Finally, under the guidance and control of the mind and thoughts, this qi slowly flowed down the meridians for a week. At this time, he could not only feel the unprecedented comfort brought by this air flow, but he could even clearly feel the subtleties of the meridians in his body.

Call!

He let out a long breath, his limbs were surprisingly comfortable, and he felt a vigorous strength all over his body.

When I opened my eyes, the gentle sunlight was already shining in the air.

"Master, you just ...... You okay? ”

Xiao Feng also sat cross-legged opposite Cheng Yiming at some point, and saw that Cheng Yiming finally opened his eyes, and felt a lot more relieved, but he still asked with a little eagerness on his face.

Cheng Yiming stood up, stretched, and said, "It's okay, what time will it be?" ”

Xiaofeng said: "It's past nine o'clock, and after practicing heartily just now, I will feel a lot more comfortable all over my body." ”

"Let's go, the semi-finals are about to begin! You should work on the basics now, and I'll teach you the mind after a while. ”

"Mind? Jiuyang Sutra? ”……

Enter the game, exactly 9:50.

Ten minutes before leaving the game, Fang Zhengdong, Huang Hongwei, Zhan Tian and others gathered on the viewing platform, and Huang Hongwei and Zhan Tian even pulled up a banner. The list of semi-finals has been released, namely: Song of the Wind - Thousands of Miles Without Staying, Xuanxuan - Little Hunter, Chang Wuxian - Leaves in the Wind, Desert Wenchen - Tianao Feiyun.

The atmosphere in the stadium was high, and the shouts were endless; The spontaneous bets and guesses of various players outside the field are in full swing.

"Lao Cheng, you're finally here, thank you for waiting for the flowers!"

Huang Hongwei saw Cheng Yiming going online, and grinned: "Lao Guo and I have pressed our family backgrounds, and success or failure is here!" ”

Cheng Yiming smiled: "What if I lose?" ”

Huang Hongwei exclaimed: "Then I will definitely be sluggish from now on, and I will play unintentionally......"

Xiaofeng quipped: "Look at your appearance, if someone gives you 10 million to let you eat a piece of, will you eat it?" ”

"Can I eat him poor, believe it or not?"

The rabbit pulled Hongyan's arm and pouted, "It's disgusting, the two of them!" ”

"Hahaha!"

At this time, the entire arena was playing over and over again about the semi-finals and tips.

Cheng Yiming held the Qingying Sword in his hand, looking at the tens of thousands of spectators bustling in the venue, and his heart was surprisingly quiet.

I saw the four major competition venues rising from the ground, slowly rotating, two by two into one, one east and one west, the momentum is like a rainbow. The semi-finals are divided into four games, and the method of winning or losing is still adopted, and the two games are played at the same time.

The countdown sounded in his ears, and Cheng Yiming simply closed his eyes slowly.

Everything around seemed to have suddenly calmed down.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already teleported to the arena.

Standing opposite him is Tianao Feiyun, who has been strong since the launch of the "First Era".

About this person, Cheng Yiming had heard of it before, especially in the game "Fantasy", this person sprung up in the middle of the game, and in a short period of time, the momentum approached the number one force in the game at that time, but then he didn't know what the reason was, and suddenly disappeared, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

In "The First Age", this person not only has strong personal strength, but the hero club he established single-handedly is even more powerful, and his comprehensive strength ranks among the top five gangs. And this person, as far as Cheng Yiming knows, attaches great importance to righteousness, has both the calmness of the song of the wind and the old way of asking the sword, and is indeed a rare good opponent.

Time passed minute by minute, and inside and outside the field, it was surprisingly quiet.

Tianao Feiyun is also unusually quiet, after the Song of the Wind transferred to the hidden professional Demon Sword Spirit, he firmly sat on the throne of the first person in the Berserker class. I saw that he was dressed in silver-white armor, wearing a dragon-patterned battle helmet and a brocade cloak, majestic and majestic; In those micron eyes, there was an imperceptible fanaticism and confidence, and the long sword in his hand was all red, echoing the blue blue sword in Cheng Yiming's hand, one red and one green.

The countdown ended, and the two moved at the same time.

'Patrol for the Heavens', 'Crazy World'! I saw that Tianao Feiyun was like a galloping wind, like a galloping horse, and a little bit down, and two super moves were overwhelmingly crushed in the process. Contrary to the normal state of Berserker singles, his body is like a vigorous cheetah, dodging and bullying in the frenzied and violent group of laws, and at the same time, the war roars and whirlwinds are slashed in one go.

The roaring and gorgeous group of laws is like a thousand cranes singing together, and ten thousand fires are blooming together, and the momentum is extremely terrifying.

Berserker vs. Ranger, close quarters is king, this is the consensus of almost all players. Tianao Feiyun is no exception, starting with a trick to press the bottom of the box, the purpose is to force Cheng Yiming into a desperate situation and not give him the slightest respite.

He knew that this Mo Wenchen, as a ranger, his melee strength was not weak, but he believed in himself more, and believed in the red flame in his hands even more.

After all, the other party is a ranger, and he is good at it, after all, it is long-range.

The shadow of the sword flew and roared.

Everything only happened in an instant, and the players outside the arena were even dazzled by the brilliant super ultimate, and few people could even see clearly how Tianao Feiyun completed this series of unimaginable attack combos.

Fast!

Absolutely fast! At this time, he has almost brought his strength to the peak, and the fit of the game and the latency ratio seem to have already been integrated with him. Even many people have already decided in their hearts that Tianao Feiyun is definitely the leader of this game.

Because at this time, he exuded an unprecedented self-confidence.

Confident people always have an indescribable charm.

Some people say, 'The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable'!

Is it true that when a person's martial arts are almost to the extreme, he is really invincible in the world?

Probably not.

But since ancient times, fast, is definitely an advantage.

There were constant exclamations from the sidelines.

Song of the Wind sat quietly on the viewing platform, with a bit of solemnity in his sharp eyes. Maybe others can't see the 'fast' of Tianao Feiyun, but he can see it clearly. Because others see with their eyes, but he sees with his heart.

Tianao Feiyun's body technique is indeed perfect, and even the song of the wind can't help but be moved.

At this time, the Song of the Wind did not pay attention to Tianao Feiyun at all.

His attention, from beginning to end, has always been rigidly placed in a corner of the arena, a place that seems to have long been forgotten by everyone.

In that place, there was a figure that might not be very inconspicuous.

That figure was like an ordinary rock under the raging waves.

The ordinary ones have even been forgotten by everyone.

But the song of the wind seemed to be able to feel that inconspicuous figure, faintly emitting an unsettling coercion.

I saw him caressing the Shadowless Sword in his hand and muttering to himself: "I can't imagine that his heart refining technique, in such a short period of time, will be refined again!" ”

"Finals? I'm looking forward to it more and more! ”