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Zhang Heng, who got up from the plank bed in the morning, washed up and ate some dry food he brought for breakfast, and then came to the door of Old Man Ge.

At this time, Old Man Ge was already waiting for him here, and when he saw Zhang Heng coming, he didn't speak, and walked directly in the direction of the back mountain.

Zhang Heng saw that Old Man Ge didn't speak, so he naturally didn't talk much, and he followed without saying a word.

After walking slowly for nearly an hour, I finally came to a small hidden valley, which was about the same size as two basketball courts combined.

However, the terrain is very flat, and there is a lot of training equipment on both sides, and there are also some weapons.

Old man Ge slowly walked into the valley, then pulled out an iron sword from the weapon rack on the left and waved it.

"Boy, come here, let me see how you are!"

Zhang Heng knew that Old Man Ge wanted to test his foundation and then teach him according to his aptitude, so he didn't hesitate, directly pulled out the iron sword that had been on his back, and slowly came to Old Man Ge.

"Boy, you attack me first, let me see your level."

Hearing this, Zhang Heng didn't have any extra movements and stepped forward directly to stab, Old Man Ge saw Zhang Heng stabbing him, the hand holding the sword flipped, and the sword body in his hand slapped downward, and suddenly Zhang Heng felt a strong force coming from his iron sword, and the iron sword couldn't hold it.

"Dangchang!"

Seeing the iron sword fall to the ground, and the tip of Old Man Ge's sword was also pointed at his throat, Zhang Heng was not much frustrated, if Old Man Ge couldn't even resist his own attack, then what else would he come to learn.

Turning around and picking up the iron sword on the ground, Zhang Heng stood up from scratch.

"Well, it's good, the strength is okay, okay, you're attacking me next, but I won't fight back this time."

Old man Ge touched his beard when he saw Zhang Heng's movements and said.

Similarly, Zhang Heng didn't talk nonsense, an arrow stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand swung towards Old Man Ge's neck, Old Man Ge didn't make any movement when he saw the long sword swinging, as if he was stupid, but until the blade was about to reach his skin, his figure seemed to flicker suddenly, and Zhang Heng's long sword obviously slashed through his neck but swung it empty, but Old Man Ge's feet did not move a little distance from beginning to end.

Seeing this kind of skill, Zhang Heng's eyes suddenly widened, in his feelings, Old Man Ge definitely did not use any magic or props or anything like that, but relied on his own speed to dodge, this ability can be done if Zhang Heng's body is done, but Zhang Heng's body is the body of an innate god, and Old Man Ge is just a stronger mortal.

Sure enough, Zhang Heng knew that there would be gains, and this kind of technical thing was exactly what Zhang Heng himself needed, so he had to master it well.

"Boy, what's the daze, hurry up, attack me again"

Seeing Zhang Heng standing still as if he was stunned, Old Man Ge was a little dissatisfied and shouted.

Zhang Heng, who was interrupted from his train of thought, was not dissatisfied, but attacked Old Ge again.

"Yes, that's all"

"Boy, you didn't eat enough in the morning."

"Pace, adjust your pace before attacking"

"Your sword has no strength at all"

In this way, under the shouting and scolding of Old Man Ge, Zhang Heng chased and slashed Old Man Ge from morning until night, and Old Man Ge continued to correct his mistakes while Zhang Heng was attacking.

It wasn't until it was dark that he couldn't see at all, and Old Man Ge let go of Zhang Heng, who was so exhausted that he couldn't even hold his sword. and also ordered him to kill a deer alone and come back to eat, so that today's training can be completed.

Zhang Heng dragged his tired body and touched the darkness with the long sword in his hand, and went to kill a deer and came back to roast and eat it, then he returned to the dilapidated thatched house, fell asleep on the bed and fell asleep, he had never been so tired.

On the second day, although Zhang Heng who got up felt that his body was still a little sore, his physical strength had basically recovered, the talent of this body was indeed excellent, if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely not be able to get up the next day under such high-intensity training, but this body only felt a little sore.

Got up and washed up, Zhang Heng ate a few pieces of venison roasted yesterday, and then ran quickly to the back mountain, yesterday Old Man Ge said that he would wait for him directly in the back mountain, let him get up and run over.

Sure enough, by the time Zhang Heng ran to the small valley yesterday, Old Man Ge was already sitting in the open space in the valley.

Seeing Zhang Heng coming, Old Man Ge got up and patted the dust, then drew out his iron sword and took a few steps forward.

"Hey, hey! Boy, you're in good health, I thought you'd be crawling an hour late, but it looks like yesterday's training wasn't enough. ”

Old man Ge looked at Zhang Heng with a wicked smile and said.

"Although the seniors increase, the juniors will never frown"

Zhang Heng also said with a smile on the surface, but looking at Old Man Ge's face that had become a little obscene, he thought in his heart that this old man should not have any bad moves.

The result was that Zhang Heng thought too much, and after hearing what Zhang Heng said, Old Man Ge just changed his attack method, yesterday it was Zhang Heng who chased and attacked him, but today it became him chasing and attacking Zhang Heng.

Of course, the weapon has also changed from an iron sword to a somewhat heavy wooden sword.

But even if there is no conspiracy, Zhang Heng was still repaired extremely miserably, don't look at the wooden sword is not very sharp, but it is very painful to hit people's bodies, at the end of the day, Zhang Heng's whole body except for his face, it can be said that there is no good piece of meat.

Struggling back to his thatched hut, Zhang Heng was a little trembling, took out the bruising wine given by Old Man Ge, looked at his swollen hands with steamed buns, gritted his teeth, or endured the pain, poured out a little and wiped it.

Early in the morning of the third day, Zhang Heng slowly sat up from the bed, not to mention, the bone-setting wine given by Old Man Ge had a good effect, although he still had some strength on his body, but it had already disappeared, and even a little purple bruise disappeared.

Running slowly to the small valley, seeing that Old Man Ge was still sitting there like yesterday, Zhang Heng silently stepped forward and took out a wooden sword in the weapon rack.

"Well, yes, good reply."

Old man Ge saw that Zhang Heng had no scars on his body at all, and smiled with a satisfied expression. But the next second, his expression became serious.

"Okay, from today onwards, I will officially teach you the techniques of a warrior."

"Warrior technique?"

Zhang Heng looked at him and asked.

"Not bad, warrior technique!"

Old man Ge nodded solemnly.

"Warriors! It is one of the three major professions in the Marfa continent, and it is passed down by the legendary Wise Jihad His Excellency. The old man got up and took two steps.

"And after hundreds of thousands of years of circulation, and the continuous improvement and self-creation of future generations, there may be more than hundreds of schools today."

Old man Ge looked at Zhang Heng, who was a little pensive, and continued.

"And what I practice is also one of these hundreds of schools, called the White Crow Stream."

"Raven Stream?"

Zhang Heng looked at the old man a little strangely.

"Yes, you're weird about the name?"

"Yes"

Zhang Heng nodded.

"Huh"

Old man Ge smiled and said.

"The white crow is a white crow, the crow is generally black, usually representing ominous and death, and the same is true of our genre, the sword skill is fierce and vicious, and it can not leave a hand, often no matter where it can set off a burst of blood, but because our genre has a very powerful secret technique, which can make people die at the same time to produce the illusion of being purified, so it is called the white crow, symbolizing the meaning of black fading and bright return."

"I see!"

Zhang Heng nodded.