The girl looked at Wu Mian and muttered: "What kind of practice room does a person use!?"

Ordinary people enter the practice room, and most of them invite private trainers to make up for the lessons, and Wu Mian is alone, wasting training resources in vain.

Wu Mian pretended not to hear anything, walked to the side with the thorn rain, and began to concentrate and calm down......

The first step in sword practice is to be calm, if a person is impetuous, there will be mistakes in the control of swordsmanship, so that swordsmanship is not affected by the outside world and his own emotional fluctuations.

After Wu Mian's swordsmanship was upgraded to the proficient level, he was like a swordsman who had practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years, and it was easy to calm down the turmoil in his heart......

"Huh!?"

Looking at Wu Mian, who was holding a real sword in his hand and adjusting his state, the prime man on the side looked at him a few more times.

He himself is a tutor who teaches swordsmanship, and when he sees others practicing swords, he is naturally interested.

The girl pouted: "Pretend!"

Looking at the other party's young appearance, she guessed that the other party was probably not a martial artist, that is, an ordinary senior student.

A senior student practicing swords in front of her, a kendo player?

Isn't this pretense what!?

Wu Mian opened his eyes, his eyes were as cold as a blade, the long sword was unsheathed, the sword light flashed like lightning, and there was a ghost-like howl in the space, which made people feel their scalps tingle when they heard it.

Before the girl could see it clearly, the long sword in the other party's hand had been slammed back into the scabbard, and the speed was so fast that the girl was shocked when she saw it, wasn't he afraid of the sword inserted into him.

As soon as the sword was retracted, the previous ghost-like howl disappeared without a trace.

But such a sword is enough to attract all the attention of the two.

Especially the girl who had some contempt in her heart before, her eyes widened even more at this time.

She already recognized the origin of Wu Mian's sword, which was the ghost cut in swordsmanship, or the first style in ghost cut: the sword drawing style.

But the opponent has already cut out the ghost wind, indicating that the opponent's speed has reached at least 180 m/s......

The girl looked at the prime of life.

The prime man shook his head, he didn't know either.

Wu Mian noticed the surprised gazes of the two, which was one of the reasons why he was reluctant to train in the hall.

But at this time, he didn't care about any of that.

A sword passed, and continued to concentrate and calm down, so after half a minute, another sword light flashed, and then there was another bang, and it was retracted.

Compared with the first time, the sound of collecting the sword this time was much quieter.

Putting away the sword so quickly, Wu Mian was also afraid of hurting himself, but after the first experience, the second time became much bolder.

The girl was already prepared enough to gather all her attention, but even so, she only saw a faint trace of sword light, and the speed was too fast.

"Looks like it's more than 180!?"

Compared with the girl, the strong man's eyesight is much higher.

He noticed that Wu Mian's sword speed was at least 200+ or more.

More than that,

The trajectory of the young man's swing of the sword and the trajectory of the sword are very accurately overlapped, and it looks like a movie is playing backwards, and from this point of view, the opponent's swordsmanship may be close to or even reaching the mastery level.

Mastery!?

The prime man was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

At this time, Wu Mian suddenly felt a throbbing in the skill card.

Wu Mian's spirit moved, and a new task appeared on the skill card: Your name?

It was the voice of the prime of life.

It was also at this time that Wu Mian sensed the extraordinary energy fluctuations on his prime.

"This is a warrior!?"

Wu Mian said secretly in his heart, but he ignored the other party, repeatedly honing the sword drawing style, and the time for him to concentrate and calm became longer and longer, from the initial ten seconds to one or two minutes, three or four minutes......

In one go, he drew eighteen swords.

After practicing more than ten swords, Wu Mian couldn't help but stop his hand, and his breathing was a little short.

Seeing Wu Mian stop, the prime man couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Your current swordsmanship should have reached the proficient level, right!?"

Wu Mian replied: "Almost!"

Wu Mian has practiced so many swords, if the strong man can't see it anymore, then his eyes can be dispensed with, but when he saw Wu Mian confirm, he still chuckled in his heart.

The strong man stared at Wu Mian, still not recognizing: "What's your name, why haven't I seen you before?"

"My name is Wu Mian, and I haven't been a senior student for a long time. ”

After Wu Mian answered, the task was naturally completed.

"Just become an advanced cadet?"

Not to mention a strong man, even a girl was stunned, staring at Wu Mian: "You are not a martial artist yet?"

The opponent's sword speed has far exceeded 150, and he is not a martial artist!?

Wu Mian explained: "I will only take the assessment next week. ”

The strong man nodded, and then invited: "My name is Fang Jie, I am the swordsmanship teacher of the martial arts hall, I want to ask you if you are interested in joining the kendo group of the martial arts hall?"

"Coach!?"

The girl looked at the strong man in surprise, with some surprise on her face.

If you want to join the kendo group, you need to go through a lot of screening, and the first condition is to be a full-fledged martial artist.

The person in front of him is not even a martial artist, how can he take the initiative to invite him to join!?

As a martial artist, she's still a reserve member.

Fang Jie ignored the resentful eyes of the girl on the side, and stared at Wu Mian.

Looking at the hesitation on Wu Mian's face, Fang Jie hurriedly said: "Your current swordsmanship has reached the proficient level, but if you want to achieve perfection, you need a lot of actual combat and competition experience, and cultivate your own combat awareness......

Wu Mian explained: "I am going to take the martial apprentice assessment next week, and I want to concentrate on cultivation these days. ”

Fang Jie hurriedly explained: "It's okay, you can wait for you to pass the assessment, let's add a phone call first." ”

Wu Mian thought about it, and added Fang Jie's phone.

The two sides chatted about it, Wu Mian had rested enough, and the ghost cut turned into a thorn rain.

Although it is only a simple stabbing blow, there are many differences, including short stabs, long stabs, oblique stabs, and straight stabs......

Wu Mian used the most straightforward straight stab.

Compared with the ghost cut who pulls out a sword and rests for a while, Wu Mian uses the stabbing rain, which is much more coherent, one move and one style, and he is very skilled.

Accompanied by the sword light, there was a slight sound in the space, like hot metal being put into ice water.

Fang Jie's face became wonderful again.

The tricks of the stabbing rain are simple and direct, and they belong to the killing moves that have no return.

And this killing move also has a relatively obvious flaw, that is, in the retraction room, there will be a short pause in the middle, but this pause in Wu Mian's hands has become minimal.

It can be said that if it weren't for Wu Mian's own lack of qi and blood to be used for a long time, then this move alone would be enough to suppress him as a martial artist......

Originally, Wu Mian just wanted to practice for an hour or two, but under Fang Jie's eyes that revealed pleading, he spent the whole afternoon in the practice room.

Even if Wu Mian had an aura cushion, under such training, he almost couldn't lift his arms.

When he walked out of the practice room, the sword box was already on his back, and he couldn't hold it in his hand.

Looking at Wu Mian's distant back, the girl Yang Yi's heart was also speechless for a while.

Obviously, she asked Fang Jie to guide her, but in the afternoon, the other party put herself aside, focusing on Wu Mian's body.

Let her, a reserve member, be depressed and half dead.

Even if his swordsmanship is good, he doesn't need to be treated differently like this!?