"Dad, I'm back. ”

Zhao Changfeng opened the door and walked in, looked around and found that there was no one in the house, and said helplessly: "I'm not at home again."

His father's name is Zhao Weiguo, and he is a soldier at the base, and he is often away from home because of his professional relationship, so Zhao Changfeng has long been used to it.

Zhao Weiguo, as a soldier, has indeed brought a lot of influence to Zhao Changfeng over the years, when the young Zhao Changfeng told him the goal in his heart, he just hesitated and agreed to Zhao Changfeng's request, and since then he has started harsh training for Zhao Changfeng, teaching Zhao Changfeng the fighting skills in the army, training Zhao Changfeng's various physical qualities, everything is in accordance with the standards of this army, it can be said that Zhao Changfeng is half a master.

Zhao Changfeng took out a piece of synthetic meat from the refrigerator, made a rough meal, and hurried to a room after he was satisfied. When he pushed open the door, he saw all kinds of training equipment placed around, which seemed to be where Zhao Changfeng trained. This room is 30 square meters in size, which is a bit small as a training room, but it is not easy to free up this space from this small home.

Zhao Changfeng came to the middle of the room and stood still, first played a set of punches, this set of punches is unpretentious, there is no fancy tossing and turning, but it can efficiently find out the shortcomings of the enemy, and give a very destructive blow, it is this set of punches that he used when he defeated Bai Changge today. It wasn't until Zhao Changfeng beat this set of punches three times that he stopped, and at this time his face was as usual, as if he had not moved, and took down a slender wooden knife from the shelf on the side.

In the Northern Desert, the metal that can be made into weapons is extremely expensive, not to mention those knives that consume metal, and even those training knives that are doped with less metal are not affordable for ordinary people, and Zhao Changfeng is naturally no exception. Fortunately, Zhao Weiguo often went out for professional reasons, and took advantage of his free time to cut a section of clemat wood during a mission, and later was able to make a training knife.

Zhao Changfeng did not rush to train after taking the wooden knife in his hand, but carefully stroked the blade, this wooden knife was carved out by him little by little according to his memory, the blade is three feet long, two fingers wide, the handle is slightly longer, and it can be grasped with both hands, exactly the same as the blood-red war knife in the hands of the warrior back then, and even the unique pattern of the knife body was engraved on it by Zhao Changfeng, making the whole knife have an elegant temperament.

Zhao Changfeng stroked it for a while and then began to practice the knife, but his action of practicing the knife was very strange, just stabbing the knife out, and then slowly pulling it back, this action seemed so simple that even people who had never practiced martial arts could do it. But looking at Zhao Changfeng at this time, his eyes looked at the blade motionlessly, and it didn't take long for his whole body to be sweating profusely, which was clearly a manifestation of extreme concentration of the whole body.

I don't know if it's the reason why the martial artist used the knife back then, Zhao Changfeng has a soft spot for knives, and in his training from childhood to adulthood, he will not let go of any knife technique he has seen, any skill in using a knife. These will make him study it without sleep or food. And he is also very talented in the way of knives, although Zhao Changfeng is now an apprentice in blue, but if he fights with a knife, even the disciple in black does not dare to guarantee that he will win him.

Even Zhao Changfeng has created a unique method of knife practice, that is, by repeating a single way of knife movement, observing its trajectory and internal principles, so as to constantly create new trajectories and lead to new principles. In this way, I keep making a knife and let myself continue to create, so as to achieve the purpose of improving my skills. Zhao Changfeng named it the Yandao method, which means derivation and derivation.

If you look closely at Zhao Changfeng's movements, you can find that every time he stabs the knife out and then takes it back, its trajectory will be slightly different, so that when he stabs hundreds of times, there will be hundreds of different ways to get out of the knife and retract the knife, and a knife technique can derive hundreds of possibilities, which is quite terrifying in actual combat.

Just imagine, the two fight, when one person sees the opposite side of the knife technique, has thought of how to resolve it, but when the two weapons are about to intersect, but find that the opposite side is not this potential knife technique at all, the opponent's knife and his own knife are caught off guard, cut on themselves, what kind of picture should this be. And this picture is not a fantasy, it is the picture that often appears when Zhao Changfeng competes with others, and it is precisely because of this that Zhao Changfeng can become the strongest of all the blue-clothed apprentices.

The clemat tree in the desert lives in an extreme environment all year round, relying on a strong enough body, and the texture of a good clemat is even similar to that of ordinary pig iron, so that a knife is enough to weigh twenty or thirty catties even if it is wooden. Although Zhao Changfeng has been able to lift seventy pounds of weight with one hand after years of training, being able to lift and swing freely are two completely different concepts.

After practicing like this for half an hour, Zhao Changfeng's whole body was already soaked with sweat, but he hadn't stopped, at this time he had exceeded the usual practice time, but he was still waving the wooden knife in his hand.

All this is because Zhao Changfeng has fallen into a predicament, this potential sword method Zhao Changfeng has derived nine sword paths before, but today Zhao Changfeng has practiced until now, and he still has no clue about this tenth knife path, he knows that he has encountered a bottleneck in his self-created knife method.

The so-called knife method is to allow you to create a useful knife path, rather than changing moves indiscriminately, which requires extreme concentration and extremely intelligent thinking to do, as the creator Zhao Changfeng knows this very well, so he will be so serious at this time, if this new move has a little flaw, then it can definitely not be regarded as the tenth knife path.

"This knife won't work, and neither will this knife...... Why? I feel like I've faintly grasped its outline, but why can't this knife come out?" Zhao Changfeng felt a trace of anxiety in his heart.

I don't know where to start, the anxiety in Zhao Changfeng's heart gradually faded, and began to become ancient, at this time Zhao Changfeng gradually forgot the things around him, forgot who he was, and forgot the pain caused by excessive physical strength, when all this was forgotten, the knife shadow in his mind became clearer and clearer, and finally appeared in front of him completely.

Hmmm-

Zhao Changfeng returned to reality and cut out a crisp and neat knife, this knife is different from all the previous knives, it has no flaws, it is a useful knife, the tenth knife of the Yan knife method, so far it finally appeared!

"Happy!"

After Zhao Changfeng slashed out this knife, he only felt extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but shout. However, due to the fact that his body had consumed too much physical strength just now, a feeling of weakness suddenly came, and Zhao Changfeng fell down before he could stand firmly. However, Zhao Changfeng, who was squatting on the ground at this time, still had a happy face, and it seemed that what made him happy was far more than that.

"I'm finally able to become an apprentice in black. ”

Zhao Changfeng was overjoyed in his heart, although he was able to use his sword technique to fight the black-clothed apprentice for a long time before this, but he was always a little reluctant, and winning or losing was not under his control. Zhao Changfeng felt that the difference between himself and the black-clothed apprentice had turned into a thin piece of paper, which seemed to be broken when he poked it, but he didn't know where this thin paper was, and today Zhao Changfeng understood the moment he cut out the tenth knife, and this thin paper had disappeared.

"Haha, cool!"

I don't know how long it took for Zhao Changfeng to regain a little strength and will stand up from the ground. It seems that becoming an apprentice in black really makes him happy, and he still cheers from time to time. Zhao Changfeng walked from the training room to the bedroom with some difficulty, and then lay on the bed. In this way, a full hour passed before Zhao Changfeng regained his strength and sat up.

"Now that I've become an apprentice in black, I'll give it a try......"

Zhao Changfeng, who was sitting on the bed, flashed his eyes, as if he was hesitating in his heart, and it didn't take long for the hesitation in his eyes to gradually firm, and then the whole person closed his eyes like this and sat cross-legged on the bed.

An obscure mantra flowed through Zhao Changfeng's mind, and it didn't take long for a wisp of cyan cyclone to gradually form around Zhao Changfeng, and then drilled into Zhao Changfeng's pores, and with the penetration of green qi, Zhao Changfeng's whole body shook, and his face instantly turned red.

At this time, if there were other people on the side, they would definitely be surprised by Zhao Changfeng's actions at this time, that's right, Zhao Changfeng at this time was inducing qi into his body to impact the martial arts barrier. If this level is passed, Zhao Changfeng can immediately become a martial artist, break away from the category of ordinary people, and enter another level of life.

If ordinary people want to become warriors, they must break through the warrior barrier, which is located three inches below the human umbilicus in a place called dantian. Dantian, also known as the sea of qi, is the only place in the human body where the force is stored, and it is precisely because of the existence of the sea of qi that warriors can use the force to temper their bodies and bless their own combat power.

However, not everyone can open up the dantian qi sea, although there are many reasons for failure, but these can all be attributed to one reason, that is, qualification.

Although the force between heaven and earth is inexhaustible, the force in the air is very thin, whether it is a warrior or an ordinary person, if you want to attract the force, then you must communicate with the void and attract the force from the void. Although the void is everywhere, it is another dimension, and it is so difficult to communicate with it, and often only one or two out of hundreds of people succeed in attracting the Force and becoming a warrior.

In fact, in Zhao Changfeng's eyes, this insurmountable obstacle in the eyes of many people was not so difficult, when he was ten years old, the night when Zhao Changfeng first learned about the method of feeling the Force. He just followed that method and successfully felt the Force hidden in the void, and successfully introduced them into his body, but after these forces entered the body, they did not converge in the lower abdomen, but were all swallowed up by the qi and blood that suddenly rushed out of the heart, no matter how much Force he inhaled, it all entered the heart like a mud cow entering the sea.

In the face of this sudden situation, Zhao Changfeng, who was still young at the time, chose to hide it, and even his father did not tell him. However, from that day on, Zhao Changfeng would try to absorb the Force into his body every day, but this situation kept repeating itself in him, and after seven years, this secret was concealed by him for seven years.

In the past seven years, Zhao Changfeng has been paying attention to the problems all the time, communicating with the cultivators' predecessors, looking up relevant knowledge, and even asking some martial artists on the side, but the final result is only one, that is, there is no martial artist talent.

This is the haze that has always shrouded Zhao Changfeng's heart, yes, Zhao Changfeng, a martial arts genius who became the first person to become a blue-clothed apprentice at a young age in the eyes of others, can't become a martial artist, which is undoubtedly a great irony.

I don't know when, Zhao Changfeng has already withdrawn from the state of cultivation, and it can be seen from his red eyes and bruised arms that this cultivation has ended in failure again.

"It's just a little bit again. ”

Zhao Changfeng let out a long sigh, the last trace of excitement brought by the previous martial arts breakthrough disappeared, only to see that he adjusted his breathing a little and got up and pushed the big bed away, revealing a movable floor tile hidden under it, Zhao Changfeng lifted the floor tiles, and there were small bottles containing a green liquid densely packed inside, and after a cursory glance, there were at least hundreds.

Two hundred and forty-three to be exact, this is a genetically modified liquid that is very popular among the upper echelons of the base, and every week his father gets one in his hands and hands it over to him on time. Although Zhao Changfeng didn't know how he got this expensive potion, every time he saw the injection in front of him, he seemed to see the hope of becoming a martial artist, so Zhao Changfeng unconsciously closed his mouth every time and silently took it from his father's hand.

"Changfeng, the effect of this potion is somewhat powerful, and it will cause some damage to the body when you use it, you must control the measurement when you use it, and you must not be greedy for efficiency to increase the measurement. ”

Originally, Zhao Weiguo's reminder was just that he was afraid that his son would be greedy and hurt his body, but he never expected that except for the first few reagents that were used by Zhao Changfeng, the rest of him was useless, and all of them were secretly preserved.

Looking at the turquoise liquid contained in these vials, Zhao Changfeng's eyes gradually appeared fiery, one or two liquids could not help him become a martial artist, so what about more than two hundred? Are these enough?

"No, I'm not sure yet. ”

Zhao Changfeng's eyes gradually returned to clarity, he took a deep breath, took out a small empty bottle and turned around to bring the injection, slowly transferred the green liquid from the injection to the empty bottle, Zhao Changfeng put it together with those small bottles, and then slowly covered the tile again in his reluctant gaze, and then pushed the bed back to its original position.