After a night of tempering the sword qi, the sword qi dissipated, and Zhang Yifeng crawled out of the barrel with palpitations.

Walking into the courtyard, a morning sun reflected it. Zhang Yifeng stretched his body, with a warm sense of comfort, as if he was wrapped in cotton wool, slowly closing his eyes and enjoying a moment of peace, like a new life.

"Wake up, boy!" Zhang Yifeng opened his eyes, and a mouthful of yellow teeth was the first to burst into his eyes. Zhang Jianyi showed a strange smile, and a mouthful of rich wine gushed out. One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, and a new round of abuse began.

"You have three books with you, bring the one that the teacher gave you. Zhang Jian waved lightly, and the invisible sword qi once again enveloped the small courtyard.

Since he knew the seriousness of the problem, Zhang Yifeng carried the books with him, for fear that something would go wrong and usher in a catastrophe. He immediately handed the book to Zhang Jianyi.

With a flick of his fingers, a faint invisible sword qi pierced into the book, and the glimmer of light was fleeting. Zhang Jian threw it back to Zhang Yifeng and said: "This book is also made by Cunnian cloth, and the book records the cultivation experience of each realm of the teacher. There is also a set of Four Seasons Sword Songs, one season per realm, which is enough for you to cultivate to the sword master. ”

Zhang Yifeng took the book, and the book really recorded the introduction of the Four Seasons Sword Song and the Spring Sword Technique: Spring Dance Spirit Butterfly Sword.

The Four Seasons Sword Song is a rare set of sword skills, imitating the changes of the four seasons and creating a sword technique. Although a single cultivation is at the Star Dome level, a complete set of cultivation directly crosses the first order to reach the Moon Dome level!

"Okay, you've read the book too, let's start cultivating the Spring Dance Spirit Butterfly. I'll do it again, you see. Zhang Jian sucked in the palm of one hand, and the iron sword started. The moment he held the sword, his hazy eyes suddenly became as cold as an eagle falcon.

"The spring breeze dances the willows, and the butterflies love the flowers. Spring Dance Spirit Butterfly Sword!" Zhang Jian's body kept shuttling like a butterfly, and the sword shadow flashed lightly, giving people the illusion of being in the spring breeze and green fields.

"The Spring Dance Spirit Butterfly is intended to constantly change its body shape and use continuous sword qi to quickly suppress the enemy. You try it. After a set of dances, Zhang Jian put down the iron sword, took out the wine and drank it again.

Zhang Yifeng didn't speak, drew his sword and recalled the movements, and drew a gourd and danced again.

"The steps are frivolous, the sword qi trembles, there is no sword intent, there is no shape. Anyway, if you don't understand the sword intent, how can you use the sword skills. Calm your mind and feel it. Before the voice fell, Zhang Jianyi pointed out that it was like a sword, simulating the state of the spring breeze and shooting out wisps of sword qi, endlessly attacking Zhang Yifeng.

Seeing the sword qi attacking, Zhang Yifeng kept resisting out of instinct, and he was in a hurry for a while.

"Blocking a fart, it can't hurt you, it's so feeling. Zhang Jianyi ejected sword qi even faster.

The sword qi came more quickly, and it was useless to resist, so Zhang Yifeng gave up directly. In an instant, the sword qi caressed, as Zhang Jianyi said, there was indeed no scar, but the pain was certain.

"Master, pit me. Ouch, it hurts!" Zhang Yifeng shouted as he ran, his sword aura chasing after him like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

"Shut up!" A sword qi was directly drawn to Zhang Yifeng's face, and a red mark appeared.

"Old ghost, you don't hit people in the face. You are naked jealousy!" Zhang Yifeng touched the scars on his face and continued to talk cheaply.

"Hmph! "Smack!" The same person was again reddened, this time directly red and swollen, which showed the precision of Zhang Jianyi's sword qi control.

"Damn..." Zhang Yifeng wanted to speak again, but looking at Zhang Jianyi's raised hand, he gave up smartly.

Zhang Yifeng, who had been a human sandbag for a day, fell directly to the ground, with a hundred purples and thousands of red on his body, and his face was full of ups and downs. Zhang Jianyi said that he felt the spring, but in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, it was the autumn breeze, how sad!

There was no doubt that Zhang Yifeng, who fell to the ground, was thrown into the barrel again and continued to play happily with the sword qi. Screams and headbutt bumps come and go, and this ventriloquist can be described as wonderful.

The hellish life is repeated every day, with sandbags during the day and barrels at night. However, Zhang Yifeng's progress is also rapid, and the realm that has not been loosened for a long time has the faint intention of breaking through the swordsman, and the Spring Dance Spirit Butterfly sword technique has also been practiced.

"Yi'er, we don't need sandbags today. How about a different way?" Zhang Jianyi was never satisfied with Zhang Yifeng's control of sword qi, and began a special training on sword qi control.

Hearing that he didn't need to be a sandbag, Zhang Yifeng was so excited that he almost didn't cry, like a chicken pounding rice and nodding again and again.

"That's good, you imitate the meaning of the spring breeze and attach the sword qi to the tip of the sword. Use the sword qi to blow up a leaf and keep it for a stick of incense for a long time. If your sword qi pierces the leaves, or the leaves fall, you know. Zhang Jianyi sat on the bench and raised his finger with a wicked smile.

An unknown incense burned on the table, and white smoke rose faintly, with a calming aroma.

"What's so difficult about this!" Zhang Yifeng output sword qi, and a leaf fell to the ground with the qi, and was torn to pieces by the sword qi before the tip of the sword was even reached.

Suddenly, a sword aura struck. Zhang Yifeng's shoulders were numb instantly, his soul trembled in pain from cracked skin, and his heels were soft and his body was planted directly.

"Fool, control the strength of the sword qi output, don't be so strong. Just like this, you still want to climb to the top?" Zhang Jian scolded.

"Come again!" the corners of his mouth trembled, and he stood up with severe pain, and persistence and perseverance appeared on his young face. Zhang Yifeng carefully controlled the output of the sword qi again, and released the sword qi in the meridians like a thread, and the leaves slowly swirled up, stopping steadily at the tip of the sword.

Burn the incense for 5 minutes. Due to the unstable output of the sword qi, the sword qi suddenly increased as soon as he relaxed slightly, and the leaves cracked instantly. Suddenly. The sword qi hit his abdomen, and Zhang Yifeng curled his body and sweated finely from his head.

"Come again!" Zhang Yifeng, who looked unwilling, tried again, controlled the sword qi more carefully, felt the faint gossamer sword qi in his body, and released it again.

This time the time was extended again. When the incense burned to one section, the sword qi trembled again, and seeing that the leaves were about to be broken, Zhang Yifeng had to weaken the sword qi, but the leaves fell to the ground.

Suddenly, again, suddenly, again, fall to get up, control the sword qi cycle, and repeat it.....

Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth and insisted on exhausting the last trace of sword qi in his body, the sun was still warm, the incense was still burning, and Ye was still ruthlessly falling to the ground.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was lying on the ground weakly, as if he had been suddenly broken by a machine gun, his clothes were ragged, blood and sweat were all over his body, and he looked at Zhang Jianyi with a resentful expression. It seems to say, "Old ghost, this is worse than being a punching bag!"

Zhang Jianyi's old face turned red and said: "Yes, there is progress, continue tomorrow." It's still early today, so you can try to practice mana control while you soak in the barrel. It was rare to gently carry Zhang Yifeng and slowly put it into the barrel.

Entering the barrel, Zhang Yifeng had a certain resistance to the pain, just frowned, and quieted down. The sword qi kept traveling in every inch of the body, shuttling through the meridians. Zhang Yifeng could clearly feel that every sword qi in his body, and the scars on his body were slowly healing, and he seemed to be more robust.

The sword qi bath gradually became a kind of enjoyment, Zhang Yifeng slowly sat up, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and sank into the earth soul. Feeling the warm fire element around him, Zhang Yifeng thought of borrowing from the method of cultivating sword qi to cultivate magic power.

Just do it. Zhang Yifeng controlled the magic power and slowly gathered the fire element, neither forming a fireball nor letting it separate. The room flickered brightly and darkly, the fire element continued to disperse and form, and Zhang Yifeng continued to fail and fail. Sweat beads fell down his face, and the earth soul beat more and more violently, and the magic power became less and less. After consuming the last trace of magic power, Zhang Yifeng fell into a deep sleep, and the sword qi was still imperceptibly strengthening his body and meridians.

With the passage of time, Zhang Yifeng's control over sword qi and magic power became stronger and stronger, and he could output as much as he needed. is also becoming more and more stable, and Zhang Jianyi's opportunities to bully him are becoming less and less.

The unscrupulous drunkard master is naturally unwilling in his heart, and he is really addicted to cleaning up people. In order to prevent Zhang Yifeng from passing the special training, he constantly increased the difficulty for Zhang Yifeng, first verbal interference, and then insect and ant interference to distract Zhang Yifeng's attention. In the end, he actually secretly made a move and used sword qi to interfere, which provoked Zhang Yifeng to scold. However, after a sword qi made a pig's head, Zhang Yifeng honestly stopped resisting.

After a week of torture, Zhang Yifeng's control of sword qi and magic power became more accurate, and he switched between strength and weakness freely. The most important thing is that once you hold the sword, you only have the sword in your eyes, and you can control the sword qi without distraction, without the slightest interference from the outside world.

Surrounded by aroma, Zhang Yifeng was assessed again. The sword qi slowly came out, and the leaves hung steadily on the tip of the sword. The incense burned a small half of the column, and Zhang Yifeng felt the sword qi with his eyes closed like an old monk in a meditation.

"Yi'er, let's go to the Afu Meat Restaurant in the evening to open a meat restaurant and have a good meal. The special training has been at home for the past few days, and the mouth has faded out of a bird! What do you think?" Zhang Jianyi once again launched a language offensive. No matter what he said, Zhang Yifeng didn't care.

Zhang Jianyi grabbed another small insect and put it on Zhang Yifeng's collar and said, "Yi'er, you have worms on you, but I'm going to bite you, don't you get it down?"

Zhang Yifeng is still deaf, and he doesn't care about the abnormalities in his body, and he is as dead and silent as rotten wood. If it weren't for the slight flow of sword qi on the tip of the sword and the occasional long breath, it really didn't look like a living thing.

The incense falls little by little, and it is about to burn out. As a high-level swordsman, Zhang Yifeng became more and more difficult to control, and the decline of sword qi and the consumption of his mind made him extremely tired. His face gradually turned pale, and the corners of his mouth kept trembling.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Zhang Jianyi shot again, and shot out sword qi from the left and right ends at the same time with both hands.

Sensing the sudden occurrence of the mutation, Zhang Yifeng had already made preparations, slowly increasing the output of sword qi from the meridians, holding up the leaves, and then cutting off the sword qi in an instant.

Poof, the two sword qi of the sneak attack collided together and were instantly annihilated. Zhang Yifeng controlled the sword qi again, and slowly stored it on the tip of the sword to catch the leaves that had lost the sword qi and fell, and it happened to be an hour when the incense burned out.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the burned incense, lost his strength in an instant, and slowly walked on the ground with the leaves, and pulled out a touch of relief from his corner mouth......