"Including your own aura. ”

Yang Yi looked stunned, he never thought that the reason for the current situation was actually his own physique? This situation is not to mention that Yang Yi, even the old swordsman may not have seen it once.

Moreover, the physique is accompanied by a lifetime, unless he dies, it is impossible to change the physique with the help of external forces, which means that Yang Yi may be dragged down by his physique for the rest of his life and cannot practice aura.

"Is that all? Yang Yi bit his lip tightly, his hands clenched into fists and trembled, so that his fate had already been pronounced before it began.

At this time, Yang Yi couldn't help but have a thought, if he didn't have such a physique, he might have been cultivating with many students in the academy and competing for points, and at that time, he might also be a member of one of the top ten colleges in Yangcheng?

It's just that it's all delusional.

Yang Yi smiled gloomily, after learning that he was a real waste, he didn't seem to care about everything, once his own efforts were not defeated in front of reality, why did he still survive in this desperate situation?

Death, why not be a relief?

Yang Yi turned around and dragged his lifeless body away like a walking corpse, and the old swordsman naturally saw all the changes in Yang Yi's expression.

I had to sigh helplessly, the physique is my own thing, and I don't want the cultivator's exercises to be taught like that, and the physique symbolizes a person's irreplaceable identity.

It is precisely because of its uniqueness that there is no experience in the cultivation of the physique to teach future generations, and it is gradually not favored by everyone, which has led to the decline of the current physique cultivation.

The chance of a similar physique on Yang Yi's body being counterattacked is very small, but the old swordsman has not seen it, and in the end, those people were tortured by their own physique quite miserably.

I just don't know how long this little guy can last.

If there is no aura condensation in the body, it will cause the body to not be impregnated with aura, so that the body will reject the aura, if there is a serious illness in the future, it can only rely on ordinary medical treatment to treat, and if you use aura, it will kill Yang Yi.

It's a pity that this rare physique in a hundred years, hey.

The old swordsman pinched his frowning brows, coughed lightly, and said towards Yang Yiyuan's back: "Since you don't have aura, how about practicing swords with me?"

Practicing swords?

Yang Yi stopped, the strength of the old swordsman appeared in his pale mind, and his originally dead heart beat at this moment, and his breathing gradually became hasty, as if a door was quietly opened in front of him.

"Teach me to practice the sword?" Yang Yi's voice was still so calm, but anyone could hear it, and there were more doubts in that immature voice.

"Although he has no aura, he can master the primary swordsmanship, and combined with his physique, his strength is definitely not weaker than that of a spiritual warrior. The old swordsman clenched the long sword, clenched the hilt, and gently pulled the blade out, forming a sword sound, and faintly, he could feel a faint sword aura rising from the old swordsman's feet, and the leaves that fell on the old swordsman's body turned into two halves in an instant.

"Why are you helping me so much?" Yang Yi turned his head, his eyes still flat, without any ripples.

The old swordsman's eyes were slight, and after the long sword returned to the scabbard, he said: "Because the old man is not interested in aura, only the physique can enter my eyes, and your physique happens to be with my appetite." Since you and the old man met in Yangcheng, there is naturally some fate, and I don't want such an excellent physique to fall into the hands of those self-purifying cultivators. ”

"Is it just my physique, if it weren't for my physique, I might have died in the hands of Chongtian," Yang Yi still didn't answer the old swordsman's words, but said to himself there.

The old swordsman's expression froze, and a coercion spread out from his body, which made Yang Yi's heart clear, and his mind suddenly cleared up a lot, only to see the old swordsman in front of him frowning, and said sharply: "Yes, I saved you just because your physique can enter the eyes, if you don't have this kind of physique, maybe you have died in the hands of that traitor now." ”

The old swordsman paused and continued: "But since you have such a physique, it is naturally impossible to be like those real wastes, eating and waiting for death, I will give you a chance, just for you to cherish, not to force you, you can choose by yourself." ”

The old swordsman fell, his eyes closed and he didn't look at Yang Yi, quietly waiting for Yang Yi's reply.

Yang Yi's mind kept echoing the words of the old swordsman, and he knew that this choice was equivalent to a fork, one was to continue to be decadent, mixed with the lowest level in the world, but it was very safe and flowed with the waves. One is hope, but there are many unstable factors, and it is very likely to be lost.

This is Yang Yi's first choice, and it may also be Yang Yi's last choice, Yang Yi is naturally unwilling to accept the status quo, but only by learning to protect himself can he truly remove the threat.

Even if the swordsman saved him, could he really guarantee that the rebels wouldn't trouble them?

Naturally not, Xi Jian may really be the only way out for Yang Yi now.

Yang Yi opened his eyes, the original gloom in his eyes seemed to recede slightly, and a trace of firmness could be seen faintly, clenching his teeth, and in just a few breaths, Yang Yi held his cheeks red.

Then, with a certain expression, his eyes looked at the old swordsman with his eyes closed, knelt on his legs, and said, "Disciple Yang Yi, I am willing to practice swordsmanship with my master!"

The old swordsman slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yang Yi, whose body trembled slightly, and stroked his beard with a smile: "Okay! From now on, the master will teach you all the primary swordsmanship, and it depends on you as for the depth." ”

After that, the old swordsman left here with a smile, leaving only Yang Yi still kneeling on the ground and not getting up, until his tears dried up, he slowly straightened up, raised his head slightly, looked through the gap between the towering buildings, and landed on the looming mountain peak in the distance, and said softly: "I will not live up to the first person who is so optimistic about me, I will prove it with myself!"

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Nearly a month later, the original calm in the courtyard was shattered by cheering.

At a glance, you can see a thin figure, sometimes holding a long stick in the courtyard and waving it in the courtyard, whirring and raising the fallen leaves around it, sometimes half-squatting on the horse, with heavy stones on its head, for hours under the scorching sun until the sun sets.

The old swordsman sat in the room, and saw Yang Yi still practicing outside the courtyard through the window, and nodded with satisfaction.

The cultivation of swordsmanship is not much easier than that of cultivators, but they pay special attention to their physique, and of course they do not kill enemies with a strong body as purely as physique.

Swordsmanship requires not only swordsmanship, but also physical strength, so that you can use dexterous posture and dazzling swordsmanship to win quickly.

The basic swordsmanship is divided into four sections, and the thirty-two moves seem clumsy, but in fact, if you use it flexibly, you can use the irregular sword skills to confuse the opponent, which is a junior swordsman.

After using swordsmanship flexibly, you will be able to cooperate with some swordsmanship, use the aura of heaven and earth, and condense the sword qi, until the sword qi is first formed, and you can step into the great swordsman.

In other words, no matter how hard Yang Yi tried, he couldn't condense the sword qi, and there was still no way to advance much on the path of the swordsman.

Of course, all of this still depends on Yang Yi's own will, the transformation of basic swordsmanship is much more complicated than swordsmanship, if he is really proficient in using basic swordsmanship, Yang Yi can also have the power to fight with the spirit gatherer, of course, the victory is very small, but it is enough to get out.

Compared to Yang Yi's lack of progress as a cultivator, swordsmanship was already quite excellent for him, and even in physical skills, Yang Yi didn't necessarily know what such a weak body could create.

The old swordsman took a sip of sake, this nearly a month of training, Yang Yi was able to master these basic swordsmanship very quickly, of course, there must be a certain distance from being clear and proficient.

However, this perseverance The old swordsman was very pleased.

In the past, the old swordsman also accepted two apprentices, all because he didn't persist in this torture, so accepting apprentices was a big criticism of the old swordsman.

Only this Yang Yi made the old swordsman come out of the haze a little.

Today's Yang Yi, every day of devil-style training, can master almost all the moves in the four stages of basic swordsmanship, and can be combined at will, plus the body is destroyed by the old swordsman's inhuman appearance, but the effect is very obvious, from only one set of swordsmanship before has been sweating profusely to now playing four sets without any problems, the obvious results make Yang Yi also a little happy.

When Yang Yi unleashed the sixth set of basic swordsmanship, the final blow was still able to cut an obvious deep mark on the thick tree

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It was only at this time that Yang Yi felt a deep sense of fatigue, exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, put down the thin sword in his hand, and drank it all from the basin on the table.

Just as Yang Yi put down the basin, an old chuckle came: "Yes, it's a little beyond my imagination." ”