The next day, Ye Lang said to Yao Lao, and walked to the grove outside the city, two or three miles, not very far, it can be said to be very close, at his current speed, it will be there in two minutes.

It's still like that here, the blue sky and white clouds, the fresh air, the clear small pond, everything is still so beautiful, remembering the embarrassed look when he came here a few months ago, Ye Lang couldn't help but shake his head and smile, "It's really unbearable to look back on the past!"

took a deep breath, "Let's start!" Ye Lang's main purpose here is to practice ghost stepping, the environment here is beautiful, remote and uninhabited, the venue is also open, a good place to formally practice footwork.

Ghost step, look at the name, you can guess, it is characterized by the whereabouts of ghosts, erratic, maybe this moment in front of your eyes, the next second behind you, in the next moment back in front of you, no predetermined movement track, often violate physical constants, do as you like, people can not capture.

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Ye Lang practiced the ghost step for two hours, yes, two hours, not two hours, and now he is also used to the time name here.

The first condition for practicing ghost steps is to be fast, so fast that it is difficult to catch, and only in this way can ghost steps get started. The first thing about every footwork is speed, and without speed, then this footwork cannot be called a footwork. If you can't even do the most basic fast, then there are flaws everywhere, so what are you talking about? What use do I want you?

After two hours, Ye Lang was sweating profusely, his legs and feet were numb, his limbs were weak, and he was really exhausted. His face was also blue and swollen, obviously when he was running, he took the wrong step and tripped himself. Cultivating the Ghost Step, this is not only to use the vitality to step on a specific step, run quickly in the forest, and avoid trees, but also to be as fast as possible! Faster! As for the rest, he has to make persistent efforts, not to practice speed, and other evasions, dodges, and shifts...... It's all empty talk, there is no speed support, and everything else is fart.

"I can't rest now, I guess I won't be able to get up later. ”

Ye Lang knows that people are like that, after a sharp exercise, if you sit down with a 'snap', as long as you rest for a while, it will be difficult to stand up, lift your hands, lift your legs, your hands and feet are like a thousand pounds, you can't understand it, and there is a voice in your heart that keeps telling you, "No, I'm too tired, I have to rest for a while, just for a while." After a while, the voice would still say, "No, I'll have to rest a little longer, ...... a little longer" until time passed... Past... "Forget it, forget it today, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Ye Lang searched around, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and shook it, "Well, it's quite handy, it's up to you." Then he practiced the Yantian Sword Technique.

This is also no way, Ye Lang has only a few taels of silver on his body now, and nothing else, a poor bastard, let alone a sword, so he can only use branches to practice his hands.

The sword travels to the eight extremes, the sword shines on the sky and the sky is blue, and the reincarnation of yin and yang is ordered by it, and the ashes are scattered throughout the ancient and modern world. The dragon head drinks wine to invite all sentient beings, and the victory and defeat of life and death are boundless; the dragon swings its tail and patrols the four seas, and the sky and the moon make it go backwards. Silver clouds are in spring, and palace flowers are sent to passers-by. ......

Bumps and bumps, a set of sword moves, practiced Ye Lang for an hour, this is just one time, just one time. After practicing again, my body didn't know if it was active, or if it broke through the limit, and the feeling of soreness in my hands and feet was much better, but the operation of the sword technique consumed a lot of his vitality, and now he was a little weak, and his vitality was empty. This is still practice, not fighting, and the vitality is not released, so the consumption of vitality is not large, otherwise his current vitality is not enough to support ten moves, not to mention the entire set of swordsmanship A total of one hundred and eight moves.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he had a good luck trick, and the surrounding vitality slowly approached him, pouring into his body, quickly replenishing the overconsumed vitality in his body, I don't know if it was the reason for the body's hunger and thirst, or the concentration of vitality here was relatively large, or what was going on, in short, the speed at which Ye Lang absorbed the vitality this time was much faster than yesterday, and unconsciously, the running airflow was twice as thick, which was very obvious, but Ye Lang was not satisfied.

It's like a poor ** silk, check the card today, show a balance of 100 yuan, and the next day the poor ** silk comes to check again, hmm? Today the balance is 200 yuan, twice as much as yesterday, do you think he will be satisfied? Obviously, no, people are of the same mind, of course Ye Lang is not satisfied. Of course, it doesn't mean that Ye Lang is a pure silk, he is a silk with potential wealth, a silk who thinks he is a silk.

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When I woke up again, it was already moontop in the treetops.

Ye Lang looked around, the shadows were wrong, and it was dim, "Cultivation, it's really a day in the mountains, and it's been a thousand years in the world!" Then, as if he had a spring under his buttocks, he bounced up from the ground. After a pause, he pulled up the clothes on his chest, put them under his nose, sniffed it, and then looked at the small pool next to him, "poof", Ye Lang jumped into the small pool, and also used his extremely ugly dog crawling style, climbed twice, causing a commotion of the small fish in the water, and fled in a panic, avoiding it.

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When he returned to Jishitang and saw that the light in Yao Lao's room was still on, Ye Lang tried to knock on the door, "Master, are you sleeping?"

“...... , for the teacher never sleeps well. The old man scolded, but said, "Come in!"

"Master, you really haven't rested, I'll try it too, hehe..."Ye Lang looked at Yao Lao's expressionless face and teased.

“...... ,Hmph!There's something to say.,Nothing to do.,Get out.。 "Yao Lao's mind is full of black lines, I am your master, do you talk to me like this?

"Hey...... Of course there is something, otherwise how dare you come to trouble your old man!" I don't know when, Ye Lang's face became thicker, "Master, do you have a sword here?"

"Sword, why do you want that, haven't you even cultivated martial arts yet?" Yao Lao looked at him suspiciously, "Could it be that Ling'er and her master gave you the secret of swordsmanship?"

Ye Lang smiled slightly, neither nodding nor stealing, with a default expression.

The recipe is too mysterious, not only its appearance is mysterious, but the content it contains is also very mysterious, and the grade is also a mystery, or don't say it, the ancients are cloudy, the gentleman is not guilty, and he is guilty. This is still the case in a peaceful world, not to mention this world where martial arts are flourishing? Therefore, it is better not to tell anyone, this is not to believe in Yao Lao, but to have one more person and one more danger, and only the secret that you know is the most secret secret.

"I don't have a sword, and other people's swords may not be suitable for you, I have some casting materials here, although it is not very good, but it is more than enough to deal with you as a rookie, you can find an old blacksmith in the west of the city to help you cast, cast a sword that suits you." Yao Lao said.

"......" Ye Lang took the Qiankun bag handed over by Yao Lao, looked at it, and was stunned for a while, "Okay, I'm a rookie!"

"Master, that ...... Give me some more money, I'm afraid I don't have enough money. Ye Lang said.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

“......”

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, he looked up at Yao Lao and found that Yao Lao had closed his eyes, "...... , Master, don't be like this, I finally opened my mouth well, I'm ashamed, it's good, it's ...... , forget it, don't talk about it, it's all tears if you talk too much. Ye Lang swallowed a lump of stool in his heart, and was speechless for a long time, "Forget it, just when you agree." ”

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Speechless all night, the next day, Ye Lang took the Qiankun bag given by Yao Lao, took some silver taels at the counter, went out, and came to the west of the city. He is not very familiar with the west of the city, so he came once, most of them are civilian residences, the economy is not very prosperous, and the last time he came to find the old blacksmith, he just accompanied Yao Ling'er to find the old blacksmith to make some daily necessities.

Soon, Ye Lang saw the old blacksmith's shop, and saw a dark and majestic body from a distance, wielding this large iron hammer, "clanging", one by one, calm and powerful, sweat dripping from his face and body, falling onto the burning red iron sheet, "whoosh" sounded, stirring up a cloud of white mist, that is really called a sweat like rain.

"Uncle Luo, are you striking iron?" Ye Lang walked up to him and politely said hello.

Yes, this old blacksmith is a middle-aged man, well, at least looking at it, others call him Uncle Luo, and I don't know if it's really surnamed Luo, or because of his beard, that's what he calls it anyway.

"Well, Boy Ye is here, what do you want today?" Looking up at Ye Lang, Uncle Luo asked.