Zhou Yang looked at the old man's movements, and his eyes gradually showed a different kind of brilliance. [Ran^Text^Library] []

He saw the shadow of the sword in the rhythm of the old man's body, and heard the sound of the blade beating from the sonorous and powerful hammer impact.

Kendo, this is kendo!

Involuntarily, Zhou Yang followed this rhythm and learned the posture of this majestic old man.

With the dantian as the axis, the dantian drives the waist and eyes, tiptoes, moves the shoulders, shakes the hands, and chokes the wrists......

This rhythm slowly changed from the body, floating in the change of mood, and Zhou Yang was immersed in it.

I don't know when, the old man stopped beating and stood quietly aside, staring at Zhou Yang with a pair of weathered eyes showing an approving look.

"Sure enough, it's him, only his kind of comprehension can see me perform the Storm Hammer Technique once, and then comprehend the sword intent in it. ”

The old man surnamed Long whispered to himself, like a marble carved face, obviously written satisfied, his body was tough and strong, but those eyes, as if they had experienced thousands of tribulations, with the vicissitudes of time.

"Whew!"

Zhou Yang exhaled and woke up from the state of realization just now.

After comprehending, his strength did not increase much, but it fused the mixed sword intent in his body a little more.

He understood that if he didn't completely fuse all kinds of mixed sword intents in his body and infiltrate his own characteristics, it would be impossible to completely become his own sword path, and it would be impossible to plant the seeds of sword path in his heart.

A swordsman is only a warrior who can use a sword, while kendo must require the swordsman's mind to fit with the sword moves, be able to resonate with the sword moves created, form a kendo seed in the body, and create his own sword intent, which can be called the Tao.

Seeing that he woke up, the old man surnamed Long turned his head, picked up the piece of iron billet that was about to take shape, and threw it into Zhou Yang's arms, without asking his intentions, not talking about topics related to kendo, and directly said in a commanding tone: "Use the method just now, temper this iron billet ten times." ”

"Oh. ”

Zhou Yang didn't shirk either, took the iron billet, and said softly.

I don't know what kind of material the iron billet is forged, it is very heavy, with the physical strength of Zhou Yang's arm that can lift thousands of catties, when this piece of iron billet just started, it still sank, and almost fell out of his hand.

Putting the iron billet on the anvil, Zhou Yang grabbed the sledgehammer that the old man had forged just now with his right hand.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the sledgehammer seemed to take root, and remained motionless.

Zhou Yang wiped his sweat, and he was unspeakably surprised. When the old man was hammering just now, he didn't seem to have any strength, and he didn't have half a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that with his cultivation of the fourth layer of qi refining, which was comparable to the strength of a fifth-layer martial artist, he couldn't even hold this iron hammer.

"Well, let's use this hammer. ”

Out of nowhere, the old man took out a hammer that was a few sizes smaller than the big hammer just now, threw it over, and slammed it into the anvil with a loud bang.

Zhou Yang reached out and picked up the hammer, although he still felt very difficult, but he was able to control it preliminarily.

He didn't speak, he stubbornly waved the hammer, stood still in front of the anvil, closed his eyes, and recalled in his mind the old man's movements and breathing rate just now. Then, he raised his hammer and struck it.

Tiptoe, waist, shrug, arm move, wrist flip, tap!

"Boom!"

There was a crisp sound, and the iron billet smashed on the top of the anvil, splashing a little spark.

"No, the force is unbalanced, and the wrist force is too early. ”

After Zhou Yang hammered, he didn't immediately knock out the second blow, but recalled the knock just now, filtered it again in his mind, and further improved his movements.

"Boom!"

The hammer fell again, this time with a clearer sound and more power.

Zhou Yang adjusted again and again, correcting his movements again and again. The old man stood behind him all the time, watching him adjust and correct, and did not say a word of guidance, but just stood silently. occasionally showed a hint of joy or anger, like a giant mountain, blocking Zhou Yang's back.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!"

After a while, the sound of the blacksmith's shop sounded again, and it reached the street.

Although this sound is not as grand as the sound just now, it still carries a distant atmosphere, and it grips the heartstrings of passers-by one by one, as if there is a mysterious charm hidden in this sound of striking iron, which makes people can't help but listen carefully.

At first, the sound was intermittent, and with each stroke, I was thinking about the rhythm of the next beating, and gradually, the sound became continuous. Just like a musician, who has mastered the notes of the whole piece, as long as he becomes proficient, the piece will be played by him solo.

A silent old man, a stubborn young man, an old man and a young man, were silent, as if sulking with the anvil, watching quietly, beating silently. In this peculiar rhythm, a different kind of harmony is formed.

"Boom!"

After the last blow, Zhou Yang put down the hammer, he couldn't support it anymore, and spread it down softly.

Just now, his full mental energy was infused into the strange rhythm of striking iron, and he didn't pay attention to whether his physical strength and spirit could bear the weight of this huge iron hammer.

After hundreds of hammers, he found that his whole body was sore, his arms were numb, his feet were sore and his legs were weak, and there was no pain on his body.

The old man surnamed Long looked at Zhou Yang's soft body, took an arrow step, supported his body, quickly took out a pill from his arms, stuffed it into Zhou Yang's mouth, and waited for him to swallow his abdomen, then put Zhou Yang on the ground and left him alone.

After swallowing the elixir fed by the old man, Zhou Yang felt that the energy of his whole body was slowly recovering, and the cells and tissues in his body became active under the stimulation of the medicine.

This kind of activity is like the first birth of life, quickly filling his spiritual core seeds that are about to be squeezed out, and even growing at a progress that can be felt.

And his* even emitted a tingling sensation, which accelerated his metabolism and made him feel like he had become very powerful.

"Is this striking iron still useful?"

Zhou Yang was shocked, he thought that the rhythm, the body rhythm that was very helpful for using the sword, was his biggest gain, how could he know that this set of iron-striking methods was still the best body refining mastery, and even had great benefits for spiritual power.

What is certain is that this hammer method is by no means an ordinary method of striking iron, and there must be another cardinal. This old man was just teaching him this kind of body refining technique in disguise, although Zhou Yang didn't know this old man surnamed Long, but he could feel this old man's kindness.

During the time of waiting for his body to recover, Zhou Yang simply closed his eyes and recalled the hammer method just now in his mind, up and down, tiptoeing, twisting his waist, shrugging his shoulders, moving his arms, and shaking his wrists...... You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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