The old man stood up from the bench and stretched his waist, exuding an inexplicable momentum from his body, making his thick body stand like a hill, giving people great pressure. [Ran^Text^Library] []

His eyes were like torches, staring at Zhou Yang and saying, "Okay, these realm old men are just for you to understand, don't care too much." The level and grade of martial arts, the comprehension and level of swordsmanship, these artistic conceptions that need to be constantly comprehended in actual combat and cultivation, can only be understood, and it is difficult to convey. They need to be experienced and mastered by yourself in the course of cultivation, so that you can form an experience that truly belongs to you. No matter how much the old man says, if you can't understand it, it's just a light soldier on paper, and it can't be implemented. ”

As he spoke, Long Kong picked up a sledgehammer and said with a look of remembrance: "This blacksmith shop will be left for you, and sometimes you will come to practice more." ”

"What, you're leaving?"

When Zhou Yang heard Long Kong's words, he realized that he had lost his mind. For this kind of worldly master, it is difficult to find. It was not easy for him to be guided by the old man Longkong, and he really couldn't open his mouth and beg the old man to stay.

However, after more than a month of getting along, he was a little reluctant, and his tone was naturally full of nostalgia.

"Hahahaha......"

Long Kong laughed wildly, and there was a frenzy in his words.

"Gathering is fate, scattering is fate. Silly boy, why bother to pay attention to the present, when you one day, when you step on the top of the martial arts, the old man will see you. Let's go, let's go!"

"The world is out of my generation, and the years of the rivers and lakes destroy ......"

......

Walk easily, walk freely.

The old man of Longkong left the empty blacksmith shop and Zhou Yang, left a long song all the way, and went alone.

Zhou Yang looked at the back left in the wind, and the corners of his eyes were slightly astringent.

"Master, no matter where you go, you will never hear the news of me in the future, one day, I will spread the name of Zhou Yang throughout the continent for you to hear. ”

Zhou Yang's face was shining, he picked up the sledgehammer and swung it wildly.

The hammer is heavy, and every fall is powerful, so Zhou Yang has to concentrate his whole body on his arms, mobilize all the muscles and bones of his body, and let the hammer fall on the iron billet.

Every drop of the hammer produces the same artistic conception, which will make people fall into a state of addiction.

Regardless of the way Zhou Yang dropped the hammer, or whether Zhou Yang used a sword or a hammer, this artistic conception remained in Zhou Yang's continuous infusion of spiritual power.

Gradually, Zhou Yang was in this venting crazy hammering, as if his mind did not belong, and his spiritual consciousness was detached.

His whole body relaxed, as if he was asleep, and the hammer in his hand seemed to be nothing, and in his hand, it seemed to come alive and more agile.

This kind of relaxation is not to relax, but to make the true yuan in the body cooperate more densely with the bones and muscles, making Zhou Yang's strength more powerful.

If, in the past, Zhou Yang could perform this hammer method 100 times in a row, then, in this case, Zhou Yang could hammer 200 times in a row, and he would not feel tired.

"Boom!"

The hammer sounded softly, and the sound was not as loud as it was just now, but the power was not diminished in the slightest, and it was even more than that. The iron billet used for the test groaned in pain on the anvil, and was deeply dented by the blows of the sledgehammer.

"It turns out that this is what it means to lift weights. ”

Zhou Yang's eyes flashed with a bright light, looking at the big hammer in his hand, he waved it a few times easily, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

He lowered the sledgehammer and unsheathed it.

"Khooth!"

There was a clear sound, and the cold light of the sword was pressing.

With a shake of his wrist, the sword was like a streamer, and the long sword emitted a long sword qi with agility and sharpness.

Zhou Yang nodded slightly, and finally truly comprehended this realm of weightlifting. Whether he uses a hammer or a sword, this realm has penetrated into his bones.

Long Kong is right, any realm, any sword move, if you don't comprehend it in cultivation or actual combat, to deduce, just rely on other people's dictation, no matter how detailed he describes, it is impossible to truly comprehend.

Only in the process of continuous training, through the subtle adjustments in the body, and slowly to realize, will you master your own way.

"If the weight is light, the above is the light weight, so what kind of perception is the light weight?"

Zhou Yang shook his hand and put away his sword and muttered to himself. After that, he laughed at himself and said, "My heart is still too anxious." ”

It's just that the situation forced him to be anxious.

The affairs of the Zheng family are now in ruins, and since entering the Holy Hall, Zhou Yang is not afraid that the people of the Zheng family will come to find trouble for him.

There is also the matter of the Lin family, which really gave him a headache, not only because of the battle, but also because of the woman Lin Yi, the woman who had a bad relationship with him.

What's even more annoying is that when the Lin family's matter has not been resolved, he provoked the people of the Law Enforcement Hall yesterday, doesn't this make him have a big head?

Zhou Yang is not a person who likes to pull hatred, but hatred finds him everywhere.

People are not plants and trees, who can not have a little blood.

When someone else's knife is on the neck, you have to resist, you have to struggle.

Shook his head, the soldiers will block, the water will flood, and there will be a road before the car reaches the mountain, these things, let's think about them later.

He looked at the empty blacksmith shop again, and the mottled banner, made of unknown material, waved in the air like a decaying flag, showing how extraordinary it had been.

Now, the people are gone, and the houses are empty.

Zhou Yang inherited everything from the old man Longkong, including his understanding of martial arts, and of course, this remote and secluded blacksmith shop.

In any case, Zhou Yang didn't want this blacksmith shop to be abandoned.

Gently closing the wooden door, Zhou Yang took a breath of fresh air. Coming out of the blacksmith shop full of ashes, I felt that the air was so fresh, but there was a lack of human touch in this fresh air.

Old streets, alleys.

Zhou Yang was walking on this crooked, dilapidated, and chaotic old street, and he wanted to rush back to the Sanctuary and practice the basic sword technique with a team of five.

Since others call them the basic five, they will not give up, and they must use this basic method in the next big competition to make people impressed.

Let them see that just cultivating the basic method can also get ahead, and the basic method is not just the patent of Tubaozi.

"Rub!"

A slight sound of breaking the air sounded, Zhou Yang stepped back vigilantly, looked around, and shouted:

"What people!"

The sound was curling, echoing in the dilapidated old street, but there was not a single figure.

This old street existed before the church was opened in Fengle City, and most of the low-level poor people lived in a mixture.

During the day, these people would go to the wharf or the coolie place to work hard to earn money, and at night they would go to bed early to rest and regain their strength for the toils of tomorrow, day after day.

Therefore, this street has been empty and dilapidated for many years, and even pedestrians are rare. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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