In the small courtyard, Lin Chenxing only practiced the "Basic Swordsmanship" once before stopping, standing in place and thinking quietly.

Sword training has never been a brainless thing!

Many things can be succeeded without working hard with your head covered! If you go in the wrong direction, the harder you work, the farther you will get to your goal!

Thinking back to the feeling when he took out the sword just now, combining his body structure, Lin Chenxing deduced it carefully in his mind.

Finally, he moved!

It's still "Basic Swordsmanship", but the speed of the move is much slower.

"This sword sweep should be a ...... higher"

"The upper flirt should take back two points ......"

"This thorn is one less ......"

Lin Chenxing didn't care about the speed of the sword at this time, he just shot the sword at the frequency that he was most comfortable with, and constantly adjusted the strength and azimuth angle of the sword according to his own understanding.

"It's not right here!"

“......”

Two quarters of an hour......

Half an hour......

An Hour......

Lin Chenxing was completely immersed in the world of swords, forgetting the passage of time.

At this time, he was like a child who had never been exposed to swordsmanship, each sword was slow, and even the same moves were repeated one after another, but each time there were subtle differences.

Finally, the eighteen-style basic sword move stumbled in Lin Chenxing's hands.

Then, without the slightest pause, he started practicing the first basic sword move again.

But this time, it has finally returned to its normal speed, even a few points faster.

At this time, Lin Chenxing only felt that the long sword in his hand was extremely enjoyable and natural, making him feel a little lighter both physically and mentally.

The long sword in his hand swung it, sweeping or pointing, wiping or teasing! The eighteen-style basic sword moves are like flowing water, and they are like splashing ink, so they are not chic.

Again......

Twice......

……

"The level of 'Basic Swordsmanship' has been upgraded to C-level! The power of swordsmanship has been increased! ”

When the last sword move was made, Lin Chenxing felt the martial arts upgrade prompt that appeared in his mind again, and at the same time, like a blessing to his heart, he also knew that his "Basic Sword Move" had finally entered the realm of Xiaocheng.

"It's so late?"

Putting away his sword and standing, Lin Chenxing woke up like a big dream, only to find that the sun in the sky had set at this time, and the sky had begun to darken.

"There's not enough time!"

Thinking about the cultivation task he hadn't completed today, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, "Falling Leaves with the Wind" and "Thirteen Styles of Splitting the Wind" had not yet been cultivated.

"Forget it, the matter of wind refining cannot be delayed!"

In the end, Lin Chenxing had to put this matter down first, cleaned up a little, and hurried to the bone-deboning cliff after dealing with his already empty stomach.

By the time he arrived at the Bone Removal Cliff, the black-clothed disciple had already entered a state of cultivation. In the past half a month, the two of them have been practicing the Nine Styles of Wind Refining here every night, rain or shine.

However, apart from their first encounter, the two had never communicated verbally, and the two of them practiced in their own fixed areas every day.

When he came to his own area, Lin Chenxing directly entered the cultivation state. Now he can't wait to break a piece of time into two pieces.

Whether he can enter the Qingyang Sect as he wishes two years later is not only related to his future, but also to his life!

Don't forget that there's also a quest from the Divine Seal of Samsara on the way! The punishment for failure is obliteration!

Although worshipping the Qingyang Martial Academy now may also be regarded as worshipping the sect forces, he has not yet made any reputation, so naturally he can't verify it, so he must prepare for the worst.

After half a month of hard cultivation, Lin Chen's Star Wind Refining Nine Styles was already pure, and at the same time, because of the cultivation intensity and efficiency that exceeded four times that of ordinary martial artists, the skin membranes in his whole body had become much tougher.

Now he has been holding on to the boning cliff for nearly an hour!

Is this a long time or a short time?

Five days ago, Lin Chenxing found out that he had already lasted longer than the female disciple in black!

Here's the answer!

After completing the first wind refining tonight, Lin Chenxing was about to recover his state with the help of the Basic Evolution Technique, but found that the female disciple in black who had completed the cultivation task did not leave as usual, but instead walked towards him.

"Senior sister, is there something wrong?" Lin Chenxing looked at the black-clothed disciple who was standing in front of him, his face was red and had not yet receded, and asked.

"My name is Song Qiulan, I don't know what to call my junior brother?" Song Qiulan did not answer, but reported her own door, and asked Lin Chenxing's name.

Hearing this, Lin Chenxing was slightly surprised, he didn't think that this genius disciple who had reached the dark strength was intimidated by his own domineering aura and took the initiative to send it to the door.

"I've seen Senior Sister Song, and my junior brother's name is Lin Chenxing!"

Although he was surprised in his heart, he naturally did not show it on his face.

He hadn't taken the initiative to come forward before, just for fear that it would be self-defeating, but it would make this black-clothed disciple disgusted. At this time, since the other party took the initiative to talk, he naturally wanted to take the opportunity to set up a trick and get acquainted.

Don't say that he is a philistine, or without the sharpness and coldness of a swordsman, it's not the same thing!

The difference is like the difference between arrogance and arrogance!

To practice kendo is to be domineering, poker face, no one is a dick? No! At least in Lin Chenxing's opinion, swordsmen shouldn't be so superficial!

"Lin Chenxing? Good name, junior brother, you only recently entered the martial arts academy? "Song Qiulan is obviously not the kind of woman who is big-chested and brainless, and thinks she is a fairy above the Nine Heavens.

"Well, I just entered the Martial Arts Academy last month!"

In this way, the two of you and I have been talking for a long time, all of which are unnutritious polite and flattering.

At this time, Lin Chenxing also understood that this little girl must have been curious that he had surpassed her wind refining progress in just half a month, so he couldn't help but want to inquire about the news.

However, with his heart and intelligence, he was able to deal with such a little girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. The words of the two went back and forth, but they never touched the subject of wind refining.

As everyone knows, Song Qiulan was also helpless at this time.

She originally wanted to use her charm and the identity of the black-clothed disciple to set up a set of secrets about this little rookie in her eyes, but unfortunately the other party didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and always opened the topic without a trace, or just talked about him left and right.

In short, there is no valuable word, but people can't pick out a trace of perfunctory coping. She couldn't even be sure if the gray-clothed disciple in front of her was perfunctory to her.

"It's not early, I'm going back, do you want Senior Brother Lin to come along?" Seeing that it was useless to continue to rip it off, Song Qiulan made one last temptation.

"Thank you, senior sister, but I still have to practice swordsmanship for a while!"

"Well, then I won't disturb my junior brother's cultivation and say goodbye!"

"Senior sister, go slowly!" Lin Chenxing smiled and greeted him warmly, but he didn't see the white eyes after Song Qiulan turned around.