"Good swordsmanship!"

Tang Yingze took a sip of wine from a large bowl, wiped off a little wine stain from the corner of his mouth, looked at Lin Chenxing dancing with a sword in the courtyard, and opened his mouth to admire.

Lin Dong and the others also nodded in approval.

To this day, they already knew that Lin Chenxing had mastered more than one mortal-level sword technique of the Consummation Realm, and they also knew that Lin Chenxing's talent in martial arts cultivation was difficult for even Gu Yanfeng, who had a lot of fame in the Qingyang Martial Academy, to match.

Originally, a few people just watched Lin Chenxing dance the sword, which was pleasing to the eye, but gradually, they were surprised to find that a unique charm appeared on Lin Chenxing's body again, and it was becoming more and more obvious.

Several people know that it is the peculiar charm that will only be exuded when the martial arts break through to the realm of perfection, the feeling of perfection, swaying freely, and the moves are like a hand, as long as they see the last time, they will never forget it again.

"Is this also a martial art?"

Lin Dong was a little puzzled, in his eyes, Lin Chenxing was obviously just dancing the sword at will, all the sword moves were just the most basic moves, the power was mediocre, how could there be this kind of rhythm that was only when the martial arts broke through the realm of Dacheng?

Jiang Yukun shook his head slightly, also puzzled: "I don't know!" ”

As for Wu Xiaobao, he is just concentrating on dealing with the fruits of his labor, and he has done everything, why not eat it?

And he is surrounded by bigwigs in the Qi Eating Realm, and his little energy is like a sheep into a wolf pack, so it's better not to speak.

Tang Yingze, who was on the side, put down the wine bowl in his hand, looked at Lin Chenxing in a daze, felt the unique rhythm that was becoming more and more obvious on his body, hesitated for a moment, and guessed: "Could it be that he has practiced the basic sword moves to the realm of the Great Perfection?" ”

As soon as Tang Yingze's words came out, Jiang Yukun shook his head categorically and said: "Impossible, this kind of basic move is not as good as grade, strictly speaking, it is not even a martial art, and there is no consummation realm at all!" ”

Tang Yingze looked at him, pouted in the direction of Lin Chenxing, and asked, "Then how can this be explained?" ”

Of course she knew what Jiang Yukun said that those basic sword moves, basic sword techniques, and basic boxing techniques were all basic skills of martial artists when they first came into contact with martial arts, and there was only a difference between being proficient and not being standard.

Even though there are many martial artists, they will still insist on cultivating these basic skills in the subsequent cultivation years, but they are only becoming more and more proficient, and I have not heard of anyone who has cultivated these basic skills to the realm of Great Perfection.

Can you still play flowers with just a few tricks?

The two were still speculating, but Lin Dong, who originally raised this question, was relieved, poured a big sip of wine, smiled heartily, and said, "Don't worry, wait for Senior Brother Lin to stop for a while, don't you want to ask him?" ”

Several people immediately stopped talking, just watched Lin Chenxing dance the sword.

At this time, Lin Chenxing's mind was empty, there was no self and no other, and he even had the illusion that he was practicing the "Basic Meditation Technique", but the sword in his hand was dancing all the time, which was different from the thoughtless and unconscious who entered the meditative state.

In Lin Chenxing's sense, at this moment, the long sword in his hand really became a part of his body, an inseparable organ.

Even, he seemed to be able to feel the slightly cool refreshing sensation brought by the night frost stained on the long sword.

That kind of wonderful feeling, Lin Chenxing has never had, even if he has practiced the sword for a long time, he is extremely familiar with every inch of the long sword in his hand, but that familiarity is different from the current feeling.

For example, in the past, the long sword in his hand was like a string of beads that he had coiled for a long time, and never left a string of beads in his hand, he was very familiar with it, and he knew very well the direction of the wood grain on each bead, and even after the scrambled, he could easily identify each bead and string them in the original order, but it was a foreign object after all;

And now, Lin Chenxing felt that the sword in his hand was like his own face, which was another level of familiarity.

Although he may not be able to tell how many wrinkles he has on his forehead and how they are distributed when he does not have a mirror, as long as this face appears in his sight, even in the vast sea of people, he can recognize it at a glance, it is his own face.

These are two completely different levels, different realms!

......

The special charm on Lin Chenxing's body became stronger and stronger, more and more obvious, and at a certain moment, when that rhythm reached a peak, it gradually dissipated......

No, not dissipated, but immersed in his body, in his bones, in his heart.

Naturally, Lin Chenxing put his sword into the sheath, raised his feet and came to the stone table full of delicacies and wine, picked up the wine bowl, and drank it all!

"Cool!"

Lin Dong also took a sip and asked curiously, "Senior Brother Lin, what were you just now?" ”

Lin Chenxing said with a smile: "If I realized it just now, on a whim, I drew my sword and danced, but I'm sorry, come, I'll salute a few!" ”

"You're a wicked!" Hearing Lin Chenxing's disguised admission, Lin Dong and the others smiled bitterly and slammed the wine bowl together, if it weren't for everyone's strength being just right, I'm afraid this wine bowl would be able to crack even if it was made of fine iron.

"It's all livestock!"

Feeling the force of the collision of several wine bowls, Wu Xiaobao muttered secretly in his heart, retracted the wine bowl that reached into the general wine bowl, pulled it back, and poured it into his stomach in one gulp.

"Haha, I propose, how about we each give Xiaobao a bowl, this table of dishes is thanks to him!" Lin Chenxing was in a good mood at this time, and as soon as a bowl of wine was served, another bowl of wine was served.

"Not bad, not bad!"

"Come on, come on!"

......

"Woo~~"

Opening his eyes, Lin Chenxing rubbed his head, and with a little effort, the alcohol on his body dissipated.

Reaching out to hold the gloom that was resting aside, a familiar feeling came back to me.

"Basic Swordsmanship....... Whoever prescribes the basic skills will not have the state of Great Perfection! ”

"Boom!"

The long sword was unsheathed, and Lin Chenxing could feel that after a sword dance last night, his understanding of "sword" had risen to a new level.

The benefits of the basic sword technique breaking through to the Great Perfection Realm brought him even far exceeded the benefits of the mortal-level sword technique when he broke through the Great Perfection.

After all, it is a basic sword technique, a basic skill, and it may be mediocre and inconspicuous, but all sword moves are derived from it.

It is the most basic sword move that has been honed and refined over the years.

The benefits of this breakthrough will be inexhaustible!

......

After the New Year, Lin Chenxing traveled occasionally, and obviously felt that the popularity of the Qingyang Martial Academy was a lot stronger, in the past, there were few people who walked all the way, and most of them were black-clothed disciples, there was no common language, and others would not bird him.

And now, if you walk casually on the road, you can meet a lot of gray-clothed disciples who are born in the face, but for Lin Chenxing, it seems that most of the disciples in the Martial Academy are born in the face.

"Is it because of the disciple Dabi?" Lin Chenxing guessed in his heart.

The five-year gray-clothed disciple Dabi is definitely one of the most important events in the Qingyang Martial Academy, although the Qingyang Martial Academy does not pay much attention to the gray-clothed disciples on weekdays, but it attaches great importance to this matter, and it is quite decent.

"It's been more than a month!"

Time is running out, Lin Chenxing groaned, returned to the small courtyard to continue practicing swordsmanship, at this time it was already the middle of January, to be specific, there were only more than forty days left before the disciple Dabi, he had to seize every moment.

Half a month ago, on Chinese New Year's Eve, by chance, his basic sword technique reached the realm of great consummation, and although this breakthrough did not significantly improve his combat strength, it made his understanding of sword and sword technique enter another level.

With such help, in the past half a month, Lin Chenxing can clearly feel that the "Wind and Thunder Sword Technique" is getting closer to the realm of perfection little by little, if he can cultivate this mortal-level mid-grade swordsmanship to the great perfection before the big competition, then the certainty of winning the first place will be one more point.

......

Fast enough, it's mid-February.

On this day, Wu Xiaobao rushed towards Lin Chenxing's courtyard excitedly, insisting on exercising for more than a year, there was no trace of a fat man on his body, his steps were light and agile, and his martial arts cultivation was not weak.

"Click!"

Just as Wu Xiaobao raised his hand and was about to knock on the courtyard door, he seemed to hear a thunderous sound.

"Spring Thunder?"

Subconsciously looked up at the clear sky overhead, Wu Xiaobao was a little puzzled, although it was close to being stung, but in this windy and sunny weather, how could there be thunder.

"Auditory hallucinations?"

Wu Xiaobao naturally didn't think much about this little thing, he was in a hurry at this moment, and was about to continue knocking on the door, but when he heard a bang, the courtyard door opened, and he was greeted by Lin Chenxing with a smile on his face.

Wu Xiaobao, who was originally excited, was keenly aware that something was wrong, subconsciously shrank back, and asked cautiously: "Why are you smiling so much?" What are you going to do? ”

Lin Chenxing's face turned black instantly, and he raised his hand to close the door that had just opened, but Wu Xiaobao hurriedly stretched out one foot and got stuck.

"Say, what are you doing with me?" Lin Chenxing let go of his hand and said angrily.

He is quite unhappy in his heart now, obviously it is a happy smile for a breakthrough in swordsmanship, why did it become a yin smile in the eyes of this thing?!

Wu Xiaobao didn't care about him at all, seeing that Lin Chenxing put away his smile, he was also relieved, regained his excitement, and said with his eyebrows fluttering: "Guess who I just met?" ”

"Senior Sister Tang?" Lin Chenxing didn't look back and teased.

Wu Xiaobao's face darkened, and the excitement he had just picked up was another meal, and he waved his hand again and again: "That's all too much drinking, talking nonsense, don't talk nonsense, I only have Sister Youlan in my heart!" ”

Lin Chenxing: "Hehe~~ Don't you want to make lotus root flour and cinnamon sugar cake for Senior Sister Tang every day!" ”

", I said I was drunk, I didn't say it, I don't remember!" Wu Xiaobao almost denied the triple.

Seeing this, Lin Chenxing stopped joking: "Say, who are you going to meet, so excited!" ”

"Guess!"

"Don't say it!" Lin Chenxing looked indifferent, and with a sound of drawing his sword in his hand, it seemed that he was about to enter a state of cultivation.

Wu Xiaopang pouted: "It's really boring!" Let me tell you, I saw Hong Ting! ”

"Oh? He's back? Lin Chenxing put away his long sword and turned around and asked.

"Well, I just ran into it on the road, and it looks like I just came back! Hehe, I even said hello to him! ”

"Did he ignore you?"

"How is that possible?" Wu Xiaobao glanced at Lin Chenxing strangely, and then said, "He glanced at me!" Hey~~"

What a humble love, looking at Wu Xiaobao's excitement, Lin Chenxing suddenly remembered an ancient word in the history of Lanxing, fan circle boy.

However, this thought was only for a moment, and the next moment, Lin Chenxing's attention was also on Hong Ting in Wu Xiaobao's mouth.

As for the reason, it is naturally different from Wu Xiaobao.

Hong Ting, the young genius of the Qingyang Martial Academy, was eliminated five years ago because he was a day and a half late in breaking through to Huajin, and he was over eighteen years old, missing the qualification to worship the Qingyang Sect.

It is said that he was alone in his room for three days, and when he reappeared, the young man, who had just passed his eighteenth birthday, had all changed color with black hair, not the snow-white of his own halo, but the gray of an old man, and he had lost his life.

After that, Hong Ting chose to become a gray-clothed disciple, and his personality changed greatly, but his cultivation was a thousand miles a day, and he made a breakthrough in just one year and was promoted to the food qi realm, at that time, he was only nineteen years old.

In the next two years, Hong Ting began to constantly challenge the rest of the Qi Eating Realm disciples, not the kind of private competition between Lin Chenxing and Lin Dong, but a formal challenge.

Just like Lin Dong and Gu Yanfeng at the beginning, there were deacons of the Martial Arts Academy who were present to witness it, it was a real, unreserved battle of life and death, but the deacons present would try their best to save the lives of the defeated at a critical moment.

At the beginning, Hong Ting lost more than he won, with the most stubborn temper, he was beaten the most viciously, but he was defeated again and again, and his own strength also improved rapidly in the battle.

In two years, Hong Ting picked all the gray-clothed disciples of the Qingyang Martial Academy, and all of them were victorious.

Two years later, not long before Lin Chenxing entered the martial arts academy, Hong Ting left the martial arts academy and disappeared, there was news that he had gone to other counties to practice, and there was also news that he died.

But now, Hong Ting is back.

The Qingyang Martial Academy had never ranked the gray-clothed disciples of the Food Qi Realm in terms of strength, but Hong Ting relied on his own battles to fight for the number one position in the Food Qi Realm!

This is recognized by everyone, even if there is no martial arts academy is the name given.

"Hong Ting!"

Lin Chenxing silently recited this name in his heart, although he had never seen this person, but his deeds were clear, the reason was naturally that there was a die-hard fan of Hongting like Wu Xiaobao who was by his side every day.

Not only Hong Ting, Wu Xiaobao admired all the gray-clothed disciples of the Qi Realm to the extreme, and he was also clear about their stories and legends, and the secrets of the gossip, which gave Lin Chenxing a lot of lessons and saved him a lot of time.

"I must get the first place in the big competition!"

With a small flag planted in his heart, Lin Chenxing chatted with Wu Xiaobao for a while, learned some news from his mouth in the martial arts academy in the past few days, and then entered the cultivation again.

Just now, the "Wind and Thunder Sword Technique" finally broke through, but it was only a breakthrough, and it needed to be consolidated and continued to cultivate.

The realm of the Great Perfection only allowed him to turn this sword technique created by his predecessors into his own sword technique, but it did not mean that this was the limit of the power of this sword technique.

The power of the martial arts of the Consummation Realm will vary depending on the perception and understanding of the martial artist himself, so the same sword technique is also the Consummation Realm, and it will not have the same power with the same cultivation as the realm.

In the remaining half a month, Lin Chenxing has only one thing to do, and that is to continue to improve himself and welcome the arrival of his disciple Dabi.

This disciple competition, for him, can almost be said to be a fateful battle!

He must win!

......

"Senior Brother Lin!"

As soon as Lin Chenxing came out of the small courtyard, a familiar voice came, and he didn't need to look at him to know that it was Wu Xiaobao.

Although Lin Chenxing has now broken through to the realm of food qi, according to the customary rules of the Qingyang Martial Academy, Wu Xiaobao should have changed his name to senior brother a long time ago, but unfortunately, this fake fat man who has successfully lost weight has not changed his words, and Lin Chenxing is too lazy to care about him.

"You're going to sign up too?" Lin Chenxing closed the courtyard door and asked.

The five-year disciple Dabi of the Qingyang Martial Academy is not just a stage for the disciples of the Food Qi Realm, all the gray-clothed disciples can sign up to participate, and the top ones have good rewards.

However, due to the huge difference in strength between the Food Qi Realm and the Refining Power Realm, there is no comparison at all, so the Martial Academy stipulates that the Refining Power Realm is better than the Refining Power Realm, and the Food Qi Realm is better than the Food Qi Realm, so this big competition is also divided into two parts, each of which is irrelevant.

Wu Xiaobao straightened his chest, his face was solemn, and his voice was sonorous: "Of course, I am also a realm martial artist, of course I have to show my face!" ”

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