"There's a problem with the sword posture, it's time to fight!" A bamboo pole was slapped on the ass.

"It's not decisive enough to swing the sword, you should fight!" A bamboo pole was slapped on the ass.

"The strength is not enough, the speed is too slow, you should fight!" A bamboo pole was slapped on the ass.

……

In the originally deep and silent bamboo forest, the sound of waving swords, reprimands, and beatings came and went.

Bai Xian lay on the rocking chair leisurely, cocked Erlang's legs and took a sip of the good West Lake Longjing, from time to time pointed out the shortcomings of Ying Moxuan's sword-swinging movements, and reminded him "gently" with a bamboo pole.

Since that lecture, Shadow Mo Xuan has been appreciated by Bai Lao, and he has been admitted to the sect and temporarily left Linghua Academy to become a closed disciple.

After practicing for less than half a day, Ying Moxuan felt that his buttocks were already red and swollen, and he couldn't count how many times he swung the sword, and he couldn't count how many times he was beaten, and Bai Lao's teachings gradually couldn't listen to it, and he waved the ancient and dilapidated long sword numbly.

"If you want to become a qualified swordsman, you must be familiar with and master the sword in your hand." Watching Ying Mo Xuan practice for a morning, Bai Xian finally got up, paced behind Ying Mo Xuan, and corrected a few non-standard movements with a bamboo pole.

"Practicing swords is not only about practicing tricks, but also about swords, eyes, hands, and hearts must gradually adapt to each other, so that there is a sword like no sword, and no sword is better than a sword." Knocking on Ying Moxuan's little head, Bai Xian continued to teach: "Cultivate the sword first and cultivate the heart, don't be impatient, don't fight or grab. Remember your master's swordsmanship, the wind is soft and the sword is clear, and the wind is incarnated. ”

It's a pity that Ying Mo Xuan couldn't understand the meaning of this eight-character heart recipe at this time, and only felt that his hands were numb, and every organ in his body was screaming and wanting to rest.

"Feel the sword with your heart, and you and him will eventually become one."

……

The second-grade classroom that had left Shadow Ink Xuan seemed a little quiet, but under this quiet, there was an undercurrent, and the remaining three demons couldn't hold their faces. Hu Jingyu, as the second in the whole academy, has not been appreciated by Bai Lao, this kind of existence at the level of the Four Emperors, if he is accepted as a disciple, can only be described in four words - the future is immeasurable.

Snake Yu is not good at frontal combat and swordsmanship, and she never expected to be appreciated by Bai Lao, but she was inexplicably surpassed by a freshman, which made her a little difficult to accept, especially a freshman whose speed was above her.

Zhang Hao is usually very arrogant, and he doesn't care about the fights on weekdays, but he also has a heart to become a strong person to serve the demon clan, similar to the snake royal, and he is proud of his strength, and he is also crushed by Ying Mo Xuan. As the class leader, he was worried that the junior brother who hit him in the face would not be injured during the training.

Ling combed his hair and looked at the three little bitter gourds in the audience, and he didn't know how to open his mouth to comfort Erlang's legs. No matter what you say in this world, the strong are respected, how can the road to become strong be so easy, and the opportunity will not be seized by everyone.

The three demons sat in their seats, without communication or any communication. Hu Jingyu, who likes novels, also closed the novel, and instead opened a magic enhancement guide book; The lazy snake Yu also put down the dressing mirror, put away the small pillow, and held the dumbbell uncharacteristically, although it was difficult, he still gritted his teeth and persevered; Even Zhang Hao pushed away all the snacks on the table and began to meditate, trying to take the control of magic over muscles to the next level.

……

"2991,2992,2993..."At this time, Ying Moxuan was still mechanically waving the long sword, to say that he had any special feelings, to be honest, there was no trace of it, but he could clearly feel that the original swing of the sword was an ordinary swing of the sword, without any special feeling, but now every time he swung it, he could feel the slightest fluctuation in the air, like the air being squeezed out, and like a magic reaction, This may be the secret of his ability to use this ancient sword to flick off magical attacks.

So he felt the subtle fluctuations brought by swinging the sword more carefully, and even closed his eyes, as if everything around him had disappeared, standing on the surface of the lake without waves, as the blade of the sword swung down, a circle of ripples spread out around himself, and the subtle magic power floating in the air was also bounced away by him, and he was mastering the special power that this long sword brought to him little by little.

Bai Lao stroked his beard and squinted his eyes to look at the young man practicing swords in front of him again. This kind of physical talent is explosive, but he has almost zero magic power of the young man he has not encountered, but no one or a demon can be like him to rebound the magic power of others by brute force alone, and even to rebound beyond the level, looking at the current appearance of Ying Moxuan, it seems that he is gradually mastering the skills.

"Boy, stop for a moment and try a different sword." After speaking, he took a sharp sword from the shelf behind him, which was one of his collections, a treasure from the hands of a master swordsmith.

Putting away his old and worn-out long sword, Ying Mo Xuan raised his hand to catch the long sword thrown by Bai Lao, weighed it casually and said, "It's so light, it's light." ”

"Hey little cub, this is the old man's favorite long sword, hurry up and try to see if you can use your ability to reflect magic power." Bai Lao glared at him, really, this cub will shine when he gives a little sunshine.

Closing his eyes and slowly raising his sword, Shadow Mo Xuan easily entered that state, and once again came to the surface of the lake without waves, which was a state, a state that could only be entered after reaching extreme concentration. With a fierce swing, a burst of sword qi slashed out along the blade of the sword, turning the bamboo leaves falling in the air into two halves.

But... There's no feeling of bouncing magic. There were no ripples on the surface of the lake, and the scattered magic was only split but not bounced. With another swing of the sword, there was still a faint sword qi shooting out, and it did not successfully rebound the magic power.

"It seems that your ability is not your magic power, but..."Bai Lao suddenly hesitated, and the latter words were swallowed back by him.

"It's the power of that sword, it seems that I still don't have magic power." Ying Mo Xuan also accepted this calmly, placed the long sword thrown by the master, and pulled out the ancient long sword from the scabbard, "Master, take a look for me." As he spoke, he threw the long sword to Bai Lao very easily.

Bai Lao also raised his hand to catch it as usual, but an accident happened, the weight of the long sword was beyond his expectations, and it was difficult for him to bear falling backwards for a while, as a seventh-order demon hunter, Bai Lao's strength was still here, and the other hand quickly held the hilt of the sword, and with the joint efforts of both hands, he stabilized his body, and held it up with difficulty and looked at it carefully.

The sword body looks ancient and broken, but in fact, it has not been polished and maintained for too long, so he turned around and hung on the sword frame, slightly exerting his magic power, a gust of wind floated, gathered at the fingertips to form a small wind blade, from top to bottom with the wind blade to cut off the dirt and rust, and even the patterns on the sword body were carefully cleaned out, this kind of fine magic use is difficult to maintain even a seventh-order master, not to mention the old man Bai Lao, but under his efforts for half an hour, he finally cleaned the sword body, and the water under the sleeve came to wash away the last bit of dirt, A delicate sword appeared in front of the two of them.

The body of the sword was covered with delicate and exquisite patterns, and it was impossible to see what was carved, Bai Lao even put on reading glasses and approached to investigate carefully, "Where did you get this sword?" ”

"I was born with me, and I don't know where it came from."

"Your family's handiwork?"

"No father and no mother, an orphan."

patted Ying Moxuan's head, Bai Lao had suffered from swordsmanship all his life, and he had no wife, no children and no daughters, and he understood the feeling of loneliness, which made him feel even more distressed about this stupid young man.

"The material of this sword... To be honest, I've been dealing with swordsmiths all my life, and I've never seen such a strange material. The strangeness became more pronounced as he stroked it a few times, "It's harder than any sword-forging material I've ever known, and... It has a rejection of mana, meaning that it may have been created to restrain mana attacks. No wonder you can use this long sword to flick off the old man's magic. ”

Ying Mo Xuan actually saw the true appearance of this long sword for the first time, he always thought that it was the only token left to him by his parents who had never met him, so he didn't care about the antiquity and wornness of this sword, and carried it on his back day and night for personal storage, and the familiarity came to his heart, so that he couldn't help but take a closer look, but he suddenly got close and accidentally bumped into Bai Lao, who was carefully surveying, and the sharp blade cut Bai Lao's wrist a small hole.

"I'm sorry, master!" Seeing the spilled blood, Mo Xuan was a little panicked, and found napkins and band-aids everywhere, "I'm not the same..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Lao grabbed his arm in the next second, and quickly retreated from the pavilion despite his wrist, which was still bleeding. Sure enough, one person and one demon had just left the pavilion, and without any warning, countless cracks appeared everywhere in the pavilion, the size and depth were exactly the same as the wound that Bai Lao had accidentally scratched just now.

Looking at Bai Lao's wrist again, the wound was completely healed at some point, and there was not even any trace left, and his puzzled eyes quickly turned from Bai Lao's wrist to the long sword, and this strangeness also frightened its holder, Shadow Moxuan himself.

"It seems that he can not only repel magical power, but also absorb the wielder's wounds and dissipate him into invisible sword qi." The moment Bai Lao was injured just now, that strange feeling was sensed by Bai Lao, and he felt that the damage caused to the wound seemed to be transferred to the long sword, and a bad premonition of danger followed, "This sword is very strong, but it is also dangerous. ”

"I'll take it for you first, and when you become a teacher and have the ability to control its power, I'll give it back to you." Under the seal of Bai Lao's hands, the wind blew fiercely, surrounding the sword body, and with a loud shout, it suddenly took shape, turning into a small chain to bind the entire long sword on the sword frame.

Ying Moxuan looked at everything blankly, and obediently took off the training sword, closed his eyes to concentrate, and continued to swing the sword again and again...

End of chapter.