Bang!

The sound of the sword unsheathed, echoed in the courtyard one after another, was monotonous and boring.

"Five hundred and ninety-six, five hundred and ninety-seven, five hundred and ninety-eight"

Wei Changfeng counted silently in his heart, and the movement of drawing the sword in his hand became more and more stiff.

Fine sweat oozed from his forehead, his right arm was as heavy as lead, and even his right shoulder and half of his body began to become sore and itchy, and he wanted to scratch it with his hands.

And this is only the first step in his practice of drawing a sword, the simplest horizontal sword drawing style.

Hold the scabbard in your left hand, draw your sword with your right hand and sweep it forward, then insert the sword back into the scabbard, and the cycle repeats!

A thousand times!

At the beginning, learning this horizontal sword drawing style was not the slightest difficulty for Wei Changfeng.

Yu Qinghong demonstrated it twice before and after, and after pointing out the tricks, he only practiced ten times before mastering the basic essentials, and the movements were copied decently.

But repeating the practice a thousand times, and still not being able to use the dantian true qi, is definitely hard work.

Wei Changfeng gritted his teeth and persevered.

No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles, there is no shortcut to the way of martial arts, one step at a time to be solid.

If he can't endure this bit of hardship, what else is he delusional about becoming the Supreme Martial Emperor?

So with this belief, he silently endured boredom and fatigue, practicing the same moves over and over again.

"Five hundred and ninety-nine, six hundred!"

It's just that by the time he completed the sixteenth exercise, Wei Changfeng already felt that it was difficult to persevere.

But Yu Qinghong was watching from the side, if he stopped and rested now, although the other party might not be able to laugh, it would be too faceless for Wei Changfeng.

Is there a way to save some energy and better practice the horizontal sword drawing pose?

An idea flashed through his mind.

After six hundred times of practice, Wei Changfeng knew this sword style well, at least he was very familiar with it, he tried hard to think about the tricks that Yu Qinghong had pointed out before, and slowly had a trace of understanding in his heart.

The original tense body slowly relaxes, and when drawing the sword, I use more of the strength of the waist, reduce the force of swinging my arms, adjust the posture of the body, and try to make it my daily habit.

It's like eating with chopsticks, it's completely instinctive!

Six hundred and twenty-one, six hundred twenty-two, six hundred and twenty-three

When Wei Changfeng began to try to change, his movements inevitably made mistakes, the degree of drawing the sword was slow, the strength was weak, and he did not accurately insert the scabbard back several times, almost injuring his hand.

Yu Qinghong on the side couldn't help frowning when she looked at it, hesitating whether to let Wei Changfeng stop first.

The first time she practiced the horizontal sword drawing pose, Dongfang Caibai's requirement was to complete it 500 times.

Not to mention that Wei Changfeng's number of requirements has doubled, and his own strength is still weaker than himself at that time, it is not easy to hold out to six hundred times.

She could clearly see that drops of sweat slipped down Wei Changfeng's forehead, flowing to his chin and neck, soaking his clothes, and his face became a lot paler.

This is obviously a phenomenon of over-consumption of the body!

However, what Yu Qinghong didn't expect was that just a moment later, Wei Changfeng completed the adjustment by himself.

Done once, done again, done again!

His degree suddenly accelerated, and the whole movement became as coherent as flowing water, and one after another sword lights flashed and disappeared, and the whistling sound of the sword blade breaking through the air was endless.

How can it be?

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but be dumbfounded!

The changes that appeared in Wei Changfeng's body clearly meant that he had mastered the true mystery of the horizontal drawing sword style!

The trick of using this kind of power must be understood by herself in practice, and the guidance of others can only play a supporting role, and she mastered the same technique at the beginning, and it took her three full days to practice.

Even so, Dongfang Caibai also praised her for being very talented.

Then if she is very talented, what is Wei Changfeng, who can comprehend it with only six hundred swords?

Wonderful? It's a freak!

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but moan softly, covering half of her face with her hand.

She looked at Wei Changfeng, who was still drawing his sword again and again, with an incredible look in her eyes.

And Wei Changfeng didn't notice the look on his senior sister's face at the moment, he was immersed in a wonderful feeling.

After mastering the essence of the horizontal sword drawing style, the degree of sword drawing is becoming more and more brisk and free, and there is no need to deliberately control the body, and you can naturally complete a move.

The soreness on his arms and shoulders seemed to disappear without a trace, and the Qingfeng Sword became light in his hand, sweeping and swinging with a low whistling, just as happy as his mood!

It turns out that practicing swords can also be so enjoyable!

Nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand!

1,000 completions!

Syllable!

The Blue Blade returned to its scabbard accurately, and the hilt slammed into the fishskin-wrapped sheath with a crisp thud.

Wei Changfeng closed his eyes and comprehended what he had just thought with his heart.

Although the tiredness immediately overwhelmed his body like a tidal wave, his spirit was still high, and he felt that a whole new realm was slowly opening up to him!

After a full half of the moment, Wei Changfeng reopened his eyes.

I just saw Yu Qinghong staring at him intently.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Wei Changfeng couldn't help but ask curiously, and couldn't help but touch his face.

"Ah, no, nothing"

Yu Qinghong was suddenly blushed, and she looked extraordinarily cute and moving.

She asked eagerly, "Have you ever learned the horizontal sword drawing style before?"

Wei Changfeng shook his head: "Really not!"

Yu Qinghong still couldn't believe it: "Then how did you comprehend the key to the horizontal drawing sword style so quickly?"

Wei Changfeng understood, thought for a while and said, "Maybe my understanding is high."

The perception is high, there is so high!

He said it lightly, but Yu Qinghong's heart suddenly had an impulse to rush over and bite Wei Changfeng hard.

Let you get sè!

She really wronged Wei Changfeng, who did not sè, but stated a fact.

A thousand years ago, Wei Changfeng was able to achieve the position of the Dan God, and his comprehension was absolutely unmatched.

For a Dan Master, comprehension is the most important talent, and even if a stupid person gives him inexhaustible materials and years of practice, he may not be able to refine a decent pill.

And comprehension, although not so important to martial artists, is still one of the talents of learning martial arts.

Wei Changfeng in this life already has an excellent martial arts talent, coupled with this mortal understanding, it is not an incredible thing to master the essence of the horizontal drawing sword style in just six hundred swords.

Yu Qinghong pushes himself and others, and it is inevitable that he will be stupid in his heart.

At this time, her ears suddenly moved, and after listening sideways for a while, she said to Wei Changfeng: "Master let me pass, you rest for two moments first, and then practice the side drawing sword pose!"

Condense into bundles, and transmit sound into secret!

This is a secret technique that can only be mastered by masters of the innate realm, Dongfang Caibai, who was far away in the attic, transmitted his voice to Yu Qinghong, but Wei Changfeng, who was close at hand, did not notice it at all.

The only thing that is certain is that although they are separated by a distance of dozens of paces, Dongfang Caibai still pays attention to the situation in the courtyard and can hear the conversation between the two.

He nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to breathe.

According to Dongfang Caibai's requirements, the early practice of sword drawing cannot use the internal force of true qi, so after a thousand times of horizontal sword practice, Wei Changfeng's body is already overwhelmed and exhausted.

If he hadn't comprehended the essence of the sword style when he was in the sixth hundredth sword, the next four hundred swords would have been much easier, otherwise it would have been impossible to persist until now.

Thanks to the three days of soaking in dragon and tiger soup, washing and refining the body has increased the physique, otherwise it will not be able to persevere.

Rao is like this, his body is also close to overdraft, and he is sweating profusely.

Due to the limited time, Wei Changfeng quickly entered the state of forgetting things and me, urging the Qianyang True Qi to ascend and move the martial veins of the whole body, limbs and hundreds of remains, and restore the body little by little.

It was only after completing a weekly cycle that he reopened his eyes.

Yu Qinghong had already returned, and her face was a little strange: "Senior Brother Wei, the master asked you to come over in the morning in the future!"

"Come in the morning?"

Wei Changfeng was stunned for a moment: "I'm going to be in the library in the morning, there are a lot of things." ”

"You really are"

Yu Qinghong didn't expect Wei Changfeng to be so ignorant, so angry that he jumped to his feet: "Do you understand what the master means?"

Dongfang Caibai asked him to come over in the morning, because he saw his kendo talent and moved the idea of Aicai, so he wanted to spend more time cultivating.

This is no longer the treatment of a temporary registered disciple!

Wei Changfeng said apologetically: "I'm sorry Senior Sister, I promised Master Ouyang." ”

Of course, he understood the meaning of Dongfang Caibai, but the library pavilion could not be left alone, on the one hand, he needed to apply needles to Ouyang Feng to relieve his troubles, and on the other hand, he also had to follow the latter to learn martial arts and Qianyang Zhengfa.

You can't have both fish and bear's paws, so he can only live up to Dongfang Caibai's kindness.

Yu Qinghong tilted his head, and then said angrily: "Forget it, just don't regret it in the future!"

Wei Changfeng smiled helplessly.

"What are you laughing at!"

Yu Qinghong said angrily: "Hurry up and start practicing the side drawing sword style, a thousand times!"

Wei Changfeng still smiled bitterly: "Senior sister, it's not here yet, right?"

"I said to start at the beginning, are you a senior sister or am I a senior sister?"

Yu Qinghong said unreasonably: "Practice a thousand times, make up for ten mistakes once!"

Wei Changfeng knew that he had annoyed this senior sister, so he could only shake his head and stand up, hanging the long sword from his waist.

Bang!

The sound of the sword unsheathed resounded in the courtyard again!

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