In the refining room, the huge Xuanmen knife lay quietly on the metal shelf, coldly mocking the person in front of him who wanted to pick it up.

"Two thousand catties! Is this still called a knife?" Xin Mu looked at the knife that was taller and wider than himself, this knife called Xuanmen, the name was really not wrong at all. This knife completely broke his concept of knives, the knives in this world are not only the forms of the green-backed knife and the gilded knife used by the tiger smile, it can also be so long, so wide, so heavy!

Xin Mu stood in front of the handle of the Xuanmen knife, steadied his horse, took a deep breath, and activated the "Chixia Decision", urging the Yuan Force in his body, along the twelve meridians and the twelve meridians to all parts of the body, the muscles and bones received the support of the Yuan force, and burst out with a powerful force.

"Ah——!h The tightened muscles and heavy breathing made the body stiff, the air dull, and the entire refining room extremely heavy.

The confrontation between strength and weight is perseverance and determination. Xin Mu mobilized the strength of his whole body and launched an attack towards the two thousand catties. "Click, click......" A muffled sound broke the balance of the confrontation, the Xuanmen knife showed signs of slight movement, and Xin Mu's strength was loosened, and it also reached the limit of the muscle soreness that he could bear.

"Whew, Whew......" Xin Mu crossed his hands on his hips, panting, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat at some point, which were quietly converging and flowing down his cheeks.

"There's a play!" Xin Mu held the Xuanmen knife and thought, his "Chixia Decision" had just been completed, and it was also the Twelve Separate Scriptures that were opened with the help of ice and fire, which caused him to be a little unfamiliar with "Chixia Decision", and the use of it was quite jerky and unskilled. He thought that as long as he practiced the already completed "Chixia Decision" and practiced it freely, it should not be a problem to pick up this two-thousand-pound Xuanmen knife. Thinking of this, Xin Mu turned over and sat on the Xuanmen knife and began to practice "Chixia Decision".

The Yuan Force in the body slowly flowed out of the dantian, flowed to the twelve canons and the twelve other sutras, and then slowly flowed back to the dantian, which was counted as a week. Xin Mu urged the Yuan Force, circulating again and again, running week after week. It's running more and more smoothly, running faster and faster, faster and faster......

The curling mist rose from Xin Mu's body and dispersed in the training room, white and cloudy, like a steamed bun room, full of boiling heat.

Xin Mu exhaled rhythmically, slowly retracted, and the red light on his face slowly dissipated. He jumped off the Xuanmen knife and stood in front of the hilt again. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, roared, and the continuous transmission of force in the meridians was transmitted to the muscles and muscles, and slowly lifted the end of the two-thousand-pound knife, inch by inch, the higher it was raised, Xin Mu seemed to see hope, his heart was slightly happy, and his hand was loosened, "Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the Xuanmen knife that had just been raised by one inch fell suddenly. "Boom!" the weapons on the walls around him were shaken.

After a slight breath, Xin Mu once again held the handle of the two-thousand-pound Xuanmen Knife. "Click, click......" The friction sound between the Xuanmen knife and the metal frame declares the pain of the former's reluctance to leave.

Xin Mu's upper body was arched, his whole body leaned back, and he struggled to pull the Xuanmen knife inch by inch to open the place it did not want to leave, and the sole of one foot was gently lifted, and he took the first step and the second step against the ground......

"Tom, tom......" every step is stepping on the mountain, every step is extremely difficult, and every step is stepping towards new achievements.

"Bang dang!" There was a huge bang, the entire refining room shook slightly, and the two-thousand-pound Xuanmen knife slammed to the ground, smashing out a half-foot-deep pit, and unfortunately stayed below a few swords, which were directly smashed, and the short sword blade was splashed up like a splash.

Beads of sweat the size of a bean fell to the ground, Xin Mu was already sweating, his whole body was soaked, his chest rose and fell violently, and his mouth with rapid breathing was wide open and ruined his happy smile.

Yan Bopan sat on the stone table in the courtyard, motionless, his eyes closed, but his ears had already heard the movement in the room, "This kid! took the Xuanmen knife off the shelf so quickly? I thought it would take him some time, but I didn't expect him to far exceed my expectations." It seems that this kid has good qualifications!"

"Wow! Wow......" Xin Mu, who was like a chicken in the soup, leaned forward, hunched over, like an old cow pulling a broken cart, dragged a black big knife, moved out of the refining room step by step, raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Old man, master, I'm out!"

Yan Bo jumped down from the stone table lightly, "Hey, hey, boy, it took so long to come out! Are you learning how to hold a hen in it, or are you a woman in the palace?"

"Hmph, old man, you, don't divert from the topic, hurry up, teach me the knife technique!" Xin Mu said breathlessly as he walked to the courtyard with his knife.

Yan Bo circled around Xin Mu and the knife, with a smile on his face, "Boy, pick up the knife first! Don't pull a broom like a woman! You can't even pick up a knife! You still have to learn knife skills? Learn a fart!"

"You're watching!" Xin Mu roared, his hands exerting force, slowly lifting the tip of the knife off the ground.

"Well, this is a bit of a man!" Yan Bo patted Xin Mu on the shoulder, "Using a knife is like being a man, you don't need too many tricks, you are masculine, you are brave, you are fast, you are strong and powerful! The power of the knife is the power of cutting! You go and cut a thousand trees first, and then I will teach you the knife technique." ”

"What?,A thousand trees?,Use this knife to chop?," Xin Mu looked at the two-thousand-pound knife in his hand, and used it to cut down trees, which was really a bit overkill!

"Just use it!" Yan Bo raised his green staff and pointed to a forest below the mountain.

"Ah, those trees are thicker than me, and they must be cut down and not exhausted to death!" Xin Mu looked at the thick woods, and suddenly deflated. "Bang!" he threw away the Xuanmen knife and sat on the stone bench weakly, "Old man, master don't you want to teach, forget it! Why did you come up with so many bad ideas to deceive the apprentice!"

"Stinky boy! It's really rotten wood that can't be carved! There are many kinds of exercises! Don't you know that cutting down trees is also practice?" Yan Bo said and tapped Xin Mu's head with a green cane.

Xin Mu tilted his head to look at Yan Bo, this thin old man, with an extremely strange temper, always does not play cards according to the routine, and actually does some strange things. This cutting down a tree is practicing a knife, so what do you need so many knife skills in this world? You can cut down the tree directly!" "Master, don't lie to me, if you lack firewood for the winter, you can just say it!"

"Hey! You stinky boy! The master can still lie to you! Give you five days, if you can't finish it in five days, you really don't want to learn the knife technique!" Yan Boqing waved his staff, and the Xuanmen knife lying on the ground rose into the air and landed in front of Xin Mu.

Seeing that the two-thousand-pound broadsword was like cotton, being waved up by Yan Bo, Xin Mu was stunned and couldn't say anything. He obediently bent down to pick up the broadsword, took a difficult step, and walked out of the courtyard.