All this was originally within Ning Hongyuan's planned plan, and even the night before the conference, he patted his chest and said to his father, "Don't worry, father, if I can't even break through the sixth stage of the swordsman, how can I be worthy of being your son! Father, please put 10,000 new ones, I will definitely not let you down!"

But what he didn't expect was that because of the ulterior motives of the Demon Venerable, or a special test, not to mention that he had no way to break through the sixth stage of the swordsman, and even the fourth stage of the swordsman, he could not be promoted.

It is conceivable that in front of so many people, he was a dignified Divine Sword Young Sect Master, and within a year before and after, he was unable to be promoted from the third stage of the swordsman to the fourth stage of the swordsman, what a heart-wrenching shame.

Thinking of this, Ning Hongyuan was very sad in his heart, he still clearly remembered his father's suddenly pale face at that time, the embarrassment of brushing his sleeves away, and the shocked expressions of everyone at that time.

That kind of feeling as if abandoned by the world, the pain of being alone in hell, surrounded by the dark rotation of the sky and the earth, Ning Hongyuan still has palpitations until now.

Ning Hongyuan is a person who wants to save face, so he works so hard and hard, whether it is in this life or in the previous life, he just wants to save face, he is unwilling, this kind of face prompts him to be diligent, this kind of unwillingness prompts him to work hard.

But he never died to save face, and if he died to save face, he would not let go of the assassins who assassinated him, let alone the old man with white eyebrows.

Because, he knows that the real face comes from others recognizing your diligence, recognizing your efforts, and recognizing you as a person from the heart, and never because of your power and status, so that you feel that you have face.

"To save face" and "to die to save face", Ning Hongyuan has always been very clear, and it is precisely because he is clear that even in such a troubled world, he will still have many friends, many real friends.

Ning Hongyuan took advantage of the sword practice to rest, thinking about all the things before, thinking of his father's face and movements, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "I really can't imagine my father's mood! It's really embarrassing for him, no matter what happens this time, I must not let my father down again!"

A strong black wind blew the ends of his hot hair, and sweat rolled down like beans.

"It's not enough!"

"Far from enough!"

"It's not enough!"

Ning Hongyuan is an extremely persistent person, even obsessive, as long as he decides on one thing, if he doesn't finish it today, he will definitely not give up!

Today's things will definitely not be put to do tomorrow, this is Ning Hongyuan.

"Far from enough!"

Resting for a minute and cultivating for an hour is a kind of self-restraint, a kind of self-rules, and a kind of self-belief that belongs to Ning Hongyuan.

As long as a young man knows how to set rules for himself, and then sticks to the constraints brought by these rules, and suppresses the heart that wants to indulge, then he is no longer young.

Ning Hongyuan's muscles all over his body seemed to be corroded by formic acid, and he was extremely sore, and his muscles and bones were already faintly resounding because of overuse, and what was more uncomfortable than these physical pains was tiredness, because until now, he had not been able to take a step forward than yesterday.

In the past ten hours of cultivation, it has almost stood still.

But today, Ning Hongyuan had to dodge this twenty-first dark blade no matter what.

Twenty-one is only one more number than twenty, but this number actually requires a day and a night of sweat, and even blood.

This is the difficulty of cultivating martial arts, and this is the root cause of the pain of many young people when they talk about the way of cultivating martial arts, which is why in the eyes of the strong, there are so many sentient beings.

The real martial arts avenue, just a subtle action, requires more difficult blood and sweat than ordinary people.

Just one achievement in terms of body technique, Ning Hongyuan needs to spend a full day and a night!

It's a pity that this time Ning Hongyuan failed again, he still couldn't perfectly dodge the twenty-first dark blade within the specified time.

"Hey, failed again!"

Ning Hongyuan calmed down, recalling whether his movements were missing in the previous minute, whether there were deviations, and whether his mood was too impatient.

If anything goes wrong in any of these areas, it will lead to failure, and one of the most critical links is that you must not be impatient.

Martial arts cultivation is an extremely difficult road, in addition to making the martial artist feel extremely painful, more importantly, you must control this painful mood, if you are impatient because of this pain, not only will it be more painful, but you will achieve nothing.

Before many young people have come into contact with this path, they think that it is a good road, and that this path will eventually bring glory and brilliance that will be recognized by others.

But once they set foot on this road, many people fall into a vicious circle, where they become impatient because they fail, and finally fail again because they are impatient, and then they go on and on, and then they fall into a dead cycle, for years, or even decades, and stand still.

Therefore, the state of mind is an incomparably sacred test for a martial artist, and hell and heaven are often between such a thought.

Faced with this thirty-third failure, Ning Hongyuan would inevitably be impatient, but he was only impatient for a few seconds, and his mood had already returned to his former calmness.

He had become accustomed to such seemingly "nothing" failures, because he knew very well that even though each time it ended in failure, he had become familiar with it.

Ning Hongyuan was already scarred, and after a few times, his whole body was like a spider web, the scars of the blade piercing were staggered, and the body of the * exuded a charming bronze in the light, blood and sweat were intertwined, passing through the chest, as if it had been practiced into a thread, and finally dripped from between his fingers.

The soreness of excessive muscle overdraft, the burning of excessive fatigue of muscles and bones, and the stinging pain of interlaced skin knife marks, all kinds of pain pressed on Ning Hongyuan's heart.

If all this is in exchange for small success, Ning Hongyuan would rather have more of this pain, but unfortunately these pains are actually in exchange for standing still!

"Let the storm come more violently!" Ning Hongyuan, after the defeat, roared at the endless night on the horizon.

However, after a word of complaint, this time Ning Hongyuan did not lie on the ground and indulge himself like that night, his eyes were full of determination, and his face was full of confidence.

A phantom flashed, Ning Hongyuan once again came to this special device for exercising the body, with a slight wave of his left hand, he turned on the start button, and twenty-one dark blades shot towards Ning Hongyuan in a certain period of time, within an extremely short time interval between the front and back.

The meteor-like body dodged the twenty dark blades in front of him one by one, but this twenty-first shot still touched his body in the end.

Although this time this twenty-first dark blade only lightly cut through his skin, and it was a significant improvement compared to the last time, Ning Hongyuan would never allow such a failure!

With a cold snort, Ning Hongyuan gently wiped away a drop of blood from his left arm, and after resting for a while, he once again embarked on a difficult journey of martial arts cultivation!

After a long time, a hazy white mist had risen in the sky, the morning star had risen, and the charming morning glow was like a lover's face, oozing a faint red.

With the beautiful glow, Ning Hongyuan finally flashed the twenty-first dark blade!

"I've finally made it! I've finally made it!"

Through down-to-earth hard work, the success that was finally achieved can only be deeply experienced by those who understand.

Although this is a small progress, Ning Hongyuan has already mastered a little trick from this small progress.

The next time he broke through the twenty-second and twenty-third Dark Blades, he knew he didn't have to spend that much time.

Sweating profusely, Ning Hongyuan was already like a sweaty man, and his bronzed skin exuded the charm of a man.

Unable to help sighing, Ning Hongyuan walked straight towards the bathing room, and suddenly, there was a familiar fragrance of Yueying flowers outside the door, which was obsessive and intoxicating.

"Brother Hongyuan!"

The sweet voice is like the most beautiful melody in the world, washing away the fatigue of a lifetime.

Ning Hongyuan looked back, "Yu'er, why are you here!"