Chapter Ninety-Seven: Swordsmanship

The earthquakes in the town are becoming more and more frequent, and the tremors are becoming more and more obvious. Zhang Sanyi had to sigh that these houses in the town that looked dilapidated were not destroyed.

I don't know if it's because it's solid, or if it's strengthened by the power of the Earth Awakener.

For several days, the weather was not very good, either the wind carried the yellow sand, or the rain crackled and fell, knocking the flying sand and dust to the ground, but the sky never cleared.

There are more and more people in the town, and without systematic investigation, Zhang Sanyi can't feel the strength of those ordinary people around him, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

Although they are all awakened, although the town has been crowded, there has been no such friction incident, and Zhang Sanyi feels that there should be a very powerful awakened person suppressing it.

During this time, he and Huaisheng hardly went out, Huaisheng was still the same, holding a storybook, eager to get in, Zhang Sanyi was really a little worried about his eyes, a simple and cute little guy, wearing thick glasses, how to feel bad.

During this period, he saw the old man of the bull a few times, but the old man nodded and smiled from afar, Zhang Sanyi smiled and did not speak again, and the hair of the old man of the bull seemed to have changed color, Zhang Sanyi saw green and yellow, as for what other color it could become, Zhang Sanyi didn't know it.

As for himself, maybe he decided to break into the so-called ruins, he has figured out the sword trick after a long time, he has now reached the second layer, and he can take out three Qi swords at a time, although compared to one, the three swords are obviously smaller, but, after all, the number has gone up, not to mention how powerful it is, it is enough to bluff people.

Although he has a sword technique, Zhang Sanyi still feels that his attack methods are too monotonous, could it be that every time he fights, he makes three Qi swords and pokes them everywhere?

It seems to work, but I always feel that something is not so good.

If it was like those Xianxia movies I watched in the previous world, there would be flying swords, how chic it would be, but unfortunately, he wouldn't, his Qi sword was either held in his hand, or, thrown out directly, of course, it was not his responsibility to throw it out.

Take a good hand of the sword, if it becomes a stone throwing the sword, it will be a lot of fish.

Since the sword trick can only be like this, Zhang San opened the mall, and last time because he didn't have money, it seems that there is still a book that he hasn't bought.

Gritting his teeth and spending 100,000 yuan, Zhang Sanyi bought the last book in the sword column.

When Zhang Sanyi saw this name, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and laughed, which caused Huaisheng and the third brother to look sideways for a while, and thought he was crazy.

The advantage of having a system is that Zhang Sanyi doesn't need to read books, just buy "Royal Sword Technique" After that, the content appeared in his mind, as the name suggests, swordsmanship is the method of controlling the flying sword, but, there are also realms, a total of three realms, the initial realm, called the sword, the meaning of controlling the flying sword, this is the roughest realm, just control the flying sword to carry out some attacks, can only be regarded as so-so, the middle of the realm, called the sword, the sword, the sword, don't look at the words are different, but there are thousands of differences, to this realm, the flying sword is also considered to be raised by the master out of the spirit, can communicate with the master's mind, only need a thought, the flying sword can respond, as for the last realm, is the sword, and the flying sword is not divided between you and me, I am the sword, the sword is my realm.

Zhang Sanyi didn't care how mysterious the book was, he had to try it himself, hesitated for a while, Zhang Sanyi condensed a Qi sword, Xiao Huaisheng just raised his head and glanced at it, and then continued to look at the storybook, Zhang Sanyi's worries, no one paid attention to it at all, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhang Sanyi put the Qi sword horizontally on his lap, took a deep breath, stared at the Qi sword with his eyes, his fingers lightly crossed the sword body, and slowly put his attention on the Qi sword.

In this way, Zhang Sanyi sat for more than an hour, and suddenly, Zhang Sanyi's right index finger and middle finger moved slightly, and the Qi sword on his knee trembled, and fell down weakly, motionless.

In an instant, Zhang Sanyi's head and back were wet, and his head was still slightly dizzy and sleepy.

Sure enough, he was not so studious, and Zhang Sanyi was not discouraged, at least, he let Qi Jian move for the first time, which was already surprising to him, but if he knew that Qi Jian was condensed by Qi in his dantian, he would have vaguely shared some minds, and when he controlled it, the difficulty had dropped by one or two levels, and he would not have been hit all of a sudden.

After resting for a while, taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanyi began to try again, this time, it was much shorter than the last time for more than an hour, Qi Jian trembled, but still couldn't fly, Zhang Sanyi felt a strong feeling of dizziness, fell and lay on the bed, stretched his arms and legs, he felt that he needed to sleep, because his head was really uncomfortable, accompanied by bursts of tingling pain.

The Qi sword also shattered in an instant, turned into a little starlight, flashed, and disappeared.

After Zhang Sanyi lay down, the next second, the snoring sounded.

Maybe he felt that he couldn't stand it, Huai Sheng closed his beloved storybook, put it away, leaned on the pillow, and lay on the bed, I don't know where he learned it, he actually crossed a high Erlang leg, if Zhang Sanyi was awake, he would definitely say a few words to him, a child's family, what Erlang legs.

Yawned, Huai Sheng rubbed his eyes, his eyes became brighter and brighter, there was no hint of wanting to sleep, he was bored, and after listening to Zhang Sanyi's words, Huai Sheng didn't dare to go out.

Out of nowhere, Huai Sheng took out a green leaf, the green is vivid, sandwiched the locust leaf between his fingers, and gently shook it, the locust leaf was thrown out, the weak locust leaf was like an arrow, stabbed towards the wall, at the moment when the locust leaf touched the wall, Huai Sheng bent his fingers, the emerald green leaf, it was a sharp turn, around the small room, circled, did not touch anything, and returned to Huai Sheng's fingertips.

"It's not difficult, it's fun."

The little one muttered, as if he had lost interest again, and hid the green leaves again.

After rolling around on the bed a few times, Xiao Huaisheng felt very bored, suddenly got up, sat down, he wanted to chant, because he hadn't chanted for a long time after reading a storybook, if he let the master know, his palms would be hit by the board again, or the master would knock on his head again.

Thinking of the master, the young man's eyes immediately dimmed, and it seemed that he immediately burst into tears, don't look at following Zhang Sanyi, he is either walking or reading storybooks all day long, but he still misses the master.

The master is old and doesn't know what is going on.

"Alas......"

Sighing softly, the little monk straightened up slightly, closed his eyes, and folded his hands.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

muttered softly, his voice was very small, he was afraid of noisy Zhang Sanyi, who was asleep, and the dog called the third brother, the name game was strange, and he was not very close to him, and he was very lazy, except for eating meat, almost all of them were sleeping.

He asked Zhang Sanyi why the dog was called Third Brother, Zhang Sanyi just smiled and said nothing, his eyes were a little lonely.

......

In the afternoon, a thunderclap woke up Zhang Sanyi, who was asleep, rubbed his head, which was still a little dizzy, and saw the little monk kick the quilt away, got up and pulled the quilt, covering the little monk.

Standing in front of the window, Zhang Sanyi looked outside, it was starting to rain again, mixed with hail, hitting the house, crackling, this damn weather.

I don't know if the window is not closed tightly enough to leak or what, Zhang Sanyi shrunk his neck, returned to the bed, sat down cross-legged, and since he woke up, he took advantage of the fact that the little monk was still asleep, practicing sword control.

The third time, the stinging pain in Zhang Sanyi's ninja's head, his eyes were a little blurry, and he finally saw the Qi Sword float up and floated to the level of his eyes, and then, suddenly, Zhang Sanyi's head had a sharp pain, and the Qi Sword trembled violently and fell.

I gasped for breath for a while, calmed down the pounding heart a little, and the brain hurt a lot.

Zhang Sanyi began to practice again, from floating up to one meter away from his body, Zhang Sanyi practiced almost five times, and his head hurt and he couldn't wait to smash it with his fist, it was no longer the kind of sleepiness he was at the beginning.

Now, he can't sleep even if he wants to.

Holding his head and putting on his shoes, Zhang Sanyi put on another piece of clothing, he wanted to go out to breathe, and breathing might make him feel a little more relaxed.

Passing by the dressing mirror in the corridor, Zhang Sanyi saw himself embarrassed in the mirror, his face was pale, his brows were wrinkled, and the sparse stubble, it seemed that he couldn't be described as embarrassed.

Smiling, Zhang Sanyi came to the door of the small hotel, standing under the eaves of the door, the cold wind was blowing, Zhang Sanyi closed the zipper, and occasionally hail was not blocked by the eaves, and it hit Zhang Sanyi's arm, which was quite painful.

I don't know when the rain will stop.

A car whistle broke Zhang Sanyi's sorrow, and a van drove towards the hotel and stopped at the door of the hotel, not far from Zhang Sanyi.

A middle-aged man got out of the car, his muscles were high and bulging, his face was fierce, and there was a woman with her hair tied up, holding an umbrella, the umbrella was pressed very low, Zhang Sanyi didn't see his face, and after that, there were four young people, who looked like they were eighteen or nineteen years old, probably wearing thin clothes, all shrunk into a ball, and walked briskly towards the hotel.

Zhang San subconsciously moved to the side, although he did not block the door of the hotel.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Sanyi, who was leaning against the wall, and let the woman with the umbrella enter the hotel, and Zhang Sanyi saw clearly that the four young people were wearing the same clothes, like Lan Wu's school uniform.

It seems that Teacher Lan Wu brought the students to the trial, right?

Without thinking about it, he also felt that he was breathing enough, Zhang San lined up his clothes against the wall, although there was no soil, and then turned around and returned to the small hotel.

Soon, the town was dark, and Zhang Sanyi began to practice again.

It doesn't hurt to practice more, whoever let him take risks this time, learn to control the sword, there will always be more safety.