Xu Changfeng almost trotted all the way from Chang'an West City to Qingzhu Sword Academy. Originally, he just wanted to go into the West Market to buy a sword to make do with it, after all, as a cultivator, how could he do it without a sword in his hand? Who would have thought that he would encounter this rusty sword, he was very surprised.

Fortunately, he didn't delay too much time, Xu Changfeng walked quickly through the green bamboo forest, and as yesterday, when he walked into the school, it was already full of people, and the teaching had not yet arrived, Xu Changfeng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He did not immediately enter the school, but stood in the doorway and looked around for a while, until he saw a girl with a long ponytail and a green hairpin on her head, and he walked in lightly.

When everyone saw a figure coming in, they thought it was a lesson, so they couldn't help but put away their minds and sit up slightly. When everyone looked at it, they didn't want to come to this person, it would be Xu Changfeng!

Xu Changfeng was holding an oil umbrella in one hand and a long sword in the other, and his expression was even more shocking.

The girl he was looking at was reading a book seriously, until Xu Changfeng walked behind her, he didn't notice it, the girl turned around slightly, and saw an umbrella delivered at a glance, and her clear eyes flashed several times.

"This umbrella will be returned to you. Xu Changfeng handed the umbrella to the girl, and the eyes in the school once again converged on Xu Changfeng.

Wei Xueying slowed down for a while and reached out to take the umbrella, she didn't think about taking the umbrella back, thinking that Xu Changfeng should not come back the next day to humiliate herself, but he still came! ”

But in the eyes of others, the focus is completely different.

"That's Wei Xueying's umbrella? How did you Xu Changfeng get it? Wei Xueying doesn't know you, why did he lend you the umbrella?"

The most angry person is Wei Changting. He pursued Wei Xueying for nearly half a year, not to mention an umbrella, or even a pen that he had never borrowed.

After Xu Changfeng returned the umbrella to Wei Xueying, he turned around and returned to the table from yesterday and sat down, put the long sword aside, turned around and took the book off the shelf, opened it and read it carefully.

Now that he is considered a cultivator, he can naturally read this book.

Ma Yan on the side couldn't help but glance at Xu Changfeng a few times. He really underestimated Xu Changfeng yesterday, and he, like Wei Xueying, thought that Xu Changfeng would not come to the Sword Academy again today. Not only that, but he actually borrowed Wei Xueying's umbrella, which is really not something that ordinary people can do, could it be that the two of them are relatives or something else?

Xu Changfeng didn't pay any attention to these, no matter what others thought of him, as long as he had a clear conscience, it was enough.

Yesterday, Xu Changfeng didn't read the book carefully, just casually glanced at it twice and closed it. At this point he opened from the first page and looked word by word.

It is written in the book that starting from the washing of the marrow is even if it is a practice. The path of cultivation is difficult and dangerous, and practitioners need to constantly climb mountains and mountains and cross chasms in order to reach the peak realm. Therefore, cultivators who stay in different realms will also have a gap in strength.

The marrow washing realm is called the first-order cultivation, and the upper level is the second-order condensing realm, the third-order foundation building, and the fourth-order channeling spirit...... As for the peak cultivators at the top, they have the strength to split mountains and cut off flowing water, and they are unstoppable.

Unconsciously, Xu Changfeng was interrupted by a neat "Teaching and learning morning", and only then did he realize that the teaching had come to the school.

The lectures of the new students are explained according to the content of the practice book in each person's hand, and now that more than half a year has passed, most of the knowledge about cultivation has been explained, and Xu Changfeng is difficult to understand even if he listens to the lectures. He simply didn't listen to it, and studied the knowledge in front of the practice book alone.

Every time he opened a page of the book, it was like discovering a new world for Xu Changfeng, and he couldn't imagine that there was such a thing. Why is it that the northern land is blocked by the Great Wall of wind and snow, while the southern wilderness is divided into counties with the spirit clan?

It turns out that Nanjun is an important city, and if anyone captures Nanjun, it is equivalent to choking the throat of the entire Southern Wasteland. Moreover, although the Southern Desolate Spirit Clan is located in a remote area, they are all born cultivators, even if their talent is poor, they can reach the second and third order of cultivation.

Therefore, in the early years, when the prosperous dynasty pacified the Southern Wilderness, the losses were extremely heavy. Even if the Shengshi Dynasty was powerful, it would not be possible to come up with an army full of cultivators.

In desperation, the two sides can only turn Nanjun into a neutral zone, as long as they do not cross the border of their respective towns.

An hour and a half passed, and before today's morning class left, he suddenly said that today's sword trial class would not be needed first, and the arranged teaching and training had asked for leave, and there was no way to arrange other teaching exercises to teach for a while.

Hearing the news, many people were happy. The sword trial class seems to be more interesting than listening to lectures in the school, but in fact it is more boring. The so-called sword trial class is to point out the practitioner's body and swordsmanship one by one, and a movement is likely to be repeated more than ten times, even if it is the most basic pile, they have practiced for more than half a year, in fact, it is also for excellence.

Cultivation is not just about sitting and introducing aura to become a strong person, even if you cultivate to a high level, if you don't have a good ability, you can't become a strong person. Even on the battlefield, a slight negligence may result in the death of the enemy's three-foot sword.

After the teacher left, the students in the school talked in a low voice, where to go to retreat, or which teacher to learn swordsmanship.

Xu Changfeng stood up and stretched his muscles, only to see Wei Changting walking towards him menacingly, "Xu Changfeng, don't you want to learn swords?

Wei Changting deliberately raised his voice a few points, and his voice echoed throughout the school.

Before Xu Changfeng could speak, Ma Yan beside him shouted, "Wei Changting, you don't bully people here, if Xu Changfeng really wants to learn the sword, he will find a teacher to teach him, and you don't need to worry about it." ”

"Ma Yan, is your skin itchy again?" Seeing this, Wei Changting couldn't help but scold, "I asked Xu Changfeng and didn't ask you, what kind of horse mouth did you use a mouse to insert." ”

Wei Changting's words made many teenagers who usually had a good relationship with him laugh.

"You!" Ma Yan's face flushed with anger, and he couldn't help but draw his sword.

"Alright. Xu Changfeng hurriedly spoke, "Since Wei Changting wants to teach me swordsmanship, if I refuse, wouldn't I not appreciate it?"

"You ......" Ma Yan looked at Xu Changfeng and couldn't hold back a word for a long time. He wanted to say that you are a fool, but when he turned his head, it was too hurtful. It's just that apart from being a fool, Ma Yan really can't figure out what other words to describe Xu Changfeng's move.

"Then please, bring your sword, I'll be waiting for you in the sword training ground. Wei Changting said, laughing secretly in his heart, he thought that Xu Changfeng would not dare to agree, he had even thought of sarcastic words. Who knew that this fool really agreed, which was more in line with his heart.

"Today's new accounts are counted together with the old accounts, and I can't recognize your father and mother if I don't see it. Wei Changting thought proudly in his heart.

Xu Changfeng lifted his sword and walked out of the school very calmly.

Xu Changfeng is not a person who likes to cause trouble, but this Wei Changting has come to offend him one after another, and now that he has cleared his marrow, if he shows weakness again, it will really be the behavior of a coward.

Besides, he also wanted to find someone to try, what would be the Cold Rain Sword Sutra that he had comprehended yesterday in actual combat, and with the rusty sword that he had bought for twenty taels of silver, he was even more eager to fight.

It's just a swordsmanship, and it's not a battle of life and death, and Xu Changfeng has no worries in his heart. He really didn't believe that Wei Changting would dare to kill him in this Qingzhu Sword Academy, not to mention, he wouldn't be beaten obediently.

"Brother Wei, I look at Xu Changfeng as if it's a little weird, you better be careful. Huang Zixuan walked behind Wei Changting and said in a low voice.

"Be careful?" Wei Changting said without slashing, "With the strength of my second-order cultivation, I am still afraid that he will not be an ordinary person?"

Teaching swordsmanship? That was just a rhetoric on the surface, and at this time, Wei Changting had already imagined the scene of Xu Changfeng kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy in his mind.

Why Wei Xueying wanted to lend him an umbrella, Wei Changting didn't know, but today, he had to let Xu Changfeng not raise his head in front of Wei Xueying!

At this time, there were not many people on the sword training field, and the two distanced themselves. Even though the result of this "advice" is already obvious, many people are still curious, what is Xu Changfeng thinking in his heart?

Xu Changfeng took a deep breath, the rising sun fell on him, he held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and said silently in his heart: "Sword, out of the sheath!"