Time passed quietly inadvertently, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Ming had come to Xinglu Academy for half a year.

From the scorching heat of summer to the cool of autumn, the lush green leaves are gradually withering, and it is clear that autumn is coming to an end.

A faint darkness of night envelops the day!

Under the waterfall, the boy is squatting as before, which has almost become a habit of the teenager, looking at the slightly bulging muscles on the boy's body, giving people a feeling full of explosive power.

"This year's martial arts competition is different from the past, especially the rewards for the top ten, so, for the teacher, I plan to pass on your five-style basic swordsmanship in advance, you kid must step into the top ten, understand?" Lin Tianchong glared at Yang Ming and said lightly.

Hearing this, Yang Ming under the waterfall frowned slightly, and couldn't help but ask out loud: "Could it be that among the top ten rewards in this martial arts competition, there are still things that Master needs?"

"Do you think that being a teacher will be rare these things? The person who really needs this reward is yourself, after these months of high-intensity training, the veins in your body have gradually become overwhelmed, if you don't want to become a waste in the future, you must go through external forces to nourish the veins in the body, only in this way, can you continue high-intensity training without leaving dark diseases. Lin Tianchong glanced at Yang Ming angrily and said.

"In this way, among the top ten prizes in this year's martial arts competition, there are treasures that contain the vein?"

Yang Ming is not a fool, hearing Lin Tianchong's words, he immediately understood, no wonder Lin Tianchong had to spend three years to make up for his defects, if it wasn't for Li Xuanqing's sideways intervention, Lin Tianchong would not have risked the damage of his veins to let Yang Ming train so high-intensity.

"Master, don't worry, the top ten of this year's freshman martial arts competition will have a place for me Yang Ming. Under the waterfall, Yang Ming swung out a sword, as if he had made an oath, and his tone was full of firmness.

"Hehe, okay, I like your arrogant temperament as a teacher, but I seem to have heard that someone has opened up three veins a few days ago, if nothing else, at the end of the year, we should be able to go further and open up the fourth vein, do you think you can defeat them one by one in just half a year?" Lin Tianchong looked at the young man with a smile and said jokingly.

"Li Xuanqing has opened up nine veins, I'm not afraid, will I be afraid of them?" Yang Ming said with a disdainful expression. Maybe he never underestimated his peers, but he was never afraid of fighting, but after hearing the martial arts competition, the blood in his body gradually boiled.

This is the martial arts world he imagined.

"Character!"

Looking at the high-spirited Yang Ming, Lin Tianchong couldn't help but smile slightly, and said, "It's not early, now go back and rest, starting tomorrow, I will pass on the five postures of your basic swordsmanship." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ming came out of the waterfall, squatted for four hours in one breath, and was not as exhausted as he was at the beginning, but felt that his legs were a little sore.

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The next day, at noon!

After Yang Ming got out of class, he came to the waterfall, he took a deep breath of cool air, and listened to the sound of the waterfall crashing against the rocks like angry waves.

At the bottom of the waterfall, Lin Tianchong sat cross-legged, the black iron sword lying across his thigh, and he didn't slowly open his eyes until Yang Ming approached the waterfall.

"From today onwards, after you squat for two hours, you have to practice the five-style basic sword technique a hundred times, and within three months, you must be able to swing the five-style basic sword technique thousands of times in one breath, in addition, you have to run thirty kilometers with a weight every day, and at the same time you must bring a black iron heavy sword. Looking at the young man who was walking slowly, Lin Ming suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Yang Ming couldn't help but gasp, after this series of training, even if Yang Ming didn't lose his strength and died, he would definitely be tired enough.

Yang Ming suddenly closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly exhaled a breath, opened them suddenly, looked at Lin Tianchong and said, "Teacher, I'm ready." ”

"Then let's start!" Lin Tianchong slowly stood up, the black iron sword weighing as much as a thousand catties seemed to be nothing in his hand, and a sword was swung out, and a faint voice sounded in Yang Ming's ears.

"The basic swordsmanship is divided into five styles, splitting, stabbing, chopping, picking, slashing, these five styles of swordsmanship seem simple, but extremely practical, but most people ignore this, if you can be under the waterfall, swing thousands of times in one breath, plus my guidance, this competition should enter the top ten should be no suspense. ”

For the first time, Lin Tianchong gave him a reassuring pill, he had always believed in his master's words, looking at the five basic swordsmanship that Lin Tianchong swung out in one breath, Yang Ming secretly memorized it.

"A thousand times?"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming's fists clenched, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, he understood in his heart that powerful power was piled up by countless blood and sweat, and in the dictionary of those who practiced martial arts, there was no such thing as "sit back and enjoy it".

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Under the rushing waterfall, the young man held a black iron heavy sword, wielding one move at a time, although there were only five styles of swordsmanship coming and going, but the young man was extremely serious.

The young man is steady with his sword, not as domineering as Lin Tianchong, but he exudes a sense of simplicity, a bit like a taste of returning to the basics.

Outside the waterfall, Lin Tian Chong sat on a rock, his eyes locked on the sword-wielding boy, and from time to time he pointed out, making the five-style basic swordsmanship more perfect.

"Master, this black iron sword... It's too heavy, and now with my strength, I can completely smash a cow to death, but I can only swing the five-style basic sword technique more than thirty times. Panting and exhaling, Yang Ming came up from the waterfall with his tired body in tow, and couldn't help but rub his sore arms, and said in a somewhat weak voice.

"At your pace, I estimate that even if you are given a year, you may not be able to swing it a thousand times in one go. Lin Tianchong looked at Yang Ming, who was a little out of strength, and a faint voice came into his ears: "These five basic swordsmanship can be said to be a set of swordsmanship, and you must use your strength to swing ......it out coherently."

Listening to Lin Tianchong's explanation, Yang Ming nodded as if he didn't understand, and after resting for half an hour, he entered the training again.

If these five basic swordsmanship are to be coherent, it is necessary to find this borrowing point, and only in this way can we use the strength to swing continuously......

"Idiot, don't you know how to swap these five styles of swordsmanship?" Seeing that Yang Ming still swung the black iron sword step by step, Lin Tianchong glared at Yang Ming angrily and scolded.

Hearing this, Yang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and if he wanted to find the borrowing point of the swordsmanship, it was a good note to constantly switch and use it.