Bang, bang!

Ye Xian is practicing swordsmanship.

Practice sword by chopping wood.

Put the firewood on the book and slash it with one sword, without hurting the book. This is the content of Ye Xian’s cultivation [Sword-Slaying Style].

After five years of persistence, he chopped hundreds of firewood every day, leaving behind piles of firewood like hills. Ye Xian finally mastered this sword.

In addition to [Sword-Slaying Style], over the past five years, Ye Xian has also practiced a [Sword-Slaying Style], and used a stroke to mark a five-centimeter-long vertical mark on a large tree with a diameter of at least 30 cm.

For this vertical mark, stabbing the sword a hundred times a day is the training content of [Sword-Stacking Style].

At the same time, a piece of white paper was pasted on the other side of the vertical mark. If one day Ye Xian could pierce the tree along the vertical mark without hurting the white paper, then he would have mastered the sword.

Unfortunately, I haven't practiced it yet.

In terms of swordsmanship, in addition to practicing Wudang's swordsmanship routines, Ye Xian mainly practiced these two basic skills.

As for other aspects:

Internal strength, Ye Xian has been using sleeping skills to consolidate himself and nourish himself with the basic method of breathing. He has never touched "Pure Yang Wuji Gong". However, now he feels that his foundation is almost done, so he is ready to start practicing.

Although this was two years longer than the first three years I thought about, and although this made Ye Xian much behind Song Yuanqiao in internal strength, he felt the perfect coordination between the solid, steady and heavy true energy in his body and the body, Ye Xian felt it was worth it!

Fist and foot, mainly practiced Wudang Mian Palm. The current effect is average, and I have not fully grasped the true meaning of Mian. When used, either the true energy is excessive and the desire is lost, or the heat is insufficient, and the softness is not soft and has no lethality.

Light skills are the best practices of Ye Xian. Wudang Tie Yunzong, jumping three times in one jump, up to twenty meters, stepping like flying, rushing, and walking on the top of the tree, it is fleeting. It can be said that except for Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang, no one is stronger than Ye Xian in light skills.

If something really happens, hard steel and other things are nonsense. Running away to save your life is the most important thing. Therefore, Ye Xian used his light skills to occupy almost one-third of his energy, and he was naturally more proficient.

"Senior Brother, Master is back." Looking at the wood split in half and the book that was not damaged below, Ye Xian was happily preparing to use stones to replace the wood and upgrade the practice method of [Sword-cutting]. At this time, Song Yuanqiao ran over.

In five years, both of them have grown up.

If Ye Xian has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, beautiful and handsome, every move is full of immortality and a bookish spirit, then Song Yuanqiao has a national face, a determined face, and his words and deeds have a mature aura of a poor family as a child who was already in charge.

"I brought us a junior brother back." Song Yuanqiao said with a breath.

"Little junior brother? Let's go and have a look." Ye Xian smiled and put away his long sword.

In the hall, behind Zhang Sanfeng was a boy in a coarse linen who was about ten years old. The boy looked at Ye Xian and Song Yuanqiao with a little timidity and fear on his face.

"Xian'er, Yuanqiao, from now on, Lianzhou will be your junior brother." He smiled and pulled Yu Lianzhou, and Zhang Sanfeng introduced to the two, "Your junior brother's family was harmed by Taoist Baishu. When his master saw that he was lonely and helpless, he had great martial arts qualifications, he took him back to his subordinates. You must take good care of him and let him get out of his sadness as soon as possible."

"Master, don't worry, we will definitely take good care of our junior brother." Ye Xian nodded, rubbed Yu Lianzhou's little head with a smile, and then looked at Zhang Sanfeng, "Master's trip is considered smooth? Can the danger of Emei be solved?"

Emei was attacked by Taoist Baishu, and came to ask for help. This time, Zhang Sanfeng went down the mountain to leave for Emei.

"I have already killed Taoist Baishu, and the danger of Emei has been resolved." Zhang Sanfeng said softly, "Master Fengling will come to Wudang in three months to thank him in person. You must be ready to welcome the guests."

"Master, don't worry, the second junior brother will definitely make arrangements." Ye Xian promised to continue to ravage Yu Lianzhou.

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao's mouths twitched slightly. Fortunately, they were both used to Ye Xian's style and were too lazy to talk about him.

However, Yu Lianzhou looked at this scene with a curious look on his face.

"The exchange between the sects of the martial arts are naturally indispensable. Xian'er, as a senior brother, you have to shoulder the heavy burden!" He patted Ye Xian's shoulder and checked the cultivation of the true qi in his body. Zhang Sanfeng said earnestly.

"Master, you know that in terms of cultivation, my disciples are much worse than the second junior brother. I heard that the disciples of Emei have produced a genius, and I am afraid that the disciples are not as good as the disciples. If they win, they might as well let the second junior brother fight. If they win, they mean that I am powerful in Wudang and lose. If they lose, I can also say that I am courteous. After all, my senior brother did not take action." Ye Xian said very seriously.

Then Zhang Sanfeng was shocked very seriously.

"Hiss~~~It hurts!!!"

Covering his head, Ye Xian shouted, it was really painful. His master was very cautious in his actions. He would not hurt you if he hurts you, and even let you hide. Ye Xian was helpless.

Ye Xian was helpless, and Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ye Xian speechlessly.

It's not as righteous as people say.

My apprentice... Zhang Sanfeng himself admires him very much.

I really admire Ye Xian’s character.

Victory, defeat, honor and disgrace are completely in mind.

In order to have a solid foundation and not make any mistakes in the future, he actually practiced the basic skills for five years. "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" is placed next to it and read it every day, but never really practiced it. Zhang Sanfeng has never seen this kind of mind in any man in the world.

Adhere to yourself, extraordinary patience, and extraordinary understanding. Practice swords every day, unimpeded by wind and rain, unique sword training methods, and unconventional cultivation experiences always point directly to the essential questions. Although the qualifications seem mediocre and the cultivation speed is a little slower, in Zhang Sanfeng's opinion, his great disciple is truly unlimited.

In addition, since I was raised from childhood, I was like a parent-child, and I liked it so much.

That's the character...

It’s a bit naughty, it doesn’t matter, it’s better to grow up slowly. What makes Zhang Sanfeng speechless is that he is too cautious, or he is afraid of death!

When I went to Emei, I wanted to take him with me to give him a better understanding and see the beautiful girl. Who knew that when this kid heard about going to fight, he immediately stopped following him.

The reason is even simpler and straightforward: if you haven’t achieved any skill, you won’t notice that kind of chaotic scene, and your disciple will probably die if you accidentally!

When going down the mountain to buy, I have to pull my junior brother, and I must have two people together.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and a big hand grabbed Ye Xian's head. Zhang Sanfeng said angrily, "Stop screaming, you don't look like a senior brother at all, and you are not afraid of making your junior brother laugh."

Just at this moment, Yu Lianzhou's mouth was curved in a curve, and he disappeared instantly after hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words.

"Master, look, the younger brother finally smiled and let you kill him in the cradle." Ye Xian said with a helpless and pity, "You really don't understand my good intentions as the elder brother."

"You talk too much. Three months later, Master Fengling will come. If you compete in martial arts, you must go on. I want to see what the sword technique you have been thinking about is like." After that, Zhang Sanfeng was a very serious thunder.

If you dare to say this to me, Master, I really think I have no temper?
Chapter completed!