Sleep until dawn.

Su Qiulian woke up and his stomach was rumbling. He turned over and got up. Through the window, he saw that it was still early, so he went to the kitchen to burn the fire, add water to the iron pot, and then go to wash.

The sweat towel was wrung out and hung back to the window. When the water in the kitchen pot was almost boiling, he picked out some melons and vegetables from the bamboo basket, cleaned them at the well, and picked up the kitchen knife beside him. With a wave of almost blurry afterimage, all the ingredients were cut and fell into the wooden basin.

At this time, the water boiled completely. Su Qiulian poured all the vegetables in, then cut off a piece of bacon, washed it for a while, and cut it into pieces, long strips as thick as a thumb and threw it into the pot. He covered it with a wooden cover, patted his hands and turned around and left the kitchen.

Pre-hospital.

Su Qiulian recalled the aftertaste brought him by chopping melons and vegetables just now, but he was still a little unfulfilled.

When his eyes closed, he saw the mysterious panel that recorded his skills in detail.

Su Qiulian

Status: Good

Realm: Wufu

Techniques: Five Tigers Broken Door Knife (Extraordinary), Tong'er Fist (Go to the Top), Grabbing Hand (Go to the Top), Xiao Tan's Leg (Go to the Top), Xiangdi Gong (not introductory), Mingyuan Gong (not introductory)

Lifespan: 82 years old (currently seventeen years old)

Title: Nameless Junior

Money: 657 gold

Items: Qiankun bag (only), black knife (normal), machete (inferior quality), silver silkworm clothes (inferior quality), straw shoes (inferior quality)

Included:

"Ming Yuan Gong" is incomplete (yellow level)

To reach the top, it is extraordinary.

Su Qiulian couldn't help but grin. He was probably the first person to practice the Five Tiger Breaking Gate Sword to this level? Even the senior who created this sword technique probably could not practice it to this level.

Su Qiulian returned to the room and took out the knife that he usually hung in the room and practiced quietly.

When practicing knife, when you practice knives, as you swing your strength, there will always be a whistling wind whistling wherever your knife passes. This is because the knife surface is wide and it will resist the wind when you use force. The wind flows on the knife surface and will naturally make a sound.

Now, Su Qiu was practicing swords, but he could only see the light and shadow of the sword, but he could not hear any sound.

After the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife broke through to the extraordinary, he could already reach a balance with the wind when he swung his sword, followed the wind flowing trajectory, and the wind moved the sword, and the wind moved and the sword walked, and the wind was silent, and the sword was silent.

If the wind roars, he can quickly find the difference between the wind and the wind, find gaps when the air flow is in, stay wherever he wants, and leave wherever he wants, without any obstacles.

Stay, the wind sounds and the knife sounds. When the wind leaves, the knife returns, and the sword goes, and do whatever you want.

Wind is just the most common and easiest way to rely on the “power flow” faced by a knife.

In addition to the wind, there are water, a rushing river and a calm lake.

In addition to water, there are soil, solid rocks and loose sand.

In addition to soil, there are wood, flexible grass and elastic materials.

Even the flame burning on the firewood is a kind of momentum.

This is a very subtle state of sword art.

After mastering the "momentum flow", in the future, he can use his knife to burst out with a much greater force than himself with the minimum force.

Su Qiulian looked at the wood that was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight. His eyes turned, and the knife passed by the ground, leaving a shallow mark. The stones had not moved, but had been divided into two pieces.

At this point, Su Qiulian took back the knife, and he gently stroked the knife's face, and the blade was as sharp as before.

Now he uses a knife. No matter what kind of knife he uses, the damage suffered by the blade body is reduced to the lightest under the influence of momentum.

After returning to the room and hanging a knife, Su Qiulian came to the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot. The vegetables inside were soft and cooked and fragrant. He took out the dough from another wooden basin. This was the noodles his father kneaded before going to bed last night.

I picked up the kitchen knife again, my wrist shaking, and pieces of noodles fell into the pot. In a blink of an eye, the dough in my hand was shaved.

After the pot cover, I turned to ask my father to get up and have breakfast.

...

Heyang Gang.

On the ring.

Su Qiu was not out of the sheath of the sword, and Xiao Tan's legs slashed and thrust, like a big knife, wild and swift, and the opponent was unable to resist. After a while, he hugged his head and admitted defeat.

The audience in the audience had never seen such leg skills before, and they were shocked.

Su Qiulian was also a little happy. He was originally just a try and planned to try to use legs instead of knife to see if Xiao Tan's legs can use the help of momentum to kick out stronger leg moves. Unexpectedly, it was really possible, but the power was just that. Su Qiulian probably thought it was barely similar to the third-rate martial arts "Chasing the Wind Leg".

Chasing the Wind Leg was an early leg skill that was used by one person in the ring next door, and Su Qiuxuan also got inspiration for this.

"Hmph, maybe I can pretend to be a master of lower leg skills in the future."

He muttered and walked off the ring.

The victory over the opponent today is not as fast as yesterday, but it is not slow either. Some viewers just lowered their heads and said a few words to others. The battle was over when they looked up.

Su Qiulian looked around and said that there were much fewer audiences today than yesterday, probably because most of the audiences were contestants, half of them were eliminated yesterday, and many of those who lost did not come to the Heyang Gang again.

Tomorrow, there will be fewer audiences.

Su Qiulian had already asked about his next competition schedule, but he had no intention of watching others' competitions. He walked straight home, and his father was still waiting for him to temper his body.

The place where Su Qiu practiced was slightly away from the Heyang Gang, but with his footwork, it would not take long. People who practiced martial arts had strength.

Once again, when passing by Guihua Street, Su Qiulian slowed down. There were two families holding funerals in this old street not far from his home.

He frowned. It seemed that someone had a funeral the day before yesterday. There were so many people who died recently. Could it be that there was a plague?

If it is really a plague, it will be terrible and many people will die.

Su Qiulian was a little worried, so he stepped forward and asked a few old sisters sitting on the threshold to eat melon seeds. Only then did he realize that it was not a plague, but a hanged person. The deceased's family was all good and rushed back to compete for the fields. Although two people died on the same day, it was a bit strange that they were both hanged, but anything could happen in this world.

Su Qiulian learned that it was not a plague, so he stopped paying attention.

When they returned home, the father and son began to train. Su Bin was the main training, and Su Qiu practiced the main training. Finally, Su Qiu practiced taking a medicinal bath and ended the long-term training.

The father and son had dinner. While Su Qiu was practicing washing dishes, Su Bin hurried out.

Su Qiu was tired of practicing all day. After taking a shower, she returned to her room and started a new round of "practice".

Scene switch.

Su Qiulian stood in an empty street, with heavy rain pouring down, and his sight was full of rain, almost connected to rain lines as thick as chopsticks. The mud was made into slurry by the rain, his clothes were instantly wet, and his eyes were also covered by the rain, making it difficult to open.

This heavy rain was unprecedented in Su Qiulian, as if the sky had been poked into a hole and the river water in the upper realm was poured back.

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The rainfall is densely falling and deafening.

Can't see or hear.

A spear was covered by the sound of rain and secretly pierced Su Qiu's heart.

The knife thread passed by, and the rain curtain was cut apart, like a curtain, and the spear splits from the tip of the spear to the end. At the end, there was a robber exposed under the rain curtain.

Su Qiulian crashed into the rain curtain, and the black knife slashed, and the rain was divided again. The robber solidified and did not move. The upper body slowly slid down. The lower body that was lying on the ground sprayed a large piece of plasma, which was soon diluted by the rain.
Chapter completed!