The white crane flies across the sky, the morning sun rises, the mountains and rivers begin to come alive, and the Tianxi Sect becomes extremely lively. A group of disciples are gathering in the martial arts field, holding sharp swords, wearing green clothes and immortal style bones, standing neatly.
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A flash of sword light flashed past their eyes, and everyone looked there. There was a man walking on the sword, flying back and forth, stopping from time to time.
But I saw that he had an extraordinary appearance, with thick eyebrows and small eyes looking in all directions, a raised mouth and a handsome face, a high nose and straight hair. He was wearing green clothes and black boots. It was really cold at a high place, and I was the first in the world.
"Eldest Brother's sword control skills are really amazing!"
"Yes, Senior Brother is Master's most proud disciple. If I had half of his talent, I wouldn't have to work hard anymore."
"I said you are new, have you seen it? By the time you reach the level of senior brother, maybe senior brother will be able to keep up with master!"
"Look, senior brother is down."
It turns out that the young man who wields the sword is Sun Wei's eldest apprentice, named Lin Qing. He was raised by Sun Wei since he was a child, and he was like his biological father. He taught Lin Qing almost half of his sword skills.
Sun Wei's swordsmanship is divided into eight levels, and Lin Qingyi has practiced it to the fifth level. He is considered the top master among the disciples in Tianxi Sect. No one can compare with him, so whenever new people come, he will lead them first.
Lin Qing slowly fell to the ground, with swords surrounding him like wind and clouds, making everyone's eyes wide open. They had never seen such a powerful master before, and it was an eye-opener for them today.
"Elder brother, I want to learn swordsmanship from you!"
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Gao Yipeng, I'm new here a few days ago."
Lin Qing looked at the young man Gao Yipeng and saw on his face that he was young, energetic and competitive, which made him remember his name in his heart, Gao Yipeng!
"I also want to learn swordsmanship!"
"and who are you?"
"My name is Zhou Yaxuan."
Lin Qing looked at Zhou Yaxuan again. His face was so passionate that it reminded him of his childhood. The master's repeated persecution made him what he is now, and also made him remember his name in his heart, Zhou Yaxuan!
"Senior brother, I also want to learn swordsmanship."
"I want to learn too!"
More people expressed their love for swordsmanship, looked at him with admiration, and began to flatter him, praising Lin Qing and so on.
Lin Qing was very calm and did not lose herself due to the praise from everyone. She began to look to the other side.
"What's your name?" Lin Qing asked.
There was a person standing on the other side. He didn't seem to like the excitement and was a little far away from the crowd. There was a kind of quietness on his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him and he didn't want to fight with others.
"Senior brother, my name is Tang Yunfeng."
It turned out to be Tang Yunfeng, who had never shown himself since he entered the Tianxi Sect, and was looked down upon by others in the main hall. After discussion with the elders, everyone was settled. Finally, Tang Die was sent to Privet Monastery by the elders, while the others were arranged together.
, led by Lin Qing, will not be able to select a unique disciple until the time is right and his physical fitness improves.
"Others ask me to teach them swordsmanship, why don't you respond?"
"Senior brother, I can't even hold a sword, how can I practice swordsmanship!"
"Now that you have joined Tianxi Sect, you are my junior brothers and will be treated equally. You have to believe that you can do it."
"Thank you, senior brother, I will work hard."
Lin Qing looked at everyone, signaled for silence, then put the sword in his hand, raised the sword and said, "Do you know what kind of sword this is?"
"Brother, what kind of sword is that?"
"Its predecessor was a dragon. I subdued it from the well sea. In order to prevent my people from getting hurt, I turned it into this sword and used it as my weapon. I called it the Green Light Sword."
Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect Lin Qing's weapons to have such origins. The most excited person was Gao Yipeng. He even had some fantasies. If I had such a sharp weapon, my opponent might fall without me taking action.
Zhou Yaxuan has even more evil intentions. If I have this sharp weapon, why worry about failing to accomplish my great cause!
Everyone has their own ideas. Although Lin Qing is the object of their worship, their real thoughts are on swordsmanship. Only swordsmanship can make them stronger, so that they can become the exclusive disciples of the elders.
"Brother, please teach us swordsmanship quickly!" Gao Yipeng was so excited that he couldn't wait to learn swordsmanship and couldn't help but roared in the crowd.
Lin Qing stopped talking nonsense and asked everyone to hold the wooden sword. He made a sword-holding posture with the sword. He held the sword straight, looked forward, and squatted on horseback. These were the most basic moves.
"Junior brothers, the reason why my master's swordsmanship has reached the realm of perfection is because the sword is like a human being and the human being is like a sword. The human sword is truly integrated into one. If you want to be like him, you must grasp the basics and practice swordsmanship.
Let’s start with the sword, do you hear me?”
"heard it!"
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Lin Qing moved, took a step forward with the sword head, and shouted angrily. Everyone followed him and started to draw the sword like him. The lineup was a little scattered at first, but after a few rounds, it became orderly.
Wooden swords are like life. As long as they are immortal, they can change. The wise sword comes and goes into the world of mortals. The flying youth is a hero. Since ancient times, sharp swords have been produced in battles. Blood splattered on the battlefield shows prestige.
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Everyone moved together, their sharp voices resounding throughout the martial arts arena, and they were training enthusiastically.
"Why can't you even hold a sword?"
At this moment, Lin Qing looked at Tang Yunfeng and saw that the sword fell to the ground without even using a move. He wanted to try it again, but unexpectedly it still fell to the ground.
Lin Qing couldn't see it, so he picked up the wooden sword from the ground and handed it to him. He once said, "Is this wooden sword heavy?"
Tang Yunfeng took the wooden sword and did not dodge in the face of Lin Qing's doubts. He said: "Brother, it's not that the sword is heavy. Maybe I'm not qualified to practice swordsmanship!"
"Junior brother, you can't have no confidence in yourself. I believe you can do it. Come on."
Tang Yunfeng was a little moved, so he nodded, held the wooden sword tightly, tore a piece of cloth and tied it on his hand, and started practicing with everyone.
"Brother, I can do it."
Lin Qing praised him and then went to others for guidance.