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Chapter 111: Spiritual energy, rest your life!

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As long as you can hit it, I will give you a blow.

In the living room, the girl Yuanyuan was stunned. She glanced at the small half of the scabbard exposed at her waist and couldn't help but get angry: "How dare you look down on me, look at the knife!"

call!

A gust of wind blew in the living room. It was a scimitar that was about a foot long. As soon as the girl took out the knife, her whole temperament became calm. The knife cut across and made a hissing sound. It was silvery under the light, like

A ball of moon shadow spread out.

Simple and neat!

clang!

The sword light came and went with such force that the girl was bounced three feet high, staggered to the ground, and then took three steps back. She switched hands holding the knife and shook it hard, her face turned pale.

"Yuanyuan, are you okay?" Qi Yunfei was startled.

"fine!"

The girl named Yuanyuan gritted her teeth and glanced at the scimitar in her hand. A clear fingerprint was left on the manganese steel blade. Her eyes were shocked and her expression changed. Then she took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and moved towards Su Qinian.

He bowed deeply and said loudly: "I was wrong!"

With a look of admiration in his eyes, Su Qinian glanced at the back of the sword facing outward, nodded, and said, "Then it's settled."

"Please give me more advice!"

The girl bowed again, without the previous contempt and detachment. Su Qinian was a little surprised. This kind of character was rare. He didn't expect to meet a good prospect.



At night.

Su Qinian sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at the bright moon hanging high outside the window. This was a civilization that was very similar to the earth in another time and space. As time passed, he grasped the void and time, and began to speculate that maybe this

The square world, and even the other eight people who arrived at the same time as him, as well as tens of thousands of other young masters from all the heavens and hundreds of tribes, walked into... not the same time and space.

The gorgeous starry sky behind the stone gate may not be what you see in front of you...

Feeling the whispers in the next room, Su Qinian shook his head with a smile, closed his ears, and sat quietly to nourish his energy.

Early the next morning, before dawn, the two girls got up and practiced swordplay in the sun room. Su Qinian opened his eyes and looked out the window. Compared to Hua Yuan, Qi Yunfei's physique was slightly worse by two points.

, the bottom plate is also slightly loose. The only thing that can beat Huayuan is the knife frame. It is extremely pure. Different from the thick and shallow knife frame of Huayuan, the effect of tempering the body is much better.

This practice lasted for a full hour, until the morning sun began to rise. At early seven o'clock, the two of them returned indoors, took a shower, and then took out high-energy meat from the refrigerator and started heating it.

Yes, for swordsmen practicing swordsmanship, especially for professional swordsmen, there is no such thing as a light breakfast. Tonic, tonic, and tonic! Only by eating and practicing can you nourish your flesh and blood and increase your strength, even if you are high.

The same is true for professional swordsmen, but the food they eat is more scientific and advanced.

"Brother Su, don't you want to eat?"

Following Qi Yunfei, Hua Yuan, a carefree girl, also shouted in a familiar manner, but she no longer had the presumptuousness before, but had a bit more of a pleasing flavor. She is not stupid. After thinking about it, she is a Xingtai

The vice-president of the Sword Club of a high-level martial arts school has some strength. He just passed the second level of the profession some time ago, and he can easily defeat her with one finger and leave fingerprints on the full moon sword forged from high manganese steel.

, what is this concept?

Great master!

Master Wu from the Pingfeng Knife Hall is definitely not as good as him. In the conversation last night before going to bed, Feifei's description confirmed her guess. He was even stronger and could shoot sonic knives. He didn't have a seventh-level professional physique.

It may be able to support it, regardless of its origin, at least she and Feifei have nothing worthy of each other's desire. At this age and at this height, she has made up her mind to hold on to this thigh. Famous swords are hard to find in the world, and famous teachers are hard to find.

Even harder to find.

Regardless of the size of the knife shops in the city, there are many people who are just trying to make a fool of themselves. Those with real skills are priced very high. At least for ordinary people, it is difficult to afford them. The poor are rich in culture and martial arts. In many cases, it is not ordinary people who lack talent.

, but there are really no opportunities and resources, coupled with the control of the aristocratic family's advanced sword skills and people's nature of cherishing their swords, it is really not easy for ordinary people to achieve success on the road of professional swordsmen.

"No more eating, that's enough."

Su Qinian shook his head. He recalled the past with emotion, but he could not indulge himself. The world was by no means as simple as imagined. After the killing power was weakened tens of millions of times, although he did not feel it in this Xingtai city, he felt it in a few years.

From this direction, he vaguely felt a few vague qi energy, which actually caused the death knife in the divine court to tremble slightly and produce a reaction.

"Brother Su, do you usually take nutrient solution? I can apply to the school to see."

Hua Yuan said seriously that she had heard that high-level professional swordsmen do not eat high-energy meat. Firstly, there are impurities. Secondly, there is no nutrient solution to absorb, which saves time.

"Let's go after eating. One day, you will understand." Su Qinian said without saying anything more.

"oh."

Hua Yuan curled her lips. She felt that Su Qinian, a great master, was good at everything, but he was too cold, or a little old-fashioned. His speaking style was the same as that of his elders, which made them feel like they were a generation behind.

After going out for a jog, the two girls insisted on walking. The taxi driver glanced at them and drove away without even leaning to the side. These martial artists who practice swordsmanship are a group of masochists, and few of them know how to enjoy themselves.

Su Qinian followed beside him. He walked slowly, as if he were taking a walk, but even if the two girls started to jog, they would always stay two meters behind and never fall behind.

In about twenty minutes, the three of them arrived at Xingtai Higher Martial Arts School.

This is one of the few three higher martial arts schools in Xingtai City. Xingtai City is not big in the first place. It can only be ranked outside the top 100 among the cities in Daxia provinces. It is already rare to have three third-rate higher martial arts schools.

Needless to say, the other two higher martial arts schools, Gul and Sanjiang, are both considered top-notch among the third-rate schools.

Xingtai Higher Martial Arts School has been added to the last place. Perhaps the only thing worthy of praise now is its long history. Three hundred years ago, there were many extremely powerful sword masters who held high positions and shone in all directions. Looking at the entire Daxia,

It is a first-class existence.

Walking into the old iron gate covered with ivy, there were not many students walking around in the school. Some were more lazy and frivolous. This kind of energy made Su Qinian shake his head slightly. The school was just like the black and yellow land.

If a martial arts sect, like an aristocratic family, loses its energy and spirit, it will begin to decline, which is also a sign of decline.

The Sword Club is located in a similarly low, old one-story gymnasium behind the school building.

Squeak!

The mottled wooden door covered with tinplate was pushed open, and a small group of people were already standing squarely inside.

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