"You were a piece of shit some time ago, but your performance in this competition was like a monster. How did you do it?"
Ding Sanshi asked.
"Ah, well, the situation is like this. After I got the bad news about my father that day, I was greatly stimulated. My mind was in a trance. My whole person was confused, as if I had lost my soul. Later, I don't know what happened, and suddenly
I had severe headaches, and then something very strange happened, Mr. Ding, guess what it was?"
Lin Beichen's eyes rolled, and he began to think about how to lie.
Ding Sanshi asked: "Did you become smarter after having a headache?"
"Ah, that's it. Ding Jiaoxi, you are simply amazing. My admiration for you, Ding Jiaoxi, is like a torrential river, which is endless, and like a river that is overflowing and out of control..."
"Stop talking nonsense and talk about the business."
"Okay, as you guessed, after being stimulated, I seem to have become a lot smarter, and I can actually have a photographic memory..."
Lin Beichen got off the road and started making up stories.
Ding Sanshi said in surprise: "Is there such a thing? So, you were able to achieve such good results in the literary test because you have a photographic memory?"
"Yes, yes."
Lin Beichen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
This is a lesson for you to figure out for yourself.
"Go on."
Ding Sanshi said.
ah?
What to say next?
I haven't compiled it yet.
Lin Beichen is a bit clever.
He had no choice but to fully open his mind, and suddenly an idea came to him. He thought of the scene in the classic movie "Su Qier" by Master Xing, in which Su Chaharcan practiced "Sleeping Arhat Fist", and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Aha, not only have I become smarter, but I have also discovered something even more incredible. Once I fall asleep, I can practice swordplay in my dream. Many sword moves that I cannot see clearly or understand when I am awake can be practiced in my dream.
Understand it clearly and clearly, and then when you wake up from the dream, you will understand it naturally."
Ding Sanshi's mouth grew.
Practicing sword in dream?
If someone else said this, Ding Sanshi would not hesitate to teach him how to be an honest person using the Three Swordsmanship.
But what Lin Beichen said...
Ding Sanshi remembered that he had been secretly monitoring these nights and indeed saw Lin Beichen lying in the tent and sleeping soundly as soon as he came back. Moreover, during class, he would often lie on the table and sleep...
Could this bastard really be practicing swordplay in his dream?
In this world, there are countless warriors, capable people, and gods.
So it is not impossible for something like this to happen, which sounds ridiculous.
"So, after I explained the [Basic Swordsmanship Three Close Combinations] in class that day, it only took you three days to practice these three sword styles to the level you are today?"
Ding Sanshi asked.
Lin Beichen said: "That's not all. There is also [Medium Xuan Qi Condensation Technique], which I also practiced in my dream."
Ding Sanshi took a breath of air.
More than just practicing swordsmanship?
Can you still practice Xuan Qi?
Can you kill someone in your dream?
"It sounds a bit unbelievable. I practiced in a dream and reached this level in three days..." Ding Sanshi pondered for a moment and said: "How sure are you of tomorrow's competition?"
Lin Beichen said with a smile: "There should be no problem."
Ding Sanshi frowned.
Lin Beichen said confidently: "Hey, Mu Xinyue, that green tea bitch, came here just now and said that she hopes to give way to him in the ring tomorrow. It can be seen that she has no confidence in her own heart."
Ding Sanshi said: "If you think so, then you are in danger."
Lin Beichen said: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Ding Sanshi said: "She did that just to make you relax your vigilance. In today's competition in the ring, Mu Xinyue defeated Yue Hongxiang. Did you see clearly the swordsmanship she performed?"
Some beautiful pictures suddenly appeared in Lin Beichen's mind, and he nodded: "You can see clearly, it's big, tall, and round..."
"Um?"
Ding Sanshi was startled, then realized what he was doing. He became furious and beat Lin Beichen violently.
The old teacher said angrily: "That girl is performing a one-star sword skill [Star Sword Technique], and it has reached the level of the second level of 'entering the house'. It is very powerful. Although you have mastered [Basic Sword Technique Close Body Three
Lian] has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, but when the time comes, the chances of winning are still slim."
"Enter the palace? Peak perfection?"
Lin Beichen got up from the ground with a bruised nose and face, scratched the back of his head: "Is this the realm of cultivation?"
Ding Sanshi sighed.
This prodigal son really has no foundation at all.
"The training of any combat skill, from the beginning to the complete mastery, is divided into five stages, which are the first glimpse of the door, the entry into the room, the mastery, the mastery and the peak perfection. Your mastery of the Three Swordsmanship is the peak perfection.
There is no possibility of making too much progress, because the power of the Three Swords Style has been pushed to its limit by you."
Ding Sanshi explained.
Lin Beichen understood a little bit.
"Then what should I do to defeat Mu Xinyue 100%?"
he asked.
Lin Beichen did not doubt the judgment of an experienced swordsmanship instructor for tomorrow's battle.
Therefore, he suddenly became very sincere and open-minded, actively asking for advice.
"Actually, after the [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations of Close Combat] reaches the peak and perfect level, there is still a killing move hidden, called [Beidou Lin]. You have to watch it, I will only use it three times."
Ding Sanshi's expression became serious.
He raised his hand.
Canglang!
The long sword on Lin Beichen's waist was unsheathed and flew into his hand as if it had hit a magnet.
Swish, brush, brush!
The first three moves are exactly [Basic Swordsmanship Three Close Combinations].
At the moment when the Three Swordsmanship ended, the long sword in Ding Sanshi's hand burst out with seven sword lights, like a peacock opening its tail. At the same time, there was the sound of seven long swords piercing the air.
Grab, grab, grab, grab!
On a tree nearby, seven sword holes appeared directly.
The hairs all over Lin Beichen's body slowly calmed down.
The moment the sword light burst out, a terrible sense of chill and horror enveloped him, making his hair instantly explode.
This move [Beidou Lin] is a bit strong.
"Do you see clearly?"
Ding Sanshi put away his sword and asked.
Lin Beichen nodded repeatedly: "I see clearly."
It was actually recorded clearly.
The whole process was secretly recorded on his mobile phone.
This sword technique is very clever and terrifying.
Don't look at the [Seven Phantom Swords of Cold Python] used by Wu Xiaofang today. One sword has several shadows, but it is just an illusion. Only one is a real sword blade, and the other sword shadows have no lethality.
But Ding Sanshi's style [Beidou Lin] is different.
The seven sword shadows are all actual sword blades.
No matter which one is hit, you will be seriously injured.
Awesome Plath!
Lin Beichen nodded silently in his heart.
"Okay, then open your eyes wide, I will use it for the second time now..."
Ding Sanshi said.
Lin Beichen quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, teach me, that's enough, that's enough, I can see clearly, no need, just do it once."