The instructor of the foreign town is a handsome young man with sharp eyes, just like a pair of sharp swords in his eyes, giving people a feeling of showing sharpness.

The instructor gave Li Erniu a wooden sword, and the status of each other could be seen from the sword. The higher the sword, the higher the status. Fang Chang's person holding the Hundred Refining Sword seemed quite abrupt in the crowd.

The teenagers here range from eight to sixteen years old. Before the age of eight, because of their fragile roots and bones, they can easily damage their bodies and cause chronic diseases. Only the people of the big family dare to let children learn swords at a young age because they have enough medicinal materials for them to exercise and let them wash their meridians and marrow.

The first step to practicing sword is to practice strength. Only when you have enough strength can you swing the sword in your hand out its due power. Although the sword cultivator is agile and agile, strength still plays a crucial role. The more advanced the sword, the harder the sword body, the heavier it is. Like the Bailian sword in Fang Chang's hand, it weighs two kilograms. Even a kilogram sword that has not been trained will feel dead and heavy. Just don't be on your waist, let alone pick it up and dance.

The wooden sword assigned to them by the instructor weighs 7 kilograms, which is quite heavy for those of them, such as children who are not well-bred. The sword is different from other things. Maybe it is a slight idea to hold the dumbbell of the O7 kilogram, but the sword has its length and is unevenly subjected to the force. You have to grab the lower end and raise the sword, and dance the sword again and again, which is a heavy burden on the body.

The instructor was still thinking of giving a wooden sword to Fang Changzai, but when he saw Fang Chang holding the Bailian Sword as relaxed as if holding a branch, he decisively gave up this idea.

For the two new students, the instructors did not expect anything from them. One was as thin as a monkey, and the other was old. What could they do when practicing swordsmanship?

Li Erniu was very weak, and it was difficult for him to practice his strength in the first step. He had to use both hands to swing the wooden sword. The instructor's requirement was to swing a hundred empty strokes, slash a hundred horizontal strokes, and pick a hundred upward strokes, totaling three hundred strokes.

The instructor did not expect him to complete it, and not many people even had the ability to complete this training.

But what surprised him was that this little boy had a stubbornness like a cow. He would not shout about being tired or giving up. He would not stop until he finished it for a day. Except for the lunch time, he was waving his sword at other times, one after another. Sweat wet the open space around him, and his whole body was trembling, from his hands to his arms to his thighs, as if he would fall down at any time.

His trembling face was pale and bloodless. He had no strength anymore. The long sword inserted into the land followed the sword body and a stream of sweat from his arm to the earth.

Li Erniu was very tired, but he was unwilling to give up. This was the only opportunity he could seize. For him, this opportunity was more important than his life. In the past, he could only complain about fate and hated that he was born at the wrong time, but now he has this opportunity. If he cannot seize it, it is not that fate is unfair to him, but that he is useless.

Li Erniu still fell down, and his perseverance was still unable to break through the boundaries of his body. But his perseverance made the instructor treat him with a different look and sent herbs to him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will stand up mentally tomorrow.

He only appreciated Li Erniu and recognized his perseverance. The other party was always aware of him, and he was completely shocked. This little face who was valued by Miss Ning and was treated with preferential treatment, had no problem in the first step of practicing his strength. He still waved the two kilograms of Bailian Sword to complete it. Is it possible that he had never practiced this strength before?

The second step is to hit the body. It is not enough to have strength in the sword light, but it also needs a strong body. The body is the key to carrying the sword power. The sword embryo has its spirituality. If the body is not strong enough to carry its power, the sword will not be recognized, even if it gets the powerful sword.

When it comes to simmering, their method is quite primitive. They actually use iron rods and thorns to repeatedly beat them with thorny whips. This method of simmering the body will die if you are not careful. The severity of the action and the limits of the body endurance must be coordinated by themselves. Some people are afraid of death, but they will not be able to beat them a few times. Some people are not afraid of death, but they will be beaten to death.

Many people will die if they have no background or resources. If they have no background or resources, they can only use the earth method and slap them again and again. New injuries are mixed with old injuries, and their skin becomes rough, and their bodies will become stronger.

Civilians can only use this method, but disciples of large families are not so tired. They can soak the medicine soup and use the power of medicine to stimulate their bodies. Civilians do not have this kind of capital, so they can only use their lives to bear it. If they want to break through the head and make a fortune, they only have their own lives.

It is also because of this factor that in the eyes of the city people, ordinary people's lives are very cheap and cheap, especially the group of rough farmers outside the city. They died like grass, and a group of them appeared one by one after another. The children were sent to the city one by one to find a way out.

The Ning family’s outer family enrolls fifty students every year. After a month, at least half of them will die. Most of the people who can’t die can be eliminated because they fail to meet the standards. This is pretty good. The Ning family has professional instructors, and the mortality rate can be controlled to a certain extent. However, other families outside the city also recruit servants and set up sword halls, but they are extremely despised of human lives. If a group of people enter, there may be only one who survives. Because of wound infection, excessive bleeding, and excessive fatigue, people will go in almost every day. Every day, there will be "people" being carried out, without even a tombstone, and they will be discarded like insignificant garbage under a corner outside the city.

For these people who grow tenaciously like weeds and continue to reproduce and provide manpower and screening in the city, do they have any opinions? Among the dead people, there are their children, their brothers and sisters. However, in the general environment, they can only accept it. Even for them, the so-called family and the so-called children are just a tool. Once this tool is successful, their whole family will become prosperous. It is not that there is no family affection, but that the existence of family affection becomes utilitarian and pale.

The city people who are disregarding human lives are absolutely evil and inhuman scumbags, no, they are also products of the general environment. The difference in moral values ​​is absolutely wrong if they are judged by the moral values ​​and values ​​of modern people. Therefore, there is actually no mistake in the practice of mines. This society does not need mercy, and human lives are not worth anything at all.

People who can complete the first step are actually strong enough to withstand multiple knocks.

The instructor was only responsible for guarding, and the remaining people cooperated in pairs, holding a long black iron plate and taking turns to hit the other person's body. There was also a girl here, who was only fourteen years old, but here, gender was never the problem they should pay attention to, and the girl was dirty and dark and rough in her skin. She usually lived with other boys and didn't avoid anything at all.

But this girl could hold on to the second step, and took off her top at this time. Naturally, she didn't have much figure. The other boys just took a look at it for a fresh look, and then everything was the same. The girl knocked her body like a boy, and beat her body to the point of blood.

Fang Changzai was new and had no slap partner. Seeing that it was his first time, the instructor came down to accompany him in person.

It seemed that he felt that he was relatively strong, so he picked up the second-level iron rod. The iron rod was as thick as his wrist. When he waved, the wind whistled, which was very terrifying. The other students couldn't help but shrink when they saw the thick iron rod. They had seen the scene of the instructor hitting people with iron rods. Each time they fell, the bones would be broken, which was quite terrible.

With one stick, the instructor did not keep his strength. In the howling wind, when everyone thought they could hear a scream, a thud sound rang out, without breaking, or even shouting.

Wouldn't be knocked out

The other students turned their eyes, but they were fine.

Fang Changzai didn't even learn to stance like others, and his body was still motionless.

"Put harder."

The instructor didn't believe that even if it was him, there would be a big bruise when he got this stick, but the stick only left a white mark on his back.

The instructor waved his strength again, and the blow used all his strength. With a fierce wave, the sound became louder and more harsh.

With a click, the iron rod was actually hit into a groove,

Feeling the trembling of his hands, the instructor thought he had hit a mountain, and Fang Chang was still moving, even looking at him with an scrutiny look.

Is this a monster? Even a swordsman can't achieve this kind of physical quality?

"Come on, let's play one."

The instructor drew out the sword at his waist. He didn't believe that such a person had never practiced the sword.

Fang Changzai also wanted to see how strong the so-called first-class master is, and he drew the Bailian Sword to compete with him.

The students moved aside and left a large area for them. It was the first time they watched the duel of first-class masters, for fear of being injured by accident.

The instructor held the sword in his hand and his whole aura became different.

One of the students living in Room A could not help but rub his palms when he saw the instructor's silver-white sword. The instructor's sword was a flying fish sword, worth fifty silver swords, and only a few high-ranking officials in Ningcheng could wear it.

The instructor came to the scene and poured his whole heart into the sword.

When he drew his sword, the sword was as fast as lightning. With a crackling sound, the sword hit Fang Changzai's chin and he would pierce his throat the next moment.

Everyone exclaimed, they only saw a phantom of this sword.

bite

Been blocked.

The Bailian Sword blocked in front of him horizontally and vertically, and the sharp tip of the Feiyu Sword pierced the sword.

The weight of the Flying Fish Sword weighs 30 kilograms. After this sword, even a huge rock could be smashed, but it was blocked and it was still with one hand.

What is this physical fitness? How can someone be so perverted

The instructor was pushed away by Fang Changzai. After bounced for several steps, he held the flying fish sword in his hand tightly. A set of smooth sword moves came. When the sword swung, Fang Chang blocked all around him. Only a sword light could be seen in his eyes. Within seconds, the instructor had swung forty swords, each of which was extremely sharp.

"Lihua sword technique, fast moves, sharp sword force, use quick defeat to the enemy and skillful victory."

Papa

After two consecutive sounds, the instructor suddenly felt that he was dreaming. The flying fish sword was bounced away again, and even his hand could not hold the hilt.

He could clearly see that Fang Changzai's sword had no skills at all, and just swung it vigorously.

It is extremely rough, with stiff movements, and the sword-holding technique is simply ridiculous, and the angle of the sword is even more outrageous. An excellent sword cultivator will keep each sword in an accurate position, find the shortest distance between the swing of his arm, and the angle of the sword that can be drawn as fast as possible. Wave, stab, chop, and pick, which action does not take tens of thousands of times of practice, turn each action into a habit.

From his vision, you can see at a glance that Fang Changzai is indeed a rookie, but this rookie

Bang

With a very rough wave, someone could attack with the back of the sword. It was really eye-opening. He actually treated the sword as an iron plate. When the collision was made, the instructor blocked it with his sword body, but he was still knocked away six meters away. He almost hit the student.

The hand holding the sword hurts so hard that it keeps trembling. As the dignity of the sword cultivator supports him, people can die, but the sword cannot fall off.

The instructor took a long time to recover, and his right hand was completely paralyzed and he couldn't even hold the sword.
Chapter completed!