Lan Tianzong, the martial arts arena. On the huge square, teams of white clad disciples were practicing swords and martial arts. Their dazzling aura twinkled, which made countless onlookers envious. At the corner of the square, several young men in cloth clothes looked at them in silence and whispered to each other.
"If only we could learn the martial arts!"
"Yes, I'm very excited when I think about it!"
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"Don't dream, we are just miscellaneous disciples. Even the guards of Lan Tianzong can't compete with us. Do we want to learn the martial arts of Lan Tianzong's external disciples? It's the right way to study hard!" said a cloth clad disciple coldly. Although this is true, it still sounds a bit weird and uncomfortable.
"Hmm? It's you!" Everyone looked in the direction of the cold voice, and saw a young man in cloth appeared on the edge of the martial arts arena. Although he was not qualified to learn the martial arts of Lan Tianzong, he still took out a long black sword to practice sword. He was about 15 or 16 years old, and his tenacity and tenacity were impressive. His own factotum disciples were not qualified to practice martial arts, He supported the sword completely by his body, and his sweat permeated the cloth clothes, which made people feel very distressed.
"It's Chen Feng, a punk. I tell you, you can't expect to achieve anything even if you have studied hard for a hundred years. Your aptitude is at the bottom of our factotum, and you want to become an outsider disciple?"
"Yes, breaking through the waste that failed in the gas refining period also mocked us. It would be good to ingratiate with the outside disciples. Who else would waste their efforts here like him?"
"Look at the swordsmanship he practiced, which is the basic swordsmanship of an outside disciple. He has practiced for two and a half years, but he has not yet started! Ha ha..."
Everyone laughed, but the young man named Chen Feng was not affected by these people. He still grasped the handle of his sword and tried to wield the long sword. Although his muscles were stiff and his exhausted body shook, he still did not want to give up.
As the realm of martial arts cultivation, the gas refining period is just the beginning. If this threshold is not crossed, ordinary people will have no future at all. Breaking through the gas refining period is at least one channel through the body. But such a simple condition is that at least 90% of people can't achieve it, which is one of the reasons why the monks have a high status.
At this time, a young man in cloth clothes came over. Although he didn't say a word, the disciples in cloth clothes around him all gathered around him to curry favor with him
"Well, it won't take half a year. You know my talent. I have reached the peak of martial arts. At the most, I will reach the gas refining period in a month, and you will benefit!" The young man named Zhang Qiang snorted, looked at Chen Feng who was still trying to learn, and smiled disdainfully. The talent in the world determines everything, Do you really think that hard work can change your destiny?
Chen Feng continued to practice swordsmanship in the woods at the edge of the square. He had been contacting the outside basic swordsmanship for half a year, and never stopped. He firmly believed that he would not be a waste, and his fate would not be a lifelong worker. But at this moment, a branch was attacking his vital point from the side, and the speed was so fast that it made bursts of hollow sound.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, These factotum disciples are bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, which is really abominable.
"Chen Feng? You have been practicing basic swordsmanship for half a year and haven't stopped for a day. You must have some experience. Why don't we open our eyes, see the world and show it to us?" A group of cloth clad disciples came to Chen Feng with malice, and the leader Zhang Qiang looked at it with a sneer from a distance.
Looking at Chen Feng who didn't say a word, these factotums continued to ridicule and laugh, while Zhang Qiang slowly came down from the tree beside him and said to Chen Feng with scorn and arrogance, "What you practice is not a sword technique at all. Today I will show you my sword technique, so you can know the difference between the swordsmanship of the top martial artists and your useless sword technique!", The refined steel sword was taken out of the waist and threw a sword flower towards Chen Feng's face.
"Well, it's worthy of being the leader worker disciple at the peak of the martial arts disciples. The momentum alone is unbearable for those of us who are backward!"
"If Chen Feng is sensible, he should kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe he can spare his life, otherwise..."
"As factotum workers, we should work hard in Lan Tianzong. We have to practice swordsmanship and pursue impractical things. Chen Feng is not happy to find them!"
With these people's comments, the shadow of Zhang Qiang's sword has already approached Chen Feng, and Chen Feng had to sigh. He didn't want to expose his strength, but since the long sword was enough to hurt his life, he didn't care so much about it. He immediately pulled out the black long sword, and showed a murderous momentum. Everyone just saw the flash of the sword, and everything was quiet, Only Zhang Qiang was left. His cloth clothes had been cut by Chen Feng's long sword. If the long sword moved one more point, it would kill him instantly.
"How could that be? What kind of swordsmanship are you? It seems that you are not the basic swordsmanship of an outside disciple!" Zhang Qiang roared in disbelief. He could not accept his failure. The leader of a factotum at the peak of his martial arts apprentices lost to a waste firewood without any real qi state, which made him look bad.
"What are you doing here? Don't you want money? Don't hurry to take care of your external disciples?" The deacon of the martial arts arena came up impatiently at this time, scolded these gathered workers, and said that in Lan Tianzong, the identity of the worker and the external disciples is one heaven and one earth, which can't be compared, Their task here was to take care of the outside disciples in the arena. Now that their sword practice is over, it's time to rest.
"Master, are you tired? I have prepared good ice water and towels for you..."
"Your Eminent Disciple, this is the cake I cooked for you. You just want to taste it while it's hot?"
Among these people, Zhang Qiang's position is obviously very high, and his master of the external disciples is also very important. After all, the external disciples who can take in the leader of the factotum are not ordinary people. But when he saw that Zhang Qiang's cloth was pierced by Chen Feng's sword, he frowned and shouted, "What's the matter? How dare someone here fail to do something to my external disciples?"
