This night passed very slowly.

It was so slow that the middle-aged man felt that more than ten years had passed!

Yes, more than ten years!

The ancients said that listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books.

Wang Ting's swordsmanship may be far inferior to middle-aged men, and even his understanding of some aspects of swordsmanship is not as good as that of middle-aged men. But don't forget that the swordsmanship system behind Wang Ting comes from another world, and that world has a very brilliant swordsmanship civilization a long time ago. Although the swordsmanship civilization in that world has declined, its foundation still exists. This moment was first revealed to the middle-aged man. The impact it has caused on a swordsman who is born and raised in this world is conceivable.

For most of the night, the middle-aged man felt like he was a primary school student, spending the process of being taught.

However, during this process, he felt no dissatisfaction at all, and his heart was even full of gratitude, glad that he had the opportunity to talk to such a young kendo master.

A new theory is a new idea. He has been staying at this bottleneck for too long. If he wants to go further, there is no possibility and no light. However, at this moment, Wang Ting's new cultivation idea gave him new hope, opened a new door and window for him, and revitalized his entire body with infinite fighting spirit.

Under such circumstances, when the royal court began to rest in the middle of the night, the middle-aged man with shocking strength could not sleep and was so excited that he could not fall asleep.

So the next morning, when Wang Ting woke up, he saw the middle-aged man who was haggard but extremely excited, and seemed a little confused.

"Senior, you are..."

"Haha, don't call me a senior, meeting is fate. My name is Yi Zhouyi. If you don't mind, call me Brother Yi. My age, you should not suffer a loss as your brother."

The middle-aged man said enthusiastically.

If it were the former royal court, even though he valued it, he would never condescend to his peers to discuss friendship.

Wang Ting has extremely weak cultivation, but he has extremely amazing potential. In addition, his personality is not arrogant or impatient, and he is not as proud as a young man who is arrogant and despicable. Instead, he is implicit and restrained and does not show his sharpness. Such words and deeds have attracted the favor of middle-aged men.

But his favorability simply made him think of accepting disciples. After successfully accepting disciples, he was still one level higher than the royal court in terms of status.

But now, his previous idea of ​​accepting disciples has been dispelled by him.

What a joke!?

In front of me is a master of sword who has a complete understanding of the path of cultivation and a master of sword. A master-level figure who may create his own school in the future. Although his cultivation is strong, looking at the entire ASEAN, it is not without him. He forced such a master-level strong man who will make great contributions to the sword cultivation world in the future and destroys the future of such a master. Not to mention that he himself thinks he will become a sinner in the sword cultivation world, even his master will definitely beat him to death after receiving this news.

Although his master, although he is not a person left over from the ASEAN Hundred Saints Age and has not experienced the glorious era when the Sword Lord of the Divine Sword came, he is definitely a real sword cultivator, an old antique who is supreme in swordsmanship, and an existence that stomps his feet, which is enough to make the entire ASEAN sword world shake. He has no courage to go against his master's will.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Wang Ting nodded without being pretentious.

"Brother Yi."

"Haha, okay, it is also a great honor for me to meet a friend like you. It's a pity that we are now in the wilderness, without wine or meat. Otherwise, I really hope to sing with you and drink happily."

Wang Ting nodded slightly.

This middle-aged man's generous personality is indeed easy to arouse people's favor.

What's more, Yi Zhouzhou saved his life yesterday, so that he could avoid being attacked by a high-level beast. This was also because he did not reserve his theory of practicing the theory of the first path last night. It was considered to be a little repaying the other party's favor.

It's still very early now.

Yi Zhouyi got up early because he couldn't sleep. However, Wang Ting had already developed the habit of getting up early to practice.

After saying a little hello to Yi Zhouyi, he had already stood up next to him, shocking his bones through his spirit, stimulating the potential of physical cells and bones, and regulating his own qi and blood.

Now he has just broken through to the level of an intermediate swordsman. The number of bones in his body is only one-third of the refining of the bones. It will take at least one month to completely refine the bones in his body. Moreover, after initially refining the bones, he still needs to further temper the internally, strengthen the bone marrow, and temper the periosteum. Each of these steps takes a lot of time and there is no possibility of being lazy at all.

Even if the Wang Ting has rich experience in his previous life and has strong spiritual power to maximize the tempering efficiency, it is impossible to temper all the bones, bone marrow, and periosteum in one breath, so as to reach the peak of the mid-level swordsman.

Seeing that Wang Ting had started practicing, Yi Zhouyi did not waste his time.

He was able to practice to this level where he was at least a master of swords. Not only did he have outstanding talents, but his own diligence was also indispensable.

When he reached the realm of a master of swordsmanship, he no longer had to suck his body, condense his qi and blood, and temper his bones, but instead sucked and sucked and sucked and strengthened himself. However, the new concept of a conversation with Wang Ting one night obviously had a strong impact on him. During the precious time of morning exercise, he did not sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked in his swordsmanship.

Through every move of practicing swordsmanship, he felt the flow of qi and blood during physical activity and the movement of true qi, and then guided it with his spirit to resonate with the essence, blood, true qi, and the three in his body. After practicing for a while, he soon had a little feeling, and then as time went by, he really began to touch some ways.

After all, he is a super strong man, with strong essence and blood, and his spirit is mutually reborn. In terms of level, his spiritual scale is no less than some ordinary fifth-level spiritual powers. He just can't practice and use the methods.

After about nine o'clock in the morning, after practicing for four hours, he felt an indescribable feeling of comfort all over his body. Although the essence, blood and true qi in his body did not increase at all, his entire body state was indeed gradually adjusted to the peak during the cultivation, without any previous exhaustion.

“It’s really incredible.”

Feeling his own energetic state, Yi Zhouyi's eyes were filled with glory.

"The little friend I know is really amazing. A person, without any kendo master level, has found a brand new path and created a school of his own. My junior brothers, the so-called genius disciples, are not worth mentioning in front of this little friend, and they have no comparison."

Yi Zhou was talking to himself in his mouth.

The eyes that looked at Wang Ting became even hotter.

He really couldn't think about how a young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old could achieve such earth-shaking achievements. I'm afraid even those great sword masters who have learned countless sword skills and gathered the strengths of the Wanjia may not be able to summarize a path that belongs entirely to them from these sword skills.

"Brother Yi."

When Yi Zhou was secretly distracted from the spirit of the mind, Wang Ting's voice suddenly rang.

"Hmm? Have you finished practicing?"

Yi Zhouyi quickly calmed down and looked at Wang Ting with a smile.

Wang Ting nodded, pondered for a moment before asking: "Just now, when you were practicing swordsmanship, I looked at it for a moment... I found that there seemed to be several places where Brother Yi seemed to be unable to practice..."

Speaking of this, he added: "I don't think Brother Yi's sword skills are not good, but..."

"You found out?"

Yi Zhouyi's expression was shocked and he looked at Wang Ting in a vague sense of incredible way.

There are indeed flaws in his swordsmanship, and he knew it in his heart, but these flaws are all very subtle. Even a master of the same level as him would be difficult to detect unless he had a moment of confrontation. However, Wang Ting had noticed something just through his sword practice for a while...

Such a keen observation...

It's simply horrifying!

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(It's already Sanjiang. I hope everyone can get Sanjiang tickets and vote for Zongjian. Currently, the new book gang is ranked second in Zongjian, but Sanjiang has not even entered the top five. I hope everyone can be more powerful and top Zongjian! Thank you in the third update of Chengfeng!)

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Chapter completed!