I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 1
Somewhere in China.

forecourt.

Dozens of teenagers about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding long swords, maintained the same posture and remained motionless.

There is a scorching sun above the head, even though the sweat is pouring down, I still persist.

No one complained of suffering, no one complained of being tired.

"In the land of China, there are all kinds of martial arts and thousands of weapons, but the sword is the only one to be respected."

"Cultivation aside, there are thousands of changes in swordsmanship, and three points are inseparable after all. Quick! Accurate! Ruthless!"

"The so-called sharpening a sword in ten years is so true."

"Cultivation can be tricky, some people get the legacy of their predecessors, some people get the empowerment of cultivation base, or some people get rare and rare fruits."

"But there is no shortcut to swordsmanship, only hard work. Seeing that there are so many swordsmanship geniuses in Shenzhou, there is no one who does not practice day and night."

"So you practice swordsmanship, among which you are lazy and diligent, you should know it yourself."

"Bill and other geniuses whose talents are ten times stronger still need to practice hard. What qualifications do you have to slack off?"

In front of these teenagers, there was a burly man with a dark iron epee on his back, his voice was like a stone, and he reprimanded all the teenagers.

The big man looked at the resolute faces, although his mouth was merciless.

But there was a glimmer of relief in his eyes.

Ye family's ability to occupy a side in Qingyun City has nothing to do with the rise of the younger generation.

Only when the green and yellow are connected, can the Ye family flourish.

The big man walked to the middle and saw a young man in white.

Everyone else was sweating profusely, drenched all over, gritted their teeth and persisted.

On the other hand, this white-clothed boy looked calm and breezy, not to mention the slightest sweat stain, and his eyes were very casual.

It seems that such a posture is just a relaxed and freehand style for him.

"Feixian, you don't have to come here every day. This kind of cultivation is already of little significance to you. In your own yard, it's just a matter of pondering swordsmanship."

Facing the young man named Ye Feixian, the big man's tone became gentler, and his language was also extremely close.

"Uncle Long, it's okay."

"My Ye family can unite as one, naturally because few people specialize."

"Cultivation does not depend on the occasion, as long as you have a sword in your heart, you can do it anywhere."

"Besides, I am practicing here. If there is something that many brothers don't understand, I can also help with it."

"This will not delay my practice. I will learn something new by reviewing the past. While helping my Ye family brothers, I can also check for gaps in my previous knowledge and add foundation."

Ye Feixian said with a smile.

Even when he was talking, his body didn't change at all.

Everyone else's muscles were tense, struggling to hold on, and even some of their calves and arms were trembling slightly.

And when Ye Feixian was speaking, there seemed to be a trace of rhythm all over his body, and his body was slowly swaying with the frequency of his breathing.

"Okay, my Ye family has a swordsmanship genius like Feixian, why worry about it?"

The big man called Uncle Long gave a drink and applauded repeatedly.

Then he stared at Ye Feixian for a while, and asked in surprise:
"Feixian, are you about to break through the Seventh Realm of Houtian soon?"

The distinction of cultivation.

The Nine Realms of the Acquired Heaven, the Nine Realms of the Innate, and the Ultimate Realm of Heaven and Man.

And the characteristics shown by Ye Feixian are the signs of breaking through from the sixth realm of the day after tomorrow to the seventh realm.

This surprised Ye Long a little.

You know, the current Ye Feixian is just a 17-year-old boy.

At this age, with such advanced swordsmanship, he is comparable to those genius disciples from the big sects.

"Hurry up, let me go back and look through the almanac, and choose an auspicious day to make a breakthrough."

Ye Feixian said casually.

The casualness of the words set off an exclamation in the crowd.

It was only then that many teenagers realized that Big Brother Ye had reached the limit of breaking through the realm, and he could break through the realm in a single thought.

This is the ultimate expression of self-control.

Feeling the exclamation of many teenagers, Ye Feixian's eyes flashed with joy.

Then feel the system panel in your mind.

Sure enough, in the system diary, there is an extra line: Fame +3
Ye Feixian was also shocked.

Good guy, it really is the deadliest thing to pretend to be invisible.

On weekdays, I arrange many ways, but it may not increase my reputation.

Now just go with the flow, a simple sentence can add three points.

It seems that fame, apart from forcing it, sometimes needs to adapt to the situation on the spot.

"Okay, it's an hour, let's take a rest first."

"Even if you practice hard, you have to come according to your own situation. Only by combining work and rest can you go further."

Uncle Long looked at the sky and said to the crowd.

Hearing this, many Ye family disciples finally put down their long-sore arms and hurriedly rubbed them.

At this time, several beautiful female disciples surrounded Ye Feixian with water bags.

"Brother Ye, you must be thirsty after being exposed to the sun like this. I have water here, drink some quickly."

"Brother Ye, drink mine, I have more water."

"Hmph, your water is not as good as mine. You see, my water bladder is much bigger than yours. You can drink it in just a few sips. Brother Ye, you should drink mine."

Several female disciples started to argue over Ye Feixian's drinking water.

"Thank you cousins ​​for your kindness, but I'm not thirsty now, can you stay away from me?"

Ye Feixian said politely.

After basking in the scorching sun for so long, even the so-called fragrant sweat of the female disciple already has some smell.

Several female disciples immediately understood the meaning of Ye Feixian's words, and ran away screaming.

Faced with Ye Feixian's situation.

Many Ye family disciples only have envy and admiration in their eyes, without the slightest jealousy.

The key is that the gap between Ye Feixian and them is too great, it is completely different.

It is impossible to connect close only by looking up.

In their hearts, perhaps only the talented disciples of the five major sects in Shenzhou can be compared with Brother Ye.

After a short rest, many disciples began to practice swordsmanship.

Ye Feixian walked side by side with Uncle Long.

"The five major sects are about to open their gates to accept disciples. How about they, they are confident that they will become famous in one fell swoop." Uncle Long asked with a smile.There is no feeling of elders towards juniors in the words, but they communicate with the attitude of peers.

He didn't say whether Ye Feixian could pass the examination of accepting apprentices, but asked if he could shake the world.

"Uncle Long is serious. I have outstanding people in China, and there are so many geniuses and monsters. How can I have such abilities." Ye Feixian said with a light smile.

"You, I don't know how you grew up. You are young, but you don't have the slightest bit of arrogance. Instead, you are mature and prudent."

"Sometimes, young people still need to be more passionate, impulsive, and old-fashioned, and feel like you are the same as the owner."

Uncle Long said helplessly.

Ye Feixian is a genius of the Ye family, and he is also known as the head of the four masters of Qingyun City.

There are rumors in the market that there are no four masters in Qingyun City, there is only one son Feixian, and the other three are tied together, and they are not as good as Ye Feixian.

"Uncle Long, why are the five major sects so eager to accept disciples this time, shouldn't they accept them every five years?"

Ye Feixian asked with some doubts.

This time, the apprenticeship was fully two years ahead of schedule.This is no small matter.

Uncle Long paused slightly when he heard the words, and then sighed:
"Because the hundred-year agreement is coming soon."

(End of this chapter)