The violent sword fairy pushing the world

Chapter 53

Time flies, half a month later.

In the past half month, Yangcheng has been extremely peaceful. Although there are still some social incidents from time to time, such as the famous car falling off the cliff and explosion, the murder case in the hotel, and the corpse dumping case in the abandoned unfinished building, but overall Words have little effect.

Shen Lang, who was in the university, lived an ideal peaceful life. In the morning, he went to the class of the invincible instructor in the card punching hole, and in the afternoon, he went to the Golden Eagle Fighting Club to instruct Wang Xuan and others in their cultivation. As for the rest of his free time, it was naturally hard work.

For this reason, his martial arts cultivation base has been significantly improved.

The 32 bones in the right arm have been completely tempered.

Now the tempering of the left arm bone has started.

Qi and blood have also increased significantly.

He has no pressure to practice the Crazy Devil Golden Body, and practicing four or five times consecutively and without interruption is almost like playing.

Although he didn't know if it would be useful to practice a few more times, it was as if he had nothing to improve.

The only difficulty is the idea of ​​Chiyao Nine Heavens Diagram.

Ever since he broke through the fifth pilgrimage realm, his practice of contemplation has entered a state of slow speed. Although he can feel steady growth every day, at this speed, it may take a lot of time to break through to the next realm. Three months.

He has never spent such a long time practicing martial arts.

However, it is normal to have difficulties in martial arts.

Since there is no way to speed up the speed of meditation practice right now, let's practice like this first.

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The next day.

Golden Eagle Fight Club.

This is already the fifth class taught by Shen Lang.

According to the fee of 100 for one class, it is [-] million for five classes.

Adding in the remaining 20 in compensation from the Black Tiger Gang, the 10 in the train case for being brave, and the 30 in compensation for staying up late contributed by Wang Laoliu, Shen Lang now has a huge sum of 160 million.

A monthly income of 200 million is not a dream.

The fury and mad sword fighting method that he has been thinking about will soon be in his pocket, adding bricks and tiles to his own strength.

On this day, when Shen Lang came to the Golden Eagle Fighting Club, he found that the club was quite lively today. Not only Wang Xuan and Bai Xiaoqi were there, but there were also quite a few unfamiliar faces.

Most of them are still young people.

Surrounded by it was a handsome young man with an Oppa face who looked to be in his thirties.

Under the crowd watching, he waved the long sword in his hand.

With a flick of the hand, the energy is blown away, and the sword flower is rolled up, the sword's sound is lingering, and the movement is even more elegant, just like the legendary disciple of the sword fairy who has attained the Tao.

It caused a burst of exclamation from the people present.

Shen Lang looked puzzled and looked at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan also understood, came to Shen Lang's side and lowered his voice to explain.

This person's name is Mo Zhu, a third-rank martial artist. He was only 28 years old, and he successfully entered the national third-rank list. One of the few sword masters in Yangcheng.

As for Mo Zhu's arrival today, he was invited to teach sword skills.

The kind that spend money.

Suddenly, Shen Lang remembered.

Because he said that he doesn't have any systematic way to condense strength.

The first twelve poses of the Crazy Demon Golden Body he taught could only ensure that Wang Xuan and his team's physical fitness was not inferior to that of real first-rank fighters, but the characteristic of being a first-rank fighter was condensed strength.

The reason why he can enter the product is that the system has included the strength skills of the rapier, thus taking over his body and completing the steps of condensing strength naturally.

But this, he can't teach.

That's why Wang Xuan and the others invited this kendo master.

"Okay, you can practice at any time, you just need to follow the steps, but the skill of condensing strength needs to be based on comprehension and talent, so you should really prepare early. According to my estimation, when you can complete the training, you will become crazy... For the first twelve moves of the Golden Body Jue, after possessing the physical fitness of a first-rank warrior, one can feel the skill of condensing strength within a month or so."

Shen Lang thought for a while, then nodded.

Then, together with Wang Xuan, they watched the explanation from the master of swordsmanship.

But soon, Shen Lang frowned.

This person looks like a master of swordsmanship, but he only teaches half of what he teaches.

Although he is only half-baked in the way of swordsmanship and can only stab a sword with one hand, if it is a complete swordsmanship skill, the system has already included it.

If it is not included, it means it is incomplete.

Even a lot of things are missing.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

After all, it is a fee-based item, so it is naturally impossible for someone else's master to explain everything at once. It is this person's words that really make Shen Lang unacceptable.

Wang Xuan and the others invited this kendo master here to teach the technique of condensing strength. In detail, one or two lessons may not be enough to explain this kind of thing, but if it is just simple technique of exerting force, correcting the posture of the sword, guiding They concentrated energy correctly, and that half an hour was about the same.

However, this person was advocating that Wang Xuan should specialize in swordsmanship.

Let a group of ordinary people who are 25 or [-] years old and have no advanced skills to learn the cumbersome and complicated kendo system.

Learn from the entry level, learn to hold a sword, and start as an apprentice.

Kendo from entry to entry?

Isn't this purely bad.

Moreover, he has learned that the kendo system in this world is not cultivating immortals at all, and it is impossible to have sword qi spanning [-] miles, a little cold light shining on Jiuzhou, and thousands of swords returning to the sect, etc., which can be classified as immortal swordsmanship. , are just some special fa-jin techniques.

No matter how much you learn, no matter how complicated it is, it can't compare to self-cultivation and the crushing of strength.

"Are you misleading your son?"

Shen Lang interrupted Mo Zhu's movement, and said coldly.

Wang Xuan, that is one of his lucky generals, he is teaching with all his heart, but some people are doing sabotage.

Can he endure this?

"who are you?"

Mo Zhu didn't expect that someone would interrupt him, so his expression sank immediately.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Wang Xuan and Bai Xiaoqi were also slightly taken aback.

Shen Lang stood up and said with a blank expression: "Today I will teach you another lesson, the Master said: "Learning without thinking will lead to death, and thinking without learning will lead to death. "

"If you learn my martial arts but don't learn my ideas, you will be confused. If you learn my ideas but don't learn my martial arts, you will be beaten to death."

"Hahaha, philosophy? I wonder what martial arts philosophy this little brother has?"

Mo Zhu sneered, just to watch the excitement.

Shen Lang ignored it, but continued: "The so-called swordsmanship has only three goals, that is, fast, accurate, and ruthless."

"You only need to be faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than the opponent. No matter how fancy the swordsmanship is, I will break it with one sword! The foundation, the foundation is always the most important, and when fed back to the martial arts, it means stronger power and faster speed. Be quick, your perception is sharper, as long as you master these three points, even the most basic sword moves can defeat the enemy."

Shen Lang's voice was still echoing, but Mo Zhu had restrained the sneer on his face, and turned serious.

This young man who looks like a student is a master.

Those who can say these words must be a strong person who has achieved something in martial arts.

He naturally knew this too.

But there was no other way, after finally finding a few rich second generations who took advantage of him, he didn't want to just miss out on this vote.

Take him as a named disciple, work as an apprentice for a few years, and then turn to learn one and a half moves. The huge system of kendo is enough for him to squeeze this group of rich second generations for several years, or even ten years.

This is something he often does, tried and tested.

Because of the blessing of being a master of swordsmanship, none of the rich second-generation parents ever doubted it. They only thought that their children did not have martial arts talent, and mud could not support the wall.

Now it has been dismantled.

However, Mo Zhu didn't panic at all, and even wanted to laugh a little.

This is a textbook delivered to your door.

No matter how accurate and reasonable Shen Lang's words are, in the world of martial arts, strength is the key to suppressing all opposing voices.

In the past few years, it's not that he hasn't encountered people who raised objections, but as long as he wins, no matter how gaudy the other party said, it would be wrong.

This trick is also tried and tested.

As a third-rank martial artist and a kendo master named on the third-rank list, Mo Zhu has confidence.

"Little brother, I heard you speak clearly and logically. You must be a warrior too. Since we have different ideas, why don't you see the truth? Let's see if it's what you think is a sword that breaks ten thousand spells, or my so-called belligerent His sword skills are strong?"

Mo Zhu held the long sword in his hand, waved his hand very gracefully and said with a smile.

"You want to fight me?"

Shen Lang's eyes were very different, could this person not perceive his blood?
In Shen Lang's eyes, this black bamboo has just entered the third rank, and the limbs and bones have not been tempered even a single arm or leg, and the qi and blood are exhausted to less than 400 calories.

But he has already started tempering the second arm.

Even without the increase brought by the Mad Demon Golden Body, his blood is above 450 calories, maybe even higher.

How dare this person?

However, in Mo Zhu's eyes, these words had a different meaning: Shen Lang was afraid.

So he smiled confidently: "I'm sure."

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