Gao Wu: I am invincible now that I have connected to the Immortal Gate.

Qi Feng listened carefully, and his main weapon had been chosen, which was the sword. After all, all his weapons were the flying sword magic treasure Yuanhong from the world of immortal cultivation. Xiao Yan explained very quickly, and stopped from time to time to answer questions raised by freshmen. During the explanation, the background of the four martial arts universities in Zhongshenzhou began to show a little bit. Whether it was the mainstream cold weapons such as swords, swords, halberds, axes, or the unpopular hammers, whips, sickles, hooks, and even thorns. According to Xiao Yan, as long as it was in the picture, the fourth martial arts university in Zhongshenzhou could find a qualified tutor for you. For ordinary martial arts universities, this was simply unimaginable. For example, you are born with the ability to stab, but the martial arts university you are applying to can only teach you cold weapon martial arts such as swords.

Forced to do so, you can only give up stabbing and choose mainstream swords as weapons.

This, at the very least, will affect your martial arts development for the rest of your life.

At the most, if you are unable to fully exert your strength on the battlefield because of the incompatibility between yourself and the cold weapon you are practicing...

That could cost you your life!

Xiao Yan taught for two full classes, nearly two hours, and then took out a stack of forms and gave one to each person.

"Give me this form in three days, and now you can go to different cold weapon practice classrooms according to your preferences and decisions."

After speaking, Xiao Yan sat down and said nothing more. He

"Let's go." Qi Feng asked Lei Batian to stand up.

Lei Batian was still looking at the form in his hand, and raised his head with a blank face, "Where to go?"

"Kendo classroom."

Lei Batian suddenly woke up, and then excitedly followed Qi Feng out of the classroom.

There was a commotion in the classroom immediately.

"I heard it! Kendo, Qi Feng chose Kendo!"

"Pay attention! Don't choose sword as your major! Don't choose sword..."

In the classroom, freshmen ran to tell each other, looking serious and earnest.

...

A few minutes later.

Qi Feng and Lei Batian stopped when they passed a sign that said "Kendo Training Dojo".

"It should be here."

Qi Feng's scattered telekinesis captured a lot of people standing in the small square pointed to by the sign, each holding a long sword.

"Isn't it the training classroom? It doesn't seem to be here on the map."

Lei Batian stared at the campus map on his mobile phone, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Let's go and have a look first."

Qi Feng walked towards the small square.

Lei Batian naturally didn't say anything and quickly followed.

"Only when you have perfected the basic swordsmanship can you fully exert the power of the 'Cang Mang Ji Kong' style. I will practice it now..."

When Qi Feng walked to the small square, a middle-aged man with short hair, wearing a vest, and strong muscles was teaching the students below.

This man was lecturing while dancing with the long sword in his hand.

The black sword, more than three meters long and more than one meter wide, danced in the man's hand like a black python, making bursts of violent wind-breaking sounds, as if the fine silk was constantly being torn apart by someone.

Suddenly, the man swung his hand, and a brilliant white force burst out from the tip of the long sword in his hand, and it exploded in the air with a "pop"!

The next second, a visible white wave of air spread out in all directions, and the students watching below were swept away by the invisible force of emptying, and a passage was separated from it.

At the end of the road, Qi Feng, who looked calm, and Lei Batian, who looked horrified, stood there.

"What's wrong with you two?!"

The middle-aged man put away his sword and stood, looking at Qi Feng and the other two and asked.

Qi Feng talked about the division of cold weapons into classes.

The middle-aged man nodded, "Since you are a freshman on a trial class, go pick a sword and stand by it. Then I will test your root bone qualifications to see if you are suitable for learning swords."

Qi Feng said nothing, and turned his eyes to the side of the small square, where there was an iron weapon rack, which was full of black long swords.

Then Qi Feng walked towards the weapon rack.

Except for Qi Feng and Lei Batian, the others who were listening to the class in the Kendo training square were all old students.

There were very few juniors, almost all of them were sophomores.

Qi Feng's arrival attracted a lot of attention, and someone soon recognized him.

"It's Qi Feng! I didn't expect that he would choose the sword as his cold weapon!"

"Who is Qi Feng?"

"This year's No. 1 in the country, the martial arts king of the college entrance examination, the strongest freshman...

Haven't you checked the campus forum these two days? "

"It's him..."

The seniors were talking to each other.

"Okay, everyone can leave now. If you want to stay and practice for a while, you can!"

The middle-aged man said, pointing at Qi Feng and the other two. "The two newcomers, come up!"

The seniors turned their eyes to him.

Under normal circumstances, at least half of the people would have left.

But it happened to be the first day of class for Qi Feng, who was the most popular in the school recently. Everyone chose to stay and watch, and no one left early.

Qi Feng walked up with a sword in hand.

The middle-aged man said, "My name is Yun Tianlong, and I teach the cold weapon swordsmanship course for freshmen to juniors."

Qi Feng felt early in the morning that the middle-aged man in front of him was full of blood and energy, and had reached the level of a high-level general.

"You guys attack me with your swords first, and I'll see your aptitude. "

After the middle-aged man introduced himself, he waved at Qi Feng.

Qi Feng didn't waste any words. He held the long sword in one hand and walked to Yun Tianlong calmly.

"Be careful, Teacher Yun."

Yun Tianlong smiled faintly and made a gesture of invitation, indicating Qi Feng to attack first.

It's not that Yun Tianlong took the initiative to attack Qi Feng, a student, because of his status as a teacher. It's because he has been immersed in the sword for decades and has reached perfection in the sword.

Even the strongest people at the level of the God of War would praise him. A freshman who has just entered school for a few days, and...

Swoosh!

A sharp and piercing sound of breaking wind sounded, interrupting Yun Tianlong's thoughts.

Yun Tianlong instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw a black light like a faint light piercing through the white curtain, and quickly appeared in his The sword in front of him enlarged.

Yun Tianlong subconsciously raised his sword to defend himself!

Clang!

After several consecutive steel collisions, a black sword fell to the ground!

Yun Tianlong's body was stiff, and he stood there in one position, with drops of sweat dripping down his face.

I saw a blunted sword tip quietly hovering three inches in front of his throat, and the person holding the sword was Qi Feng!

The huge square was silent!

Everyone was stunned as they looked at Qi Feng, who was holding the sword in one hand and had a calm expression.

After a few seconds, Yun Tianlong took a deep breath and slowly said, "So you have a foundation!"

Qi Feng nodded calmly, put away the sword and stood, "I have practiced it. Sorry, Teacher Yun. "

Yun Tianlong smiled bitterly and waved his hands. He didn't say anything, but his heart was already filled with turmoil.

His swordsmanship was Silver Level 3, but he didn't even last three moves in Qi Feng's hands before his weapon fell off.

If it was a life-and-death duel, Yun Tianlong would have been dead by now, and his body would have been almost cold.

What does this prove?

This proves that the freshman in front of him, who looked like he had only been enrolled for two days, has a deeper attainment in swordsmanship than him!

At least Silver Level 3, or even... Gold Level!

Thinking of this, Yun Tianlong didn't dare to think too deeply. He was afraid that it would affect his martial arts heart, and then he would have no hope of reaching the God of War level!