chapter 6 Broken Sword Body

A hoarse and old voice came from upstairs, stopping the deacon in gray from moving.

"Host Scott!"

On the top of the building, there was an old man in black standing with a stern expression, his eyes were stern and gave people great oppression.

"Greetings to the Hall Master!"

When the other outer disciples in the Zongwu Hall hall saw the old man, their expressions changed slightly, and they knelt down to salute respectfully.

This old man is the master of the Zongwu Hall, and his cultivation has reached the ninth level of martial arts.

There are ten levels of martial arts, and every third level is a hurdle, approaching the limit of the physical body step by step. The further you go, the harder it is to break through.

In the entire Qingyun Sect, except for the sect leader, there are very few people who can cultivate at the ninth level of martial arts. Even if we look at the entire Tianshui Kingdom, Host Scott can be regarded as one of the few masters with strong strength.

On weekdays, this old man sits in charge of the Zongwu Hall and rarely interferes in specific affairs.

"Deacon Clark, I know everything. You did the right thing, but since he passed your test, don't be embarrassed. As an apology, you are responsible for giving him sect clothes, entry-level skills and weapons. "

"Yes, yes, the hall master is right, and my subordinates will definitely comply with it."

The old man nodded slightly when he saw this, glanced at Nafastus Brian, turned and left.

The deacon in gray breathed a big sigh of relief. Fortunately, the hall master did not punish him. He was lucky today.

But thinking that he, a great deacon, had to personally put away clothes and choose swordsmanship for this sword slave, he suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"Come with me."

After saying angrily, Deacon Clark led Nafastus Brian towards the second floor.

Seeing Nafastus Brian disappear on the second floor, the Qingyun Sect disciples in the hall all said that Nafastus Brian was very lucky.

If Host Scott hadn't appeared, Nafastus Brian would have suffered a lot today.

As for Disastor Elliott, who was lying down, he could only admit that he was unlucky, and no one cared about him anymore.

The second floor of the Zongwu Hall is the important place of the sect.

Most of the Qingyun Sect's collection of exercises and martial arts are placed here. New outer sect disciples have a chance to choose exercises and martial arts for free, and they must make contributions before they can redeem them.

"Let's choose the technique first. Anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts can practice internal energy. This is the place where the internal energy technique is placed."

Deacon Clark led Nafastus Brian to a row of bookshelves, pointing his finger and refusing to say more.

Nafastus Brian didn't see anyone else. He came to the bookshelf and flipped through the various exercises.

"Qingyun Jue, Feng Lei Jin, Bishui Jue..."

Seeing how Nafastus Brian was flipping through the pages, Deacon Clark but have a mocking look on his lips. Sword Slave is Sword Slave. He flipped through the pages so fast that he might not even be able to understand them all.

If you have some discernment, you will know where to ask me for answers and how to choose.

"Deacon Clark, please choose this one."

"Pure Yang Kung."

Deacon Clark took it and took a look, his face couldn't help but become weird, and he was sneering inwardly.

Those who practice Pure Yang Kung Fu have strong and thick internal energy, but the practice of this Kung Fu is slow, and most of the people in the sect who choose this Kung Fu give up in the end.

"you sure?"

"confirmed."

The gray-clothed deacon smiled and said, "You have good eyesight. This technique is good and suits you very well."

Nafastus Brian observed the words and expressions and knew that the gray-clothed deacon had a knife hidden in his smile and had no good intentions.

But just a moment ago, he had read through all the outlines of the exercises on the bookshelf.

Not a word of it is printed in my mind.

After comprehensive consideration, I chose this book of Pure Yang Kung. The ten levels of martial arts are all about polishing the physical body. Pure Yang Kung's inner strength is thick and strong, which is undoubtedly the most suitable.

Next, choose martial arts. Like martial arts, the levels are divided into basic, medium and advanced.

Nafastus Brian chose a medium-level swordsmanship called Liufeng Swordsmanship, which is famous for its huge lethality and dexterity.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. This Liufeng Sword Technique requires very high levels of understanding, and many inner disciples find it difficult to master it."

When Deacon Clark saw Nafastus Brian, he chose another "wrong" book of exercises.

I thought to myself, after all, it was an errand assigned by the hall master, so I should give him some advice to avoid being blamed.

"It's okay, thank you , Deacon Clark, for reminding me."

"Ignorant of good and evil!"

Deacon Clark face darkened, he whispered, and ignored Nafastus Brian.

Zongwutang Weapons Pavilion.

Since swordsmanship was chosen as the martial skill, the sword was naturally chosen as the weapon. Deacon Clark handed him one at will without giving him a chance to choose.

Clark the sword out of its sheath, Nafastus Brian looked it over and found that the three-foot sword was quite satisfactory.

This sword was made from green steel that had been tempered thousands of times. It was the standard sword for sect disciples. Nafastus Brian had seen many of it when he was a sword slave.

Judging from the lines on the sword body, it should be of the best quality among blue steel swords.

Click!

Without any warning, the sword suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a swaying sound.

Only half of the sword was left in his hand.

"what happened?"

Deacon Clark stepped forward and grabbed the sword. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't understand. He cursed: "Change the sword. The person who purchased the blue steel sword in the sect has faked it."

Click! Click! Click!

After changing three swords in a row, each one broke without warning. Deacon Clark Yang looked Nafastus Brian up and down: "You sword slave, you are not causing trouble, are you?"

Nafastus Brian specializes in swordsmanship and is somewhat famous within the Qingyun Sect.

Four green steel swords exploded for no reason in a row, making Deacon Clark a little suspicious.

Nafastus Brian was also puzzled in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "I don't have the ability, and I won't do anything at will. How about, Mr. Deacon, let me make my own choice?"

"It's a beautiful idea, just wait!"

Deacon Clark glared at Nafastus Brian and started tinkering in the corner where the discarded swords were piled up in the weapons pavilion. After a moment, his eyes lit up.

He took out an old sword that was stained with rust and covered with dust, and handed it to Nafastus Brian without explanation.

Nafastus Brian didn't wait for the sword to be unsheathed, and pushed it out forcefully: "Try the sword when you go back. Don't do it here. If you break it again, I really don't have a sword for you to use."

After breaking four swords in a row, Nafastus Brian was a little embarrassed and had to give up.

Before leaving, Deacon Clark looked at Lin Yundao and said, "Are you sure you don't want to change the Liufeng Sword Technique?"

"Don't change?"

"Haha, you are ambitious. The level of understanding required by this technique is beyond the imagination of a sword slave like you. If you don't change it now, if you ask me to change it in the future, I won't change it for you!"

"Farewell."

Regarding Nafastus Brian's persistence, the Deacon Clark sneered in his heart, "You have to beg me for help!"

Two hours later.

In front of Nafastus Brian's cabin, he changed into sect clothes. Wearing a white robe underneath and a green gown outside, his handsome face looked much more energetic.

In the open space in front of the wooden house, the sound of swords whistled, and Nafastus Brian danced with the sword, his movements flowing and flowing freely.

If Deacon Clark were here, he would definitely break into a cold sweat and be in disbelief.

The Liufeng Sword Technique, which ordinary people would not be able to master in half a month, can be easily mastered in Nafastus Brian hands, and he can do whatever he wants.

"It doesn't seem that difficult."

After two hours, Nafastus Brian had his first glimpse of the door and had mastered the basic sword moves of Liufeng Sword Technique.

In addition to the basic sword moves, Liufeng Swordsmanship also has three major killing moves, Gathering Swords into Wind, Reflecting Light and Flowing Shadow, and Wind Passing Without Traces.

There is still a long way to go before the swordsmanship is achieved, but if you think about it, it won't be long.

Lin Yun looked at the sword body thoughtfully. It was an old sword thrown to him by Deacon Clark.

The sword is two fingers wide and three feet long, and the blade is dull. The blade of the sword was greenish brown and looked old and dull.

Knocking on it lightly, there was no crisp metal sound from the heavy sword body.

Nafastus Brian determined that this should be directly polished from a piece of metal wood.

In addition to metals that can be used to forge sword blades, swords can also be made from animal bones, mountain rocks, and metal wood, but they are relatively rare.

Metalwood, not the official name, refers to some sharp grass and trees that can be comparable to the hardness of metal.

When Mr.Reid taught him the art of swordsmanship, he gave him a Book of Hundred Flowers Sword Manual, which contained records of many famous swords in the world.

Among them are some rare swords, which are polished from natural vegetation.

There are many plants and trees that can be turned into swords, and the most famous ones are ancient architectural trees.

The source of this sword in my hand cannot be seen.

However, its color is dull and has no aura. No matter how powerful it is, it is probably just a useless sword.

When grass and trees become swords, the most important thing is the natural Taoist charm and aura, without special maintenance. As time goes by, the spiritual energy disappears, and the Tao charm no longer exists, and it is no longer as good as an ordinary sword.

But Nafastus Brian was still very happy, at least the sword was not broken.

Good maintenance, barely enough.

Sheathing the sword, Nafastus Brian took out the Pure Yang Kung Fu and said with some anticipation: "It's time to practice inner strength."

If you don't cultivate your inner strength, there will never be a way out. Only the third level of martial arts can be regarded as a true warrior.

Cross your legs and close your eyes.

After sensing the internal energy in his body, Nafastus Brian used Pure Yang Kung to carefully operate the internal energy in his body.

At first, I was not very proficient.

The energy is rushing around in the body, hard to control, like a loach.

By the time I mastered it, it was already dark.

Accompanied by the starlight in the sky, Nafastus Brian's expectation has reached its peak and he can finally successfully operate the Pure Yang Kung Fu.

With his mind sinking and Pure Yang Kung running, Nafastus Brian entered some mysterious state.

As the inner energy circulated in the body, he could actually see the internal organs clearly, which was amazing.

Look inside!

After practicing the martial arts at the third level, you can look inside the body and the five internal organs, and truly embark on the path of a warrior.

However, Nafastus Brian, who was immersed in the practice of martial arts, did not notice.

In the mysterious space above the Dantian in the body, an ancient broken sword exists alone, with nine chains wrapped around the hilt spreading in the darkness.

When it was running the Pure Yang Kung Fu, a little spiritual light fell on the broken sword, causing ripples.

As the spiritual light fell, the end of the chain stirred in the darkness.

Weird and mysterious.