In the morning, the sun rises in the East.

    As usual, Yang Xuan stood lazily on the martial arts field outside the seven Xuan gate.

    "The day''s plan is in the morning. If you want to become internal disciples, the only way is to honor your ancestors and practice hard. Remember, if anyone can''t break through to Ningyuan before the age of 18, he will be expelled from the door wall according to the door rules."

    An old man with white hair and red face stood at the front of the martial arts arena and said loudly.

    The old man is no one else, but Gu Yunfeng, the big elder of the outer gate of the seven Xuanmen.

    After a word, he cleared his throat and went back to business: "listen, I''m talking about basic swordsmanship today."

    "What, basic swordsmanship? What''s good for practicing this rotten Street swordsmanship?"

    "Yes, our top priority is to cultivate the flesh, open up the meridians of the whole body and break through to the realm of Ning yuan."

    "What''s the matter? I thought the elder was going to teach us some gorgeous fighting skills today!"

    Many young girls murmured in a low voice. They were all outside disciples in the state of body quenching. In short, this state is to refine the body, open up the meridians of the whole body and refine the innate vitality. Only in this way can they have hope to step into the state of body quenching.

    At that time, you could cultivate both martial arts and martial arts. Let''s not talk about the martial arts first. Martial arts is a method of using vitality, and its power is much stronger than basic swordsmanship.

    Moreover, even if you don''t reach the Ningyuan realm, the power of many war skills exceeds that of basic swordsmanship.

    Based on this, no one wants to waste time on basic fencing.

    "Basic swordsmanship? It''s boring." Yang Xuan shook his head gently, closed his eyes and dozed off. In the past six months, he had the same dream every night. In the dream, he killed people like hemp, often woke up in the middle of the night and had a serious lack of sleep.

    There were too many people in the audience. Gu Yunfeng didn''t notice Yang Xuan and shouted, "shut up. Don''t look down on basic swordsmanship. This thing can live forever. It naturally exists. You should all know the sword God?"

    "I know that the name of the sword God is Gu tongxuan."

    "I also know that the sword God seems to have been born in our Xingchen island. He was already a famous swordsman in the world more than a thousand years ago."

    Many disciples spoke loudly.

    "You''re right, but you only know one thing and don''t know the other. To tell you the truth, the sword God is to cultivate basic sword skills since childhood, so that he can understand the meaning of sword at the age of weak crown, master the profound meaning of sword at the age of 100, and finally establish a sect in Zhongzhou, recruit disciples widely and be respected by all people." Gu Yunfeng said.

    "True or false!?"

    The people were surprised. They knew that the sword God was the leader of the sword god palace of the super sect in Zhongzhou. He was also a strong swordsman in the world. His sword technique was superb and unpredictable, but they didn''t expect that the sword God had practiced basic sword since childhood.

    "This is absolutely true, so if you want to make achievements in kendo, you must practice basic fencing and understand the profound meaning of kendo."

    Speaking of this, Gu Yunfeng paused and said, "after talking so much, you may not believe it. Well, I''ll find someone to show you."

    After speaking, he drank and asked, "where is Yang Xuan?"

    The voice fell and no one answered.

    After a while, someone said with a smile: "report to the elder, Yang Xuan is asleep."

    "Ha ha, I really fell asleep." a group of people burst into laughter and looked at a teenager.

    The young man was Yang Xuan. He was sixteen or seventeen years old. He was very handsome. However, he was thin and weak, as if he had been blown down by a gust of wind.

    At the moment, he lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, breathed evenly and slept soundly.

    "This guy is really a wonderful person who can sleep even standing." someone chuckled.

    "Yang Xuan." Gu Yunfeng raised his voice and shouted. He was a little angry. Unexpectedly, some disciples dared to doze off under his eyes.

    "Disciple is here." Yang Xuan was awakened by the roar. He couldn''t wipe the saliva off his mouth and replied loudly in a panic.

    "Out of line."

    "Yes, elder."

    Yang Xuan didn''t know why Gu Yunfeng called himself out, but he still endured sleepiness, came out from an insignificant corner behind the crowd, and trotted all the way to the stage of preaching.

    "Take the sword!"

    He didn''t give Yang Xuan any good face. Gu Yunfeng waved his sleeve robe and an iron sword flew down the stage.

    Yang Xuan responded quickly, raised his right hand and grabbed the handle of the sword. His movements were crisp and neat. Gu Yunfeng''s eyes lit up and nodded: "Yang Xuan, I have seen you practice sword privately many days ago. It''s very good. Now you can demonstrate basic sword skills to many fellow disciples to let them see the power of basic sword skills."

    "I see."

    Yang Xuan suddenly understood why Gu Yunfeng wanted to come out by himself. He didn''t think much. He respectfully said, "I''d like to obey the order of the elder!"

    With that, he half narrowed and suddenly opened it. His eyes became extremely sharp, like two cold sword lights flashed.

    Shua!

    A group of young girls looked at him.

    At this moment, the lazy, seemingly thin figure suddenly became tall in the eyes of many people, especially with deep and sharp eyes, which gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

    Under the attention of the public, Yang Xuan''s face remained unchanged, his waist was slightly heavy, his left foot retreated half a step, his right elbow retracted, and then suddenly broke out. His right elbow was like a loose spring, and his iron sword stabbed horizontally, like a lightning bolt through the void.

    This is the sting of basic fencing!

    It is required to be quick, hard and accurate, and kill the enemy with one blow.

    As the iron sword pierced through the air, Yang Xuanhao didn''t stop. His body moved quickly. Sometimes it was like an eagle hitting the sky, and sometimes it was like a lion and a tiger attacking a sheep. The iron sword in his hand flew over, and the sword around him was as bright as a cobweb.

    Basic swordsmanship is not so gorgeous, but it has been inherited for a long time, including stabbing, splitting, pointing, lifting, picking, collapsing, cutting, cutting, wiping, cutting, cloud, hanging, frame, etc.

    In ancient times, this is a required skill for sword practitioners, but few people are willing to practice it after a long time, because it is easy to learn but difficult to master. It takes time and effort to achieve something.

    However, Yang Xuan is different. Since he was young, he yearned for the happiness, gratitude and hatred of holding the sword in the world. Moreover, he has a very high talent in kendo. He has a vague feeling about the sword. He doesn''t take some time to practice the sword every day. He is uncomfortable all over.

    Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

    The sword light is like raindrops and lightning. His sword speed has reached the extreme.

    "Wow! That''s great!"

    "Yes, it turns out that basic swordsmanship can be so gorgeous!"

    "Hee hee, I have decided to practice basic swordsmanship in the future!"

    Many young girls who have just started are amazed. Most of them pursue gorgeous moves and lack interest in basic swordsmanship. However, Yang Xuan''s basic swordsmanship is full of unspeakable explosive power and beauty, which is pleasing to the eyes.

    "Cut, what''s powerful? Wait and see. He won''t last long." a strange voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

    "Why?"

    "Hey, hey, he''s just a waste. He''s only hardened his body and environment for five years. Moreover, he''s seventeen years old this year. In a year, unless he takes some panacea, he can''t break through to Ningyuan and is destined to be kicked out."

    "Alas, it''s a pity that you don''t practice sword skills until you''re old!"

    "What''s a pity? Waste is always waste. Even if you have a little talent in kendo, it''s just an empty shelf if you can''t improve your accomplishments."

    Sure enough, before long, Yang Xuan''s sword wielding speed became slower and slower, his face became pale, and the bean sweat from his body had completely soaked his clothes.

    In a short moment, his arms were numb, his body was weak, and the speed of his sword seemed to be a turtle climbing.

    "Hey, hey, see, he''s dying." someone sneered.

    Yang Xuan looked focused and turned a deaf ear to all kinds of ridicule. Although his muscles were swollen and painful at the moment, he still didn''t mean to stop.

    "I haven''t finished a set of basic swordsmanship. I can''t stop. I can''t stop."

    "Hold on, I''m still young and can''t give up easily. My father entrusted me to find a relationship and finally sent me to qixuanmen. I can''t disappoint him because my expectations for me are so high."

    He kept cheering himself up. Yang Xuan clenched his lips and continued to wave his iron sword. His slow movements made him miserable. His face was paler and he was sweating all over. However, his eyebrows were more firm and his heart was filled with a stronger obsession.

    "Senior brother Yang Xuan, stop. You will faint if you go on like this." a girl couldn''t see it anymore and shouted crisply.

    "Younger martial sister xue''er, he is a waste. Why do you care about him so much?"

    "Elder martial brother Yang Xuan is not a waste. Don''t talk nonsense."

    "Younger martial sister, you, you don''t like him, do you?"

    ……

    "Alas, this son has very high attainments in kendo. However, his physique is too poor. If he has no luck, he may not be able to enter the realm of Ning yuan in this life."

    Gu Yunfeng sighed softly in his heart. He couldn''t bear to look again. He drank softly: "OK, Yang Xuan, stop."

    "Plop!"

    No matter how hard it was for Yang Xuan to insist, he half knelt on the ground and his face was full of a bitter smile: "this body is really weak. He is as tired as a dog without finishing a set of basic swordsmanship."

    "Go down and have a rest."

    "Yes, elder."

    Yang Xuan nodded, laboriously propped up his body and staggered towards the back of the martial arts field.

    Along the way, he could clearly see the eyes of many fellow students gloating at misfortunes, but he suddenly didn''t feel it and didn''t take it to heart at all. He had been practicing outside for many years. He had long been used to this kind of eyes and was extremely determined.

    ……

    After the morning exercise, Yang Xuan was dizzy. He didn''t know how to leave. Vaguely, he felt as if he had been helped back to his residence by a girl.

    He was so tired that his body seemed to fall apart. He fell on the bed and fell asleep.

    No accident, strange dreams come.

    For more than half a year, Yang Xuan had a strange dream every time he fell asleep.

    In his dream, he became another person. He had great talent since he was a child. He became famous in the mainland in his twenties, but he was notorious because he committed all kinds of adultery and plunder. He didn''t know how many women he harmed and how many people he killed. He was called Shura devil.

    However, when he was twenty-eight years old, he was besieged by more than a dozen top experts and finally died.

    That war was earth shaking. More than a dozen cities were destroyed and countless people died. Within a radius of ten thousand miles, everything came to naught and the vitality disappeared.