Chapter 17 I still like your unruly look
After weighing it in his mind, Ye Qingzhou quickly made a choice: "In martial arts in the world, no one can break through anything but speed. The one that suits me best right now is Fengshi."
While thinking in his mind, Ye Qingzhou also drew out his sword one after another. In a few square inches, the eight sword moves of stabbing, chopping, lifting, hanging, clouding, point, collapsing and cutting were like flowing clouds and flowing water. He picked them up at his fingertips, showing his profound and profound skills. Solid swordsmanship skills.
All swordsmanship in the world is a combination of these eight sword moves. They are ever-changing and never depart from their roots.
As Ye Qingzhou continued to practice these eight sword moves, his understanding of the wind force became more and more profound. He soon went from beginner to proficient, and finally broke through to the level of proficiency before he could stop.
The main reason is that the vitality in the body has been exhausted and the inner breath cannot be sustained, otherwise he can continue to break through Feng Shi's skill level.
Feeling the empty dantian, Ye Qingzhou couldn't help sheathing his sword, and sighed secretly: "It's so tortured to stop in the middle of the pleasure every time. It seems that making money must be moved up the schedule as soon as possible."
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Then he inexplicably thought of Xu Yuebing.
"I heard that the Xu family is quite rich. Why don't I just get married? It's not shabby to practice martial arts. The worst thing is to get divorced after you master it. As the saying goes, the first sword you land is to kill the person you love first..."
But then Ye Qingzhou immediately gave up this idea. Mainly because he was a majestic swordsman, but he was also burdened by some idols. What does it mean to betray his appearance?
Inappropriate, inappropriate.
Putting away the random thoughts in his mind, Ye Qingzhou began to calm down and entered the fetal breath state where his heart was as calm as water. Then he turned on his inner vision and carefully observed the various changes inside his body.
At this time, the vitality in Ye Qingzhou's body had been completely squeezed out, and not a drop could be squeezed out.
However, the effect is also very significant. The vitality consumed through the inner breath strengthens the nerve fibers in his body and increases the speed of information transmission between neurons.
Ye Qingzhou noticed this subtle change by virtue of his exquisite craftsmanship: "My reaction speed has increased by at least 2%, which means that the eight-style sword move that was integrated with the wind just now, every time I practice it ten times, The reaction speed can be increased by one percent. Blue Star’s martial arts is incredible!”
You should know that the length of human reflex arc is generally 0.1 to 0.5 seconds, and it is often innate and difficult to improve and strengthen through acquired training. This is the so-called innate endowment and difference in qualifications.
But Blue Star's martial arts has obviously broken this iron law and has actually developed to such a mature level that it has begun to involve genetic modification.
"No wonder Xu Lan is not optimistic that I can win the championship. It seems that those second-generation Xiu who are ahead of schedule do have a much more solid foundation than me."
Ye Qingzhou's thoughts were racing and his thoughts were flying.
His opponents started practicing martial arts five or six years in advance and spent a lot of resources to build the foundation of martial arts. According to this model, even a fat pig can be strengthened into an elephant.
But it was impossible to make Ye Qingzhou admit defeat.
Although he really felt the huge gap in physical fitness, Ye Qingzhou was not discouraged.
On the contrary, the stronger the opponent, the more exciting and thrilling he can feel: "I have begun to look forward to it. I hope you second-generation Xiu will not disappoint me."
Early the next morning, Ye Qingzhou went out to school carrying his sword bag.
He closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the school step by step.
The distance between each step is exactly three feet, and the error is even controlled within one millimeter. The posture is very weird.
This is actually an extremely advanced skill, which Ye Qingzhou gained from self-realization in his previous life. It is called "Sword Fighting at the End of the World".
Different from standing stance, Zhanjian Tianya can be practiced while walking. Each step is three feet away, which is exactly the length of the sword body.
Weapons are extensions of fists and feet, and the essence of all swordsmanship in the world is actually the control of spatial distance. Therefore, whoever has a stronger sense of spatial distance will have a greater advantage in swordsmanship. If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach a thousand miles.
In order to win the Qinglan Sword Fighting Competition, Ye Qingzhou is now racing against time to strengthen himself. He is practicing moving piles even when walking. Through repeated practice, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, thousands of times, the body is fully The flow of energy forms a conditioned reflex and follows a fixed track. Over time, the internal meridians can be realized and the energy can be released according to the heart.
At the same time, Ye Qingzhou also closed his eyes tightly and relied entirely on his ears to hear sounds and identify locations. In this way, he exercised his five senses and control.
But in the eyes of others, Ye Qingzhou looked exactly like a street kid walking with his eyes closed, kicking his feet and putting his hands in his pockets. He was arrogant and arrogant.
Even the people passing by stayed far away and did not dare to come within five meters of him.
It wasn't until he arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School that Ye Qingzhou met Yun Shanshan unexpectedly.
In the past, Yun Shanshan would never have taken the initiative to greet Ye Qingzhou, but after learning from her best friend Cao Jingwen that Ye Qingzhou had joined the swordsmanship club yesterday, her thoughts at the moment have obviously changed a lot.
The swordsmanship club of No. 1 Middle School is still very popular. The top five seats are all qualified to be recommended to universities. It's just that the schools they are recommended to are of different grades.
Compared with other ordinary high school students, members of the swordsmanship club obviously have a higher probability of becoming professional martial artists, and their future is bright.
It is precisely because of this that even though Yun Shanshan was ignored by Ye Qingzhou, she still felt that this small grievance in front of her was nothing, and instead had high morale.
She carefully smoothed her hair in front of her forehead, tried her best to put on a charming smile, and then said hello to Ye Qingzhou in a sweet voice: "Ye Qingzhou, good morning."
As a result, Ye Qingzhou closed her eyes tightly, only twitched her ears, and walked across the school gate without stopping, with no intention of paying attention to Yun Shanshan.
This made Yun Shanshan, who always regarded herself as a little princess, very angry. No boy had ever dared to ignore her like this!
Never!
Yun Shanshan ran quickly without giving up, and finally caught up with Ye Qingzhou. She stopped breathlessly: "Ye Qingzhou, wait."
Hearing the sound, Ye Qingzhou stopped practicing, slowly exhaled and stopped practicing, and looked at Yun Shanshan with an unhappy look on his face: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you see me just now?"
"Are you blind? Didn't you see me walking with my eyes closed?"
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"Then why don't you respond to me when I call you?"
"I'm not a telephone customer service person, why do I have to answer your questions?"
"Ye Qingzhou! Does this have to be the case between us? Obviously you were not like this before..."
"Look at what you said. Didn't you always be indifferent to me before? Why do you have to get entangled with me now? In fact, I still like your unruly look. Please recover."< br>
Yun Shanshan bit her lower lip gently. She felt extremely wronged in her heart. She had obviously bowed her head on her own initiative. Why didn't Ye Qingzhou forgive herself?
Love the new and hate the old!
Bah, what a scumbag!
(End of chapter)