Chapter 315 Study hard and practice hard (add 7 updates for Guo Jiuxing Silver League)
Ten days later, Miao Yonghuai, Song Ziyan, and Sheng Yingchun stood in the blacksmith shop and took the Bafang True Pill from Jiang Lin.
They can already hold fifty pounds of pig iron and run thirty thousand meters.
Although I only ran this once and passed out from exhaustion on the spot, I still met the requirements and could start the next stage of improvement.
The three of them took the elixir without hesitation, and the powerful medicinal power immediately exploded from their bodies.
Perhaps it was because he had experienced the same pain, or perhaps his cultivation, will, and body had been improved through training in these days. This time, even Song Ziyan, who had the weakest constitution, insisted on gritting his teeth and not letting out too many screams of pain.
As for Miao Yonghuai, he was staring at Sheng Yingchun.
The thirteen-year-old girl didn't say a word, and he gritted his teeth tightly to prevent himself from crying out in pain, which seemed a bit competitive.
The power of the medicine flows throughout the body, constantly broadening their meridians, strengthening their bodies, and improving their cultivation.
From the first level of martial arts, to the second level of martial arts, to the third level of martial arts...
It wasn't until the fourth level of martial arts that the improvement of aura stopped.
At this time, the three people were covered in blood and their faces were pale, but their eyes were very bright.
Their parents did not have such a level of cultivation at this age. They might have just started practicing martial arts.
A fourth-level martial artist can be considered a minor master even in the world of martial arts.
Of course, in Jiang Lin's view, it is not enough.
What he wants to cultivate is the Shenwu realm, and even the Dao martial realm, which can help him and help them control their own destiny.
It's just that Jiang Lin will not send a large amount of pills to the old Jianghu like those sitting in the watchtower, and let them work hard to build up their cultivation.
For these three children, Jiang Lin chose a step-by-step approach, even if it was cruel enough in the eyes of others.
"With a fourth-level martial arts cultivation level, you can already practice using these weapons. Come with me now," Jiang Lin said.
Miao Yonghuai excitedly grabbed the spear that was more than twice as tall as himself and followed Jiang Lin out of the blacksmith shop.
Then came Sheng Yingchun. She was not too short, but compared with Mo Dao, who was about ten feet long, she still looked much smaller and looked quite uncoordinated.
Song Ziyan hugged the double-edged sword and followed behind excitedly.
Arriving at the clearing, Jiang Lin stood in front of three huge pieces of pig iron.
This was something he had baked in advance using the Hengyu furnace. Each piece was one meter wide and one meter long, a very regular cube.
Jiang Lindao: "Now use your weapons to slash. You will slash as many times as I hammer in the shop. If I stop, you will stop. If I move, you will move. Do you understand?"
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Song Ziyan asked weakly: "Master, don't you have any moves?"
Jiang Lin stretched out his hand, used it as a knife, and slashed to the side.
The sword technique shatters the air!
The sword fell, instantly cutting a small gap in the void, and the terrifying breath rushed towards the face, suffocating the three children's breath.
Jiang Lin did not use all his strength and only gave a demonstration.
Retracting his palm, he said quietly: "This is my move, the Shattering Sky Knife Technique. Do you think you can learn it now?"
This was not a question and did not require an answer. Jiang Lin walked directly towards the blacksmith shop.
The three children stood there, watching the space gap heal quickly, and did not speak for a long time.
Even those who are in the divine martial realm will be shocked when they see this sword, let alone three children who have just stepped into the martial arts.
But it wasn’t long before they started to get excited.
If one could learn such an amazing sword, wouldn't he be invincible in the world?
Only Miao Yonghuai looked at the big gun in his hand with a sad face. That was a sword technique. How could he learn it on his own?
He turned his head and was about to ask if he could give up the gun and learn to practice swordsmanship when he heard Jiang Lin's voice: "Be prepared. If you take less, I will let you practice ten more times!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a sound coming from the blacksmith's shop.
Ding Dong——
Ding Dong——
The rhythm is clear, neither impatient nor impatient, neither fast nor slow.
The three children felt a chill in their hearts, and without thinking too much, they quickly began to swing their weapons and follow the rhythm to slash.
Fortunately, Jiang Lin's tempering rhythm was different from that of ordinary blacksmiths, otherwise they would have been in chaos with the clanging, clanging sounds.
However, even with a fourth-level martial arts training, he still ran 30,000 meters with fifty kilograms of pig iron, but when he actually slashed the weapon, he realized that it was not easy.
Especially the big spear and the Mo Dao are heavy and long.
It is easy to cut it down, but it is difficult to pick it up again and follow the rhythm to make another cut.
At first I had enough energy, but I could barely keep up. As my energy was consumed, I gradually couldn't keep up.
On the contrary, Song Ziyan, who has been performing the worst, has a lighter weapon and can still manage to hold on.
Miao Yonghuai and Sheng Yingchun glanced at him, gritting their teeth and persisting.
Song Ziyan, who is not as strong as them, can keep up, how can he lose!
Children often like to compete with each other more than adults.
Soon, the sound of hammering stopped, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, he was covered in sweat and his arms were unbearably sore.
However, before he could rub his arms a few more times, the sound of hammering in the blacksmith's shop sounded again.
Miao Yonghuai suddenly screamed: "So fast!"
Today, the South Blacksmith Camp has hired hundreds of people to cook and provide meals for tens of thousands of blacksmiths. Old Man Wei no longer needs to be responsible for this, so he simply came over to help supervise the children's martial arts practice.
He held a piece of paper and a pen in his hand, recording who failed to keep up and how many times he missed.
Although Old Man Wei usually takes great care of these three children, when practicing martial arts, he still strictly follows Jiang Lin's requirements.
At the end of the day, when the master blacksmith and apprentices came back one after another to rest and eat, the three children were still chopping weapons.
The weapon had been curled by the cutting edge, and there were many gaps in the pig iron in front of them. However, their faces did not retain the excitement they had when they first got the weapon.
Now his face is dull, his eyes are lifeless, and his waving movements are mechanical and stiff, relying entirely on instinct.
This kind of exhaustion is no less than running 30,000 meters while holding fifty pounds of pig iron.
Jiang Lin has come out of the blacksmith shop and is no longer hammering. The three children are now slashing to make up for what they owed before.
If they say less, they will come ten times more. At the end of the day, they will say less and do more hundreds or thousands of times.
Blacksmith Qi came over and said with some annoyance: "Master Jiang, why don't we let them eat first and then make up for it?"
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Jiang Lin glanced over, and the stern look in his eyes made Blacksmith Qi shrink his neck and said with a smile: "Pretend I didn't say..."
After arriving at the dining room, Blacksmith Qi let out a long breath and said with some fear: "Master Jiang is becoming more and more scary now, and one look in his eyes makes people dare not say more."
"I see, Mr. Jiang is quite polite to you. He has forgotten how the military attachés who came to make trouble in our blacksmith camp were thrown out by him by the neck?"
"Speaking of which, Mr. Jiang is really not someone who is easy to bully, so he just looks at Ping He. If he really annoys him, then..."
"Hush, you're talking nonsense, you're going to die!"
Jiang Lin's prestige in the South Blacksmith Camp now far exceeds that of anyone else, not even the Minister of Industry.
Almost everyone thought his method of training children was too much, but few dared to dissuade him.
It wasn't until the master blacksmith and apprentices had finished their meal, and many of them had even fallen asleep, that the clanking sound of chopping stopped.
Jiang Lin walked over, took the weapons from their hands, and said, "That's enough."
The three children looked at him blankly, and then fell to the ground on their backs one after another.
There were meals and kettles at their feet, but they only had time to take a few sips between exercises.
But in the afternoon, I could hardly lift my hands, so I couldn't think of eating.
I will be hungry, thirsty, tired and in pain. As soon as I fall down, I will close my eyes and fall asleep.
Of course, it's not an exaggeration to say that he fainted.
Jiang Lin stretched out his hand and rolled up the three of them with great strength, heading towards the house.
Old Man Wei had already boiled the medicinal soup, and when he saw Jiang Lin bringing the man back, he immediately opened the lid.
The hot medicinal soup is full of rich medicinal flavor.
Jiang Lin threw the three people directly in. Amidst the continuous popping sounds, Old Man Wei looked at the swollen elbows floating in the water with distress in his eyes.
But he was already used to Jiang Lin's approach, and instead of asking if he could reduce the number of times, he turned around to prepare the meal.
At this time, the three children had already woken up after choking on their water.
Familiar taste, familiar temperature.
The hot water stimulated their bodies and consciousness, making them feel the physical pain more clearly, and they all immediately grinned.
It's just that no one yells about the pain anymore, and I'm almost used to it.
Of course, this has something to do with the fact that a large amount of Sifang health pills are put into the medicinal soup every day.
Unless they belong to a powerful clan or a top power, no one whose family has such conditions would need precious elixirs to replenish their children's health every day.
"Starting tomorrow, I will run 10,000 meters with a hundred kilograms of pig iron every day and then practice slashing," Jiang Lin said.
"Ah?" Miao Yonghuai was the first to speak.
Jiang Lin glanced over, and Miao Yonghuai immediately shrank his head into the water, not daring to say anything anymore.
Although he was already very familiar with Jiang Lin, he was still in awe of this master.
"When I first came to the blacksmith camp, my master once said that the best swordsmen in the world only practice a thousand swords a day. We blacksmiths can wield more than a thousand hammers a day, but we cannot become masters."
"That's because blacksmiths have innate constraints, but you don't. If you want to become a master, you must practice a lot and solidify this foundation, just like instinct."
Miao Yonghuai stuck his head out of the water and asked: "If I slash thousands of people every day, will I be able to practice sword skills like my master?"
"Not really." Jiang Lin said.
The Sky Shattering Knife Technique is a self-created skill that can be taught to others, but it requires at least the eighth level of the Yuanwu Realm to be used.
A mere fourth-level martial artist, it’s already good to see him once.
The three children were immediately disappointed. What's the use of practicing so hard but not being able to learn it?
"We'll wait until your cultivation level improves. Besides, you're training with a spear, so what kind of sword skills are you learning?" Jiang Lin said.
Miao Yonghuai got excited again: "Master means that although I can't learn sword skills, do you have similar spear skills?"
"Not really." Jiang Lin told the truth. His marksmanship has not reached the point where he can integrate what he has learned in the past and create his own moves.
Miao Yonghuai's head retracted again, and his young heart was injured +1.
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