At the beginning, you will get the will of heaven and reshape the heavens

Hearing Su Ming's astonishing answer, Yu Wenzhao was stunned for a moment.

The words he had prepared were swallowed abruptly.

What's the matter with this kid?

In the world, if in those royal cities, countless young talents heard about him—Yu Wenzhao, and taught them how to learn swords, then it would really be smoke from the ancestral graves.

No, it can't just be smoke, it has to be a big fire, and it has to be the kind of fire that can't be extinguished.

At this time, the cold moonlight came in and fell on Yu Wenzhao's body, making him look extremely lonely.

Su Ming looked at Yu Wenzhao, for some reason, he suddenly felt a burst of sadness from his heart.

Very strange.

"Okay, Xiao Su, since you don't want to practice swords, but only want to practice skills that can predict danger, then I will follow your wish."

Yu Wenzhao said lightly.

It seemed that he didn't care about the fact that Su Ming didn't want to practice swords at all.

Su Ming was greeted by him.

The cold moonlight, the slight breeze, and the sound of weeds surging.

The night is full of stars and fireflies, so beautiful.

"Xiao Su, cover your eyes and use your body to sense danger."

Su Ming was excited, and hurriedly took off a piece of clothing, covering his face completely.

Yu Wenzhao twitched the corner of his eyes slightly.

He just asked Su Ming to cover his eyes, not his entire face.

This kid really covered his ears, eyes, mouth and nose with clothes.

Forget it, it's okay to go directly to high difficulty.

The white clothes worn by Yu Wenzhao, the swordsman in white, fluttered slightly in the wind.

Under the cold moonlight, small white swords condensed out all around.

The white sword is small, if you don't observe carefully, you will really ignore it subconsciously.

"I will teach you for three days. Within three days, if you learn well, I will continue to teach you. If not, you can only choose to leave."

Yu Wenzhao said these words coldly.

Su Ming, who covered his face with his clothes, took a deep breath, loosened his shoulder blades, and said seriously:

"Mr. Yuwen, I will definitely study hard."

Anyway, after three days, no matter how well I learned, I have to go back. After another four or five days, if there is no news from me, my father may be a little anxious.

Moreover, being at home is far more comfortable than sleeping in the wild.

"Pay attention to the flow of the surrounding air, and then I will set the frequency of a sword every three seconds.

This sword will not hurt you, only pain. "

Yu Wenzhao nodded, and said again in a cold tone.

In the next instant, the surrounding white swords suddenly emitted a large amount of milky white light.

All of a sudden, the entire pitch-black wilderness was illuminated very brightly.

Su Ming stepped out with both feet, always ready.

However, a burst of milky white light made him startled.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden sharp pain came from the back of the hand.

Needless to say, he was attacked.

What's annoying is that Su Ming really attacked, but there was no reaction.

Sure enough, if I chose this premonition crisis, I really made the right choice.

"Boy, feel the air flow!"

Another sharp pain came from the same back of the hand.

The pain made Su Ming grin his teeth.

But the strange thing is that Su Ming seems to be able to capture the slight flow of the surrounding air.

It's a wonderful feeling.

After the three-breath time passed, Su Ming suddenly felt that the back of his right hand was five meters away, as if the air flow was abnormal, and he hurriedly prepared to withdraw his hand.

Unfortunately, the reaction was a bit slow, and the attack had already fallen into his hands.

It's just that it fell from the back of his hand to his fingers.

White-clothed swordsman Yu Wenzhao, under the cold moonlight, looked at Su Ming's action, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

This kid, what's going on!

After only three attacks, did he realize the air flow he was talking about?

No, it can't be, it must be a coincidence.

Yu Wenzhao directly summoned two small white swords and stabbed them at once.

Su Ming, who was three meters away, reacted immediately, leaning his right shoulder back and retracting his right ankle.

As for the two small white swords, one was aimed at the right shoulder and the other was aimed at the right ankle.

Yu Wenzhao, the swordsman in white, was really shocked.

This kid is so talented!

No matter what, he must trick him into practicing swordsmanship.

Such a seedling, if you don't practice swords, it will be in vain!

Perhaps, what he has never reached, this kid can achieve.

In the second half of the night, there are nearly five hours.

For five hours, Su Ming was sweating profusely.

He had completely absorbed the majestic energy and blood power of the several vermilion fruits he ate earlier.

He felt that he had completely settled in the realm of being unreliable, and he was making further progress in this realm.

The realm of martial arts is not in the mainstream, acquired warriors, innate warriors, Dongxuan, and the strongest.

These are the five great realms, and under the five great realms, there are also corresponding small realms.

Under the realm of non-flow, there are three small realms, the first level is for training skin, the second level is for training flesh, and the third level is for training tendons.

The Houtian realm has four small realms, the first level is bone training, the second level is visceral training, the third level is blood exchange, and the fourth level is condensing energy.

As for the realm of innate martial artist, the martial artist hired by his family or their family's strength is not enough to get in touch with a strong person of this level.

During the five hours of crazy practice, Su Ming could feel that his skin membrane had become extremely tough, and the faint power of qi and blood seemed to be tempering his flesh and blood.

He could feel that, with his current first-level training skin, which was not in the top level, it should be considered a piece of cake to be able to easily hold the fruit knife without getting hurt.

The night is divided into two by the sunshine of dawn.

The slight morning light illuminates the entire land.

"Xiao Su, let's end here."

Su Ming, who was sweating profusely, sat down on the ground, raised his sore arm, and took off the clothes covering his face.

The clothes were covered with a lot of sweat.

In the morning, the cold wind blows, which makes Su Ming feel extremely comfortable.

After sitting there for about 5 minutes, Su Ming looked at Yu Wenzhao, a white-clothed swordsman standing in front of him, and asked in anticipation:

"Mr. Yuwen, what do you think of my practice?"

Yu Wenzhao stared at the eyes that seemed to be shining brightly, remained silent, and did not speak.

This is because he doesn't know what to say.

This Su Ming is really the most talented person he has ever met so far.

No, this kind of person can't be called a genius anymore, and even such words as evildoer and monster don't seem to be able to represent him.

In the second half of the night, within five hours, Yu Wenzhao bloomed nearly thousands of tiny white swords around him, all of which could be noticed by Su Ming.

And after getting used to it, almost all of the thousands of tiny white swords can be dodged.

Of course, this premise is that shooting a sword with one breath is the standard.

Su Ming's strength is too low, only the middle stage of the leather training realm who is not in the top realm.

Like the standard of shooting a sword with one breath, it should have been achieved at the third blood exchange level of the Acquired Realm.

White-clothed swordsman Yu Wenzhao's talent is also top-notch, reaching the level of dodging one breath and one sword, and he can only reach the peak of bone training at the first level of the Acquired Realm.

Su Ming is the most talented person he has ever seen.