Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

Dafengguo, Changsheng Town.

"What a blessing!!!"

Lin Bei looked up to the sky and sighed, a tear falling from the corner of his eye, heartbroken.

"My mortgage, my car loan, my girlfriend, my savings, my..."

Just as he was wailing, he suddenly paused, "Hey, where did I get the mortgage? I don't seem to have a girlfriend..."

He patted his forehead and remembered that he seemed to have stayed up late to read a novel last night, and he was enjoying it. Suddenly his heart ached, and then he fell unconscious.

Wake up and enter this world!

"That's okay!"

Lin Bei wiped away his tears. As a person who refuses to be involuntarily involved and refuses to settle for nothing, his savings are as high as four digits, let alone a house, a car and so on.

The main reason is that the family has no inheritance.

"Oh, I didn't expect that it wouldn't be possible to lie flat all the time. It seems that I have to participate in the involution appropriately."

Lin Bei looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him with deep emotion.

The earthen floor was uneven, and the walls made of stones and loess bricks were very rough. The room was narrow and dark, with a wooden bed in the corner covered with a straw mat and covered with a slightly yellow quilt.

Other than that, there are just a few pieces of furniture, bottles and cans.

"Dafengguo, Changsheng Town, ginseng collectors, martial arts... Qi and blood realm..."

Lin Bei looked around the room, still in a daze, sorting out the messy memories of this body.

"They come, the security!"

After confirming that he had really traveled through time, Lin Bei was very open-minded. He touched here and there in his room and walked around in circles.

"Qiang!"

Suddenly, he took out a sword from the quilt, holding the sword in his left hand, holding the hilt in his right hand and gently pulling it, a crisp sword chant suddenly sounded.

"A sword, a real sword, a sharp sword!"

Lin Bei's eyes shone with surprise, and he couldn't put it down and stroked the sword blade.

The sword is two inches wide and three feet long. The outer sheath is not exquisite and is only engraved with some simple patterns, but the sword body is gleaming with cold light and extremely sharp.

"If I had this sword when I was a child, there would be no blooming season in the rapeseed field at the entrance of the village!"

Lin Bei was slightly excited, and he waved it a few times. He found that he was swinging it in a decent manner, without the stiffness of using the sword for the first time.

This surprised him.

"Could it be...muscle memory?"

After thinking for a while, Lin Bei thought of the reason.

His eyes flickered and he stood motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he squatted slightly, exerted force on his crotch, and shouted softly: "Draw the sword!"

Clang! Uh-huh!

The sword was unsheathed, and a cold light appeared. Like a waning moon obscured by dark clouds, it suddenly cut through the dark room, setting off a moment of brilliance.

Name: Lin Bei (14 years old)

Lifespan: 61

Potential: 1

Kung Fu: Sword Drawing Technique (29% of the first glimpse of the first level)

Realm: First Level of Qi and Blood Realm

Lin Bei's eyes widened, looking at the personal panel that suddenly appeared in front of him, feeling unreal at all.

After picking up the sword, he immediately thought that his predecessor seemed to have practiced a swordsmanship called "Sword Drawing Technique", so while searching his memory, he performed it once based on instinct.

Unexpectedly, after the sword was unsheathed, an attribute panel suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The age matches the previous body, and so does the realm. My current body happens to be at the first level of the Qi and Blood Realm."

"This means that the lifespan above is probably real!"

"I can only live to be sixty-one years old in this body?!"

Lin Bei was a little complicated, not sure whether he was happy or worried.

The average lifespan of the Blue Star Foodie Empire in the previous life was seventy-eight, and it seemed like he had suffered a big loss.

However, my family members know their own affairs, stay up late for a long time, and even stay up all night occasionally, do not like to exercise, have irregular work and rest, and eat junk food every day, and their bodies have long been weak.

Lin Bei could feel that in his previous life, his lifespan was far less than the average and he would die young.

No, after staying up late last night, I came here in a daze!

"So, I still make money!"

Lin Bei clapped his hands and almost laughed.

However, before he had time to be happy, he calmed down again.

“I made money, but not much!”

"Moreover, this world is much more dangerous than the previous life. Martial arts masters are rampant and monsters and beasts are infested. One may lose his life if he is not careful."

"Although the attribute panel shows that I can live to be 61 years old, if I encounter danger, I will still die young!"

"Furthermore, this is the world of martial arts. If one can reach a certain height in martial arts, can he change his destiny and live forever?"

Thinking of this, Lin Bei suddenly raised the sword in his hand and looked at it steadily with a determined look in his eyes: "I want to practice martial arts! I want to live forever!"

Immortality is too illusory, but it may not exist in this world. It can be regarded as a long-term goal and can be achieved slowly and step by step in stages.

But martial arts training is urgent!

Lin Bei didn't hesitate much. He held the sword, lowered his waist, and raised his strength from the ground. All the energy and blood in his body condensed in his arm, making a "clang" sound.

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

Then, he looked at the properties panel.

Nothing changes.

"Come again!"

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

"..."

Dozens of times in a row, beads of sweat broke out on Lin Bei's forehead, his arms were slightly sore, and his breath was somewhat disordered.

Regardless of the simple action of drawing a sword, the body's force exertion points, force exertion sequence, limb coordination, Qi and blood condensation techniques, etc., all consume a lot of physical strength.

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

Finally, after a clear sword chant, no matter how many times the sword was drawn, the attribute panel changed for the first time.

Name: Lin Bei

Lifespan: 61

Potential: 1

Realm: Qi and blood level one

Kung Fu: Sword Drawing Technique (30% of the first glimpse of the first level)

Seeing that the sword-drawing skill has increased from 29% to 30%, Lin Bei's eyes lit up, he put his hands on his hands and smiled: "I really have the qualifications of a Martial Emperor!"

As he thought, this should be a proficiency template. As long as it reaches the standard and continues to accumulate proficiency, it can advance the progress of cultivation.

The sword drawing technique, a sword technique practiced for many years by the predecessor, can only reach 29% of the first glimpse. This shows that the potential of this body's talent is indeed average.

But with this attribute panel, Lin Bei believes that he should be able to do better than his predecessor.

After resting for a while, Lin Bei walked out of the room with his sword in hand and came to a yard that was slightly larger than an ordinary living room.

The fence of the yard is made of stone mixed with yellow mud, and is surrounded by a circle of thorny thorns to prevent theft.

However, in this world, this anti-theft method is dispensable and has little effect.

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

Lin Bei stood in the yard and continued to practice the sword drawing technique.

Since the first fluctuation, he could only make the attribute panel change again every time he fired dozens of swords.

But he didn't take it too seriously. This kind of training method that could get timely feedback made him high-spirited and energetic.

Just when he was immersed in cultivation and gradually forgot himself.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Lin Bei stopped practicing, holding his sword, and looked at the gate of the yard with a wary look on his face.