The daily life of the villain and the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

How does it feel to swing a sword [-] times a day?

Even with the physique of a cultivator, Su Yi couldn't bear it.

On the first day, Su Yi practiced from the early morning light to the full moon hanging high, and his hands were so sore that he couldn't lift them up.

On the second day, Su Yi was an incense stick earlier than the first day.

On the third day, Su Yi was half an hour earlier than the second day.

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On the tenth day, Su Yi was finally able to finish the practice within five hours.

At the same time, he also realized Sword Master Haoran's intentions from this penance.

With each swing of the sword, Su Yi's body has formed a solid muscle memory. Every swing of the sword is natural, without thinking about the brain. When making a move, the body is even faster than the consciousness.

On the tenth day, Sword Master Haoran came to test and nodded in satisfaction, "Very good, we can proceed to the next practice."

After finishing speaking, he taught Su Yi a set of basic sword skills. The main moves are hook, hang, sweep, point, pick, stab, tease, chop, etc. There are no fancy parts, and the simple ones are not even like the swords of practitioners. Law.

"Do you remember?" Sword Master Haoran turned his head and asked.

Su Yi nodded, "Remember." After speaking, he demonstrated the sword technique completely in the manner of Sword Master Haoran.

"Okay." Sword Master Haoran put away his long sword, and said to Su Yi: "Next, you practice every move in this set of swordsmanship a million times, and Qingyun will come to me after practice."

Su Yi opened his eyes slightly, almost thinking that he had heard wrong.

Every trick a million times?Although this set of swordsmanship is not difficult, there are a total of 72 moves in the movements. Wouldn't it take tens of millions of times to practice all of them?

Even the disciples who were watching on the training ground were frightened when they heard this.

Sword Master Haoran didn't know how much shock his words had brought to everyone, because he practiced like this at the beginning, and even because of Su Yi's weak foundation and young age, he even reduced the amount a lot.

Seeing that Su Yi didn't respond, Sword Master Haoran asked patiently: "Is there any question?"

"No problem." Su Yi shook his head, clenched the sword in his hand, isn't it just tens of millions of exercises, he can do it.

As soon as Sword Master Haoran left, Su Yi started practicing.

This time, Su Yi devoted all his attention to this set of swordsmanship, forgetting about time and space, and took out a futon to rest on the spot when he was too tired, and continued to practice when he regained his energy.

The sun and the moon rotate, and the stars move.

On the empty sword training ground, the boring sound of long swords breaking through the air seemed to never stop, which became a special scene on the sword training ground.

Driven by Su Yi, many disciples gradually came to practice with him on the sword training ground, where there were not many people.

In the midst of the sword qi, with Su Yi as the center of the circle, the monks of the Cangkong Sword School in black and gold disciple uniforms surrounded him like stars and the moon.

Song Mingxuan stood not far away, staring at Su Yi who was dressed in white in Yuanxin, with a trace of resentment in his eyes.

His current appearance is very different from before, with a haggard face and a trance, and the high-spirited energy in his body has disappeared without a trace, as if he has experienced some huge blow.

Ever since Sword Master Haoran's heart demon was eradicated by Su Yi, Song Mingxuan, who was favored because of his proficiency in eating, drinking and having fun, was useless. Sword Master Haoran who had returned to normal simply threw a sword formula at himself and never cared about it again. over him.

After feeling the disgust of Sword Master Haoran towards him, Song Mingxuan never went to Qingyun's place again. He was afraid of that place, afraid of what Sword Master Haoran's sharp eyes would see from him.

In just one night, Song Mingxuan became the laughing stock of the entire Cangkong Sword Sect from a famous disciple of Sword Master.

Those who used to pursue the goodwill all changed their faces. Today, Deacon Fang, who manages the disciples outside, even taunted him in front of other disciples for ruining the ethos inside the sect.

But rather than resentment, Song Mingxuan was more fearful, and the current situation was completely different from the plot he had known before.

Daoist Ming Yuan and Sword Master Haoran, who were supposed to die after becoming demons, are both safe and sound, and he is not sure whether the chaos in the cultivation world will break out in the future.

What Song Mingxuan was more concerned about was that these changes meant that he had lost his identity as a prophet, and that he had lost his biggest golden finger in this world.

And all of this happened after the arrival of this unknown Hehuan Sect disciple.

Song Mingxuan even suspected that the other party might also be a time traveler, and even if it wasn't, it might be a variable like a reborn person.

In order to confirm his conjecture, he has been waiting in Lianjianping for several months and has been here many times.

But the opponent really showed an obsession with kendo, and practiced it day and night for more than six months!

In fact, until now, Song Mingxuan has basically ruled out the possibility that the other party is a time traveler like himself, because he feels that it is impossible for a time traveler to suffer such hardships.

He can't tell what he is doing here now, maybe only such a talented and hardworking person is qualified to be the protagonist, and he will be the most dazzling existence no matter where he is.

Song Mingxuan sighed, it seemed that today was still a waste of time, so he turned around and planned to leave.

But at the moment when he just turned around, a sudden change occurred on the training ground.

A powerful sword force suddenly erupted, and the domineering aura pulled the swords of all the sword repairers present. The sword in Song Mingxuan's hand was restlessly moving, making a small buzzing sound, and he turned around suddenly.

With the young man in white at the center, countless long swords were attracted and flew into the sky out of the master's control.

"what happened!"

"My sword, my sword..."

"what happened?"

But Su Yi, who caused everyone to be surprised, didn't know what happened at all. At this time, he suddenly entered a very mysterious realm.

Su Yi closed his eyes lightly, and swung his long sword, using exactly the basic swordsmanship taught by Sword Master Haoran back then.

Hooking, hanging, sweeping, pointing, picking, stabbing, teasing, chopping... Following his every move, countless long swords in the sky danced in sync, as if one person manipulated all the swords present.

With the gradual improvement of the young man's sword power, his sword skills became more and more perfect along with his moves.

Startled by the movement here, several streams of light flashed, Sword Master Haoran and Daoist Mingyuan appeared in Jianjianping at the same time, and the sect masters and elders of the Cangkong Sword Sect also arrived one after another.

"Is this the little fellow from the Hehuan Sect?" The bushy-bearded Third Elder showed brilliant eyes, and sighed loudly, "What a big commotion."

The great elder who looked like a scholar turned his head to look at Sword Master Haoran and asked, "Haoran, are you teaching him?"

Sword Master Haoran stretched his rare brows, and said with a smile in his eyes: "It's just a little pointing, I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Su to be so talented."

The sect master of the Cangkong Sword Sect looked at the young man in white who was surrounded by all the disciples, and said calmly: "The Cangkong Sword Sect has not had a disciple who has cultivated the heart of the sword for hundreds of years."

Everyone was silent for a while, the last one who cultivated sword heart was Sword Master Haoran, as the world's number one sword cultivator sect, his disciple was actually inferior to a young man who had only practiced sword for less than a year in the Hehuan sect, it was a bit of a slap in the face.

Aside from the embarrassment of the elders present, each of them secretly made up their minds that they must train their unworthy disciples well in the future.

The disciples of the Cangkong Sword Sect who were missed by their masters did not know the tragic fate they were about to usher in at this time, and they were looking up at the rare spectacle in front of them.

At this time, Su Yi's swordsmanship finally came to an end. With the last move, the sword energy of countless long swords turned into a huge invisible sword energy, and as Su Yi swung the sword straight to the sky, unexpectedly It caused a slight ripple to the mountain guard sword array above his head.

The Great Elder's complexion changed, and he couldn't help sighing: "Young people are awesome."

With the disappearance of the sword energy, the long swords in the sky seemed to have lost their support, and fell down one after another, returning to their masters.

Su Yi retracted his sword, opened his eyes refreshed, and saw countless pairs of sights filled with various emotions. He couldn't help being surprised.

When did there be so many people around me?It's not surprising that Sword Master Haoran and Daoist Mingyuan are here, but why are the sect masters and elders also there?

He blinked, tilted his head and asked, "What happened?"