Star Dome Railway: Starting from Becoming the Luofu Swordshead

Two hours passed peacefully.

Jingliu is a little anxious.

No, why is he still practicing?

Bang, bang, bang!

The inferior sword of the dark iron struck on the thick ancient tree, and with each blow, the leaves on the ancient tree would shake with it.

If it weren't for the fact that the Luofu Ancient Tree had been influenced by the "Medicine Master", then even if Chen Qingshan was now holding a blunt weapon instead of a sharp axe, I am afraid that this ancient tree would have been cut off long ago.

Chen Qingshan exhaled a long breath, he counted the number of times he swung his sword in his heart, and only after he had completed 20,000 swings did he put down the Xuantie Sword in his hand.

At this moment, the sun on the horizon has already shown its branches, and in about an hour or so, it will be early morning.

From swinging his sword at night to early in the morning, Chen Qingshan felt unprecedented refreshment.

Intense training tears old muscles, and then quickly repairs them to give them a new lease of life, and the reshaped muscles are stronger and more powerful than the original old muscles.

The repair and regeneration of muscles, this is the way normal people gain strength, but Chen Qingshan is speeding up this process, and after becoming the holder of the Patrol Destiny Path, his injuries can be repaired more quickly.

The strength boost that an ordinary person can get by practicing for a week, he only needs one night.

Glancing at the sky that was about to light up, Chen Qingshan stretched his waist, planning to go back to the house to take a nap for a while, and wait an hour to get up before continuing to cultivate.

And at this moment, in the girls' school next door, hearing the voice next door gradually subsided, Jingliu finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Great.... OK... Rested...."

She collapsed in the small courtyard of the girls' school, and fell asleep as soon as her face touched the ground because of overwork.

However, what Kagyo-ryu doesn't know is that her nightmare has just begun.

An hour later, she was sleeping soundly in a sweet dream, but a sudden muffled sound shattered her sleeping heart!

It was the sound of Chen Qingshan practicing his sword.

"I'm going to die!"

Jingliu jumped onto the courtyard wall suddenly, with a hint of being suddenly woken up in her resentful expression, and her voice was a little higher than her usual life.

"Aren't you sleeping?" Chen

Qingshan looked at the mirror on the courtyard wall in astonishment.

Her hair was messy, and there was a shallow dark circle under her eye sockets, which showed that she hadn't slept well at night.

It's broken.

Chen Qingshan said secretly, he was a little inconsiderate.

In the past, there was only a courtyard wall between the boys' and girls' schools, and he used a wooden sword to hit the stakes, and the sound he made could hardly be heard next door.

But now, the sound of him slashing the ancient wood with his iron sword was several times that of the original stake with the wooden sword.

The sound insulation between the boys' and girls' houses is not very good.

Chen Qingshan practiced and forgot for a while that there were still people living next door.

"I'm sorry~" Chen Qingshan touched the back of his head, smiled at Jingliu and said, "I don't practice anymore, Senior Sister Jingliu, you can rest well." With

that, Chen Qingshan put away the iron sword and returned to the house.

Jingliu, who was standing on the courtyard wall, blinked.

This guy is actually quite polite.

Forget it, if she went into the house to sleep when she was most open, instead of being subjected to that ridiculous competitive tendency, she could actually have a good night's sleep.

"I'm sorry, I'm at fault too. Jingliu said.

Bai Nan is a good example.

She is still sleeping in her room, and the quality of her sleep is good.

However, Jingliu still has some grievances in his heart.

Chen Qingshan could practice almost non-stop, and she could be energetic after only sleeping for an hour, but what about her?

She hadn't used the painful and tiring exercise method of swinging the sword with a counterweight, she was just practicing the sword technique repeatedly in the courtyard.

The level of effort of these two training modes is not at the same level at all.

However, Chen Qingshan, who has a greater amount of training than her, seems to be much easier than her.

This made Jingliu feel a huge sense of disparity in his heart.

If it goes on like this, she will definitely be caught up by Chen Qingshan

!"No, I'm going to increase the amount of training for myself too!"

——

Half an hour later.

The sky was already completely bright, and Chen Qingshan came to the training school ground of the Cloud Cavalry Army.

There are a number of training grounds in the Cloud Cavalry, one of which is being used for annual exams, while the others are used by the Cloud Cavalry on a daily basis.

However, the disciples of the Sword Trial Hall have some privileges, and they can also use the training school of the Cloud Cavalry.

The only difference between this and the backyard of the school is that there are many people in the school field who are using it at the same time, but Chen Qingshan is the only one in the school house.

The eyes on the cloud cavalry academy looked much stronger than the one in the school building, and most of these cloud cavalry soldiers were naked, with heavy iron pieces tied to their arms.

Chen Qingshan is just a child, although his physique is relatively strong among his peers, but compared to these cloud cavalry troops, it is a bit of a trivial.

Moreover, Chen Qingshan was born with a relatively small skeleton and belonged to a relatively thin type.

"Hah

!" "Drink!" The

low cheers of the soldiers were heard from time to time on the school ground.

Some people practice boxing, some people practice guns, but there are only a few who practice swords.

These cloud cavalry are amazingly imposing, and those little kids in the school can't compare to them at all.

Chen Qingshan took a deep breath, cultivating in this environment, he was still somewhat stressed.

"Drink!" Chen

Qingshan continued to practice swinging his sword.

At first, there were basically no cloud riders who noticed him, but soon, many people began to notice this young man who was just practicing sword swinging.

"The posture is good, the foundation is very solid, and it is different from those little children who are unstable. A man with a figure of about one meter nine and a battle armor on his body was more complex than other cloud riders said.

"Captain Ji, this seems to be the Sword Fifteen. "

The body is thin, six feet tall, the eyebrows and eyes are tough, the bridge of the nose is high, and the eyes claim to be a weak sword spirit, yes, the characteristics match what the storyteller said first, it seems that it is really the sword fifteen." "

Sword Fifteen.

A new book just compiled by a storyteller near Singcha Harbour.

It is rumored that there is a disciple in the Sword Trial Hall who has been the penultimate in the annual examination for three consecutive years, but in the previous annual examination near the sword head competition, he used a superfliantly secret sword and cut off the flow of water.

With a sword, he amazed the fifteen big men who watched the annual examination among the six emperors, so it was named Sword Fifteen.

"Heh, what Sword Fifteen, it's just a stinky boy who has not dried up. Captain Ji waved his hand to several cloud riders who were onlookers and said, "What do you see? No more practicing? What is there to see for a child? Scattered! All are scattered!"

Having said that, Captain Ji is also a little curious about this Sword Fifteen.

Cut off the flow of water, that's a secret sword.

Although it is only a relatively low-level secret sword, it is indeed a secret sword.

Captain Ji also uses secret swords, not to cut off the flow of water, but to other secret swords.

He crisscrossed the battlefield, fought with abundant evil creatures for many years before he barely comprehended a trace of the sword sense of killing, this young man was only eleven or twelve years old, and he must have been born with a sense of sword cultivation wizard.

It's just....

Captain Ji looked at the figure that kept slashing at the stake, but he couldn't help but shake his head.

The lower plate is very stable, and the foundation is indeed very solid.

But Captain Ji could see that this little ghost's body lacked flexibility, and except for the secret sword, he might not have learned a single sword trick.