No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

　　 Su Changyu was a little dazed.

　　 I randomly drew a sword mark, did you really understand the sword?

　　 Are you bluffing me?

　　 bully me and never practiced sword?

　　Su Changyu is indeed a little confused.

　　 A sword mark can comprehend the sword technique, this kind of thing is not impossible.

　　 But wanting to comprehend the sword technique from a sword mark, not only test the talent of the sword awakener, but also test the strength of the sword mark owner.

　　 If you are a master of swordsmanship, even with a casual stroke, there is a supreme sword intent, Su Changyu understands this.

　　 But Su Changyu still knows what he is.

　　 So Su Changyu was a little dazed.

　　 Is it possible that my junior brother is really a genius of kendo?

　　Is this impossible?

what!

　　 Not right, wrong.

　　 is not completely impossible.

　　Taohua Taoist once said that his little junior brother has a very poor talent for cultivation, and he is the worst inanimate root, but poor cultivation talent does not mean that he has a bad talent for kendo.

　　 Since ancient times, sword repair geniuses have also had poor cultivation aptitudes. Although rare, it doesn't mean they don’t.

　　 Thinking of this, Su Changyu was a little excited.

　　 If this is really a genius, isn't Qingyun Dao Sect developed?

　　 For an instant, I don’t know how many thoughts flashed in my mind.

　　 At the end, Su Changyu withdrew his mind, restored that aloof look, looked at Ye Ping and asked calmly.

　　 "The brother asked you, how many swords do you understand?"

　　 Su Changyu asked, full of curiosity.

　　 "Return to brother..." Ye Ping was a little nervous when he heard this question. He didn't know if he had understood too much, but since the brother asked, he could only answer with the stubborn head.

　　 "From yesterday to now, the junior has comprehended three hundred and sixty-five sword techniques."

　　 Ye Ping spoke, lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at Su Changyu directly.

"How many?"

　　 Su Changyu couldn't help but speak, he was a little confused, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

　　 "Three hundred sixty-five kinds of swordsmanship."

　　 Ye Ping became more nervous, but still answered again.

　　Su Changyu: "......"

　　Su Changyu: "......"

　　Su Changyu: "......"

　　 The scene fell into an inexplicable embarrassment for an instant.

　　 Ye Ping did not speak.

　　 Su Changyu did not speak either.

　　 After a long time, Su Changyu became a god.

　　 I lost it?

　　 Three hundred and sixty-five kinds?

　　 his grandma's.

　　 Are you bluffing me?

　　 Are you criticizing me as someone Su?

　　 I, Su, can be regarded as a kendo leader in Qingzhou, right?

　　Although he is not very strong, he has practiced swords, OK?

　　 Three hundred and sixty-five kinds?

　　 Without talking about the possibility, Su Changyu couldn't help but complain.

　　I only know one sword skill.

　　 Do you think I can comprehend three hundred and sixty-five kinds of swordsmanship with a random stroke?

　　 Who do you think you are?

　　 The first peerless genius of Kendo in the Six Realms?

　　 Su Changyu couldn't help but complain.

　　 It's not that he is not well-educated, but that he is too good at playing.

　　 Three hundred and sixty-five kinds of swordsmanship?

　　 Apart from anything else, even if Su Changyu was asked to compile, he would not be able to compose the names of three hundred and sixty-five sword techniques for a while.

　　 let alone realize it?

　　 Good.

　　 I didn't see it, you really want to take away my title of the first person of Qingyun Dao Zong pretending to be the first person?

　　 Su Changyu's inner drama is very rich.

　　 Mainly because Ye Ping played too hard.

　　 If you want to say three, Su Changyu still has a 1% chance to believe it.

　　 Three hundred and sixty-five kinds?

　　Your home wholesale swordsmanship?

it is good!

　　 Junior Brother, you played this first.

　　 Don't blame the brother for being ruthless.

　　 Ye Ping's answer made the feeling of guilt in Su Changyu's heart disappear.

　　 And given that Ye Ping boasted so much, Su Changyu simply let go of himself.

"Humph!"

　　 He snorted slightly, with three-point anger, three-point sneer, three-point disdain, and one-point calm.

　　 Ye Ping felt even more nervous when he heard this cold snort.

　　 "Three hundred and sixty-five kinds of sword intent."

　　 "Little brother, you really let me down."

　　 Su Changyu spoke, leaving behind this sentence, leaving behind an aloof back, making Ye Ping full of guilt.

　　 Su Changyu is gone.

　　 He can't think of any sorrows for the time being, so he does a little work first, and waits for other sorrows to come later.

　　 In the back cliff.

　　 When Ye Ping saw Su Changyu's figure drifting away.

　　 The whole person is full of self-blame.

　　 After a long time, Ye Ping couldn't help muttering to himself.

　　 "I'm still too disheveled."

　　 He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

　　Although he had already decided that he was a waste of firewood to start the game, but I did not expect to be so wasteful of firewood.

　　 Through Su Changyu's expression, Ye Ping could see that his senior brother was really disappointed in him.

　　Especially when he thought that he had some complacency before, Ye Ping couldn't help but look ashamed.

　　 "I can't be lazy anymore. From now on I only sleep two hours a day. I have to work hard! I have to work hard!"

　　 Ye Ping clenched his fist, he secretly swore that even though he was hit, Ye Ping did not choose to give up, but turned around and continued to study this sword mark.

　　 That's it, in a blink of an eye, it was the seventh day.

　　 In the past few days, Ye Ping has almost forgotten sleep and food. He only ate one meal a day and only slept for two hours a day. He spent the rest of the time comprehending the sword marks.

　　 I don't know if it was because of the blow. In the past few days, Ye Ping understood more and more swordsmanship.

　　 From the previous one breath, he could deduce dozens of sword moves. Now, in one breath, Ye Ping can deduce one sword technique hundreds of times. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 is equivalent to one breathing time, Ye Ping practiced a sword technique hundreds of times.

　　The so-called diligence can make up for one's weaknesses. If one swordsmanship is constantly practiced, even if you can't reach the summit, but with unremitting efforts, you can finally step into the Dacheng Consummation.

　　 A breath is almost five seconds.

　　 There are twelve breaths in one minute.

　　 One hour is 1,440 breaths.

　　 Today's Ye Ping can practice a sword technique hundreds of thousands of times in one hour.

　　 Yes, it is hundreds of thousands of times.

　　 Su Changyu practiced swordsmanship once, and it took a quarter of an hour.

　　 An hour is eight quarters of an hour.

　　 One day is ninety-six quarters.

　　 Su Changyu could only practice one sword technique ninety-six times without eating or drinking.

　　 And Ye Ping an hour is worth more than 1,800 days without Su Changyu eating or drinking.

　　 is equivalent to about five years.

　　 And Ye Ping’s exercise was a deduction of swordsmanship, not the simplest exercise like Su Changyu.

　　 So to calculate in detail, Ye Ping's epiphany for an hour is more than Su Changyu's ten years of hard work.

　　 It's a pity.

　　 Su Changyu didn't realize all of this.

　　 However, it was on the seventh day.

　　 Qingyun Daozong also has a major event.

　　 "It's good, it's good, Master, it's a big deal."

　　 followed by a sound.

　　 awakened everyone in Qingyun Daozong.

　　Taohua Taoists jumped off the bed immediately, packed all their luggage at a very fast speed, and planned to run away at any time.

　　 But the next moment.

　　 The door was opened.

　　 is the third brother of Zongmen, holding a piece of rice paper, looking ugly.