Black Tiger Hall, plum blossom pile.

Zhang Chu was bare-armed and holding a bamboo knife while performing daily knife skills training.

"Three hundred and twenty-five!"

"Snapped!"

The bamboo knife hit the wooden pile accurately, leaving a knife mark several inches deep on the wooden pile.

One hit.

Zhang Chu drew his sword, his movements as smooth as flowing water. The three-foot-long bamboo sword drew a graceful arc in front of him, and then struck out again.

"Snapped!"

The bamboo knife and the wooden stake as thick as a human head exploded at the same time, and sawdust and bamboo strips flew everywhere, hitting other plum blossom stakes, and there was a low roar of "tuk-tuk-tuk".

After taking a closer look, the sawdust and bamboo strips were actually nailed to the wooden stake like iron nails!

Facing the sharp sawdust and bamboo strips like iron nails, Zhang Chu just raised his hands to cover his eyes and let the sharp sawdust and bamboo strips shoot at him.

However, the sawdust and bamboo strips that could even be nailed into wood hit his naked upper body, but they were unable to penetrate his skin, leaving only shallow red marks on his body that were bounced away.

Zhang Chu was accustomed to it and did not make a fuss about it.

He glanced at the handle of the bamboo knife in his hand, and his two sword eyebrows were deeply furrowed into the character "Chuan".

"With only three hundred swords, seven bamboo knives were destroyed. It seems that I need to change my training method!"

He discarded the handle of the bamboo knife and frowned, thinking seriously.

There is a huge difference between those who have not entered the ninth rank and those who have entered the ninth rank!

Before he entered the ninth level, he could swing more than a thousand swords casually, and the swords still had power left after using all his strength.

After entering the ninth level, he went all out and struck three to four hundred times before feeling exhausted and unable to continue.

It's not that his blood has become weak.

But the consumption of each sword becomes stronger!

If calculated based only on strength, the full force of his sword before he entered the ninth level would have been at most six to seven hundred kilograms.

And the full force of his sword after he entered the ninth level was at least as strong as a thousand kilograms!

This is not the key yet.

The key lies in the essential change in force.

The strength before entering the ninth level is loose. If you use a knife to split a stone, the stone will explode.

And after entering the ninth level, the strength is condensed. If you use a knife to split a stone, the stone will be split into two!

This essential improvement meant that his physical strength and vitality, which were originally enough to support him in slashing nearly two thousand knives, could now only support him in slashing out three to four hundred knives.

The power was stronger, but the speed at which he practiced his sword skills also slowed down.

Also costs equipment.

Even a tough bamboo knife made of hundreds of thin strips soaked in tung oil and twisted with tung oil couldn't withstand dozens of chops.

…

After rejecting several ideas of practicing sword skills, Zhang Chu reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​"self-taught" and thought to himself: "Forget it, I'd better stop thinking about it. This matter can't go wrong. I'd better ask the little old man later.

Bar!"

After making up his mind, he gathered his strength and jumped up lightly, jumped onto the plum blossom pile which was more than ten feet high, pulled out the horse stance, and practiced the pile skill.

He has been practicing martial arts for some time now and has learned a lot.

From Zhuang Kung Fu, to Mang Niu Jin, Black Tiger Fist, to basic knife skills...

Among them, he only tasted Mang Niu Jin and Black Tiger Fist, and felt that there was not much significance in in-depth study.

As for knife skills, he had to practice. After all, he was a gang leader and had to be ready to go out and slash people with knives at any time. Of course, this skill of eating requires hard work!

Only the most basic pile skills, he never let go of them due to some strange combination of circumstances, and the more he practiced, the more comfortable and enjoyable he became.

Now if he doesn't stand on the pile for several hours every day, he always feels as if he has missed a meal and his whole body is weak.

Of course, he is also uniquely endowed with the golden finger of "rice bucket flow" to help him, and he is not afraid of the consumption of blood energy, so he dares to practice like this.

Among the other warriors, after entering the ninth level, which one is not focused solely on practicing boxing and learning weapons?

Are you really practicing martial arts to keep fit?

With the posture of Zhuang Gong, his whole body was soon wrapped in a wave of heat, and the wind could not blow in.

The muscles all over his body were trembling slightly, and the amplitude was so small that you couldn't even notice it if you didn't look closely.

Traces of light red air flow, invisible to the naked eye, traveled back and forth along every inch of his skin as the muscles throughout his body trembled.

The red marks on his body that were stuck out by sawdust and bamboo strips quickly became lighter under the light red air flow, until they disappeared.

Even the ugly stab wounds on his body were gradually getting lighter as the light red air flowed away.

Of course, this speed was extremely slow, so slow that even Zhang Chu himself was not aware of it.

But it is indeed getting shallower.

After an unknown amount of time, a young man on duty led a capable man in black attire, surrounded by four young men, into the door. He saw Zhang Chu standing there and was about to report, but was stopped by the powerful man with a wave of his hand.

The capable man is Zhao Changhui, who came at the invitation of Zhang Chu.

Zhao Changhui is also a martial arts practitioner.

People who know martial arts are most afraid of being disturbed by others when practicing. Of course, they don't want to offend Zhang Chu because of such a trivial matter.

It's just a short wait.

The boy on duty was very discerning and led Zhao Changhui to sit down at the stone table in the yard and served him fragrant tea.

Zhao Changhui sipped tea and secretly observed Zhang Chu who was standing still.

After observing for a while, he found that he couldn't figure out the reason at all, and he couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that the rumors that Zhang Chu had been practicing martial arts since he was a child and that his vitality declined due to serious injuries were true?

Of course he couldn't see why.

Zhang Chu's martial arts practice has long been ahead of him.

It's weird that he can see something!

…

The tea is cold.

The boy on duty came in with hot tea and replaced it with cold tea. He asked in an apologetic low voice if he needed to report to his hall master?

Zhao Changhui said calmly that he didn't need it.

Just stand there for an hour!

It doesn’t hurt to wait!

However, one cup of tea came after another, and in the end, the brazier brought by the Black Tiger Hall guard had been filled with charcoal twice, and Zhang Chu hadn't even woken up yet.

Zhao Changhui also went from being calm at the beginning, to surprise, to shock...

In the end, I doubted my life.

"Am I really not the material for martial arts training?"

Zhao Changhui asked himself in his heart.

He has been practicing martial arts for six or seven years!

But until now, his blood energy can only sustain the Zhuang Kung for more than half an hour!

Any longer, and the blood will be depleted, and it will take some time to recover.

And Zhang Chu has been standing there for almost two hours!

Pretending?

nonexistent.

After all, Zhao Changhui is also an old martial arts disciple who has been practicing martial arts for many years, so he still has this kind of discernment.

Just when Zhao Changhui was about to become depressed, Zhang Chu finally broke away from the visualization.

It's not that he can't stand it any longer, but that he still remembers the fact that he invited Zhao Changhui.

If he really wanted to stand up and be happy without any hesitation, it would take more than three hours at least!

…

As soon as Zhang Chu opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Changhui sitting in the yard with a confused look on his face. He quickly jumped up from the plum blossom pile and said with a smile: "Hahaha, Hall Master Zhao, I've been waiting for a long time, I'm sorry!"

Zhao Changhui was just like him, as if he had just come back to his senses, and smiled reluctantly: "It doesn't matter, I just waited for more than two hours!"

This is said sourly.

"Hahaha……"
To be continued...