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Chu Yiming woke up very early the next day, and he arrived at Fengming Sword Hall before six o'clock, but he found that there was a person earlier than him.

It was the boy I saw on the phone yesterday.

At this moment, he was concentrating on slashing at the air in front of him.

The movement is very slow, and it takes about 20 seconds to make a sword, but it gives people a very scary charm.

Chu Yiming sighed lightly, unknowingly his whole mind was attracted to him.

It was obviously just a simple movement, but after staring at it carefully for a long time, it actually felt creepy.

It seemed that what was standing there was not a person, but a tiger that had been hungry for several days.

Two minutes passed, and the teenager seemed to have finished a set of training.

The sword-receiving station wiped the sweat off his brow, only then did he realize that someone had come to the door.

Walk to Chu Yiming's side.

"Are you the one named Chu Yiming who entered the inner hall yesterday?"

Chu Yiming nodded, and the boy continued.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Qin Fenghao. I am the first seat in the sword hall, and I will manage it when the curator is away."

Chu Yiming looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.

He seemed really just a normal guy.

Chu Yiming couldn't feel any awakening waves from him.

The ordinary feeling is in sharp contrast to the creepy feeling just now.

Is it the first seat?

Qin Fenghao's body was already drenched with sweat, and he was panting slightly while talking to Chu Yiming.

His appearance is not outstanding.But two things are impressive.

The first is that his eyes are extremely bright.

The second is his hand.

What kind of hands are these?

It is not so much a callus growing on the hand, as a hand growing on the callus.

As if sensing Chu Yiming's gaze, Qin Fenghao smiled.

"Effort is a form of genius, isn't it?"

Chu Yiming suddenly became serious.

"Can you spar with me?"

"Of course, only swordsmanship."

He knew he couldn't compare, but he still wanted to see how big the gap between the two was.

Qin Fenghao shook his head.

Chu Yiming asked.

"Then how will you compete with me?"

Qin Fenghao seemed to be touched when he saw the heat in Chu Yiming's eyes.

"It doesn't make any sense for me to discuss with you now, it may affect you instead."

"When you reach a certain level, you will naturally understand what I said."

"When you come to me again at that time, I will never refuse."

Then Qin Fenghao gave Chu Yiming a book and told him to study hard, then turned his head and went to practice swords by himself.

Chu Yiming felt his head was in a daze.

To be honest, he didn't understand what Qin Fenghao meant.

"Is it so mysterious?"

He muttered secretly.

Since people don't want to, forget it.

Chu Yiming looked at the book in his hand.

Feng Ming really understands.

Flip page by page.

But found that it was exactly the same as the previous basic swordsmanship.

However, there are some extra notes on it, all of which are mysterious things.

Feel the breath of the sword when you swing it like something.

Also experience the movement of every muscle in the body when every movement occurs.

And so on.

He glanced at the [-]% progress of the basic swordsmanship in his grinding board.

Chu Yiming suddenly had many doubts in his heart.

Haven't I already practiced to the end?

Isn't [-]% the end point of a combat skill?
……

In a house less than two kilometers away from Fengming Sword Hall.

Ma Feiyu was staring at the phone thinking about something.

"The time Chu Yiming entered the inner hall yesterday was exactly the same as what the man said. Is there really someone in the world who is unpredictable?"

Lying on his side on the bed, he has maintained the same sleeping position for two consecutive days.

Even though he knew that his arm had fully recovered, he still felt a dull pain subconsciously.

So he can only maintain this posture and not press it.

Thinking of Chu Yiming's hideous face, he couldn't help clenching his fists.

Blame that bastard for having to make a deal with the devil.

Now he has no turning back.

If someone else finds him...

Squatting in prison for a lifetime is probably the best ending for him.

He sighed helplessly.

The task that person gave him now was to find out the details of Yiming's strength.

According to his estimate, there are only the top five seats in the sword hall, which can firmly suppress Chu Yiming.

Ma Feiyu clicked on the communication software and entered the inner hall member group of Fengming Sword Gym.

There are everyone in the inner hall except Qin Fenghao.

It's not to exclude him, but the original intention of setting up the group is to create an environment for communication between awakened people.

"Brothers, the new buddy who arrived yesterday is a bit crazy."

"Take the sign, and leave without saying hello to us."

"How about it? Do you want to give him a blow and rub his spirits?"

"The whole newcomer welcome ceremony, let him integrate into us better."

After typing, Ma Feiyu sent a smirk.

Not long after it was sent out, everyone in the group responded.

"It's been a long time since a newcomer has come in, so we have to cheer him up."

"Hey, we're also doing it for his own good. The most important thing in walking the rivers and lakes is to keep a low profile."

"Go, teach him a lesson, maybe he will have to thank us in the future."

"Tradition cannot be lost."

A total of 25 people, 24 responded enthusiastically.

Because many of them have also experienced a similar welcome ceremony for newcomers.

Since they had endured it in the first place, others have to bear it too.

Ma Feiyu looked like he was sure of winning, and then he touched Zhu Xiao who was the only one who didn't make a sound.

"Aren't you going to join in?"

This time Zhu Xiao answered quickly.

"No, I feel a little sick to my stomach today, so I won't participate."

Ma Feiyu was a little baffled, would the awakened have a stomachache?
But it doesn't matter, it's not bad for him.

"By the way, what kind of talent level awakener is that newcomer?"

Suddenly someone in the group asked.

Ma Feiyu pondered for a moment.

After the day before yesterday, he specifically inquired about Chu Yiming.

It is natural to know that he is the first A-level awakener in Yucheng history.

He typed silently.

"Level F, I don't know the details."

"Don't worry, the highest will not exceed E level."

……

the other side.

Zhu Xiao was already rolling on the bed laughing.

This group of people must be crazy, dare to provoke Chu Yiming.

He had experienced the baptism of newcomers back then, and more than twenty seniors surrounded him one by one.

He said that he wanted to guide him, but in fact he was looking for a meat bag to bully him.

To this day, he still hasn't stepped out of that shadow.

Fortunately, the wicked have their own grind.

He wanted to see what Chu Yiming would do to this group of people today.

E grade, fuck his E grade.

Originally wanting to lie on the bed for a while, he immediately jumped up to wash up.

Then he put on his practice clothes and ran out the door.

"Xiao Xiao, why are you running in such a hurry?"

Zhu Xiao's mother was very puzzled.

While running, Zhu Xiao gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun he grabbed from the table just now, and said vaguely.

"I'm going to see a good show."