Waterdrop Survival: I can see the prompt

I slept very late the night before.

It was already dawn the next day.Fang Bai hadn't woken up yet.

"Get up! Practice sword!"

He Jianzi's voice sounded in the Sword Academy.The voice carried a strong majesty.

Fang Bai shuddered and quickly got up.

The others were casual cultivators, used to being lazy, and they were still putting on their clothes leisurely when they heard He Jianzi yelling.

Seeing that only Fang Bai came out alone, He Jianzi added:
"If you can't walk out of the room within ten breaths, practice for an extra hour!"

Hearing this sentence, a group of people seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and quickly put their clothes on their bodies.

The time of ten breaths is too short.There were only three people who could walk out of the room.

The surroundings of the Sword Academy are already filled with weapon racks, and on the racks are all kinds of swords: long swords, short swords, and soft swords, with hundreds of lengths and sizes.

After a few more minutes, all the people used were present.

He Jianzi looked serious:
"Now you are the introductory disciples of Zhengjianmen. Let me first talk about our Zhengjianmen master Guang Chengzi, the master of the Yellow Emperor..."

Overnight, He Jianzi seemed to have figured out many things.He wasn't stupid, but he was protected too well.

What surprised Fang Bai even more was that he learned the basic skills of principals in the real world without a teacher.From the time when the master founded the sect, what twists and turns have he experienced, what glorious deeds have he had, what is the situation now, and what will happen in the future, he talked eloquently for more than an hour until the sun was rising.

These people have been tortured by the principals' speeches, and they have long been numb to such things in their hearts.

But He Jianzi was serious.Anyone who was noticed by him as distracted and absent-minded would be picked out on the spot, ten rulers at a time.

For a real fight, it might be a ruler made of leftover materials from sword refining, which can swell the hands of these new disciples in one blow.

Mozun and Miss Lin'er also came out to practice with their new disciples.

The best place to practice is on the edge of the cliff.In this world, where can I find such a pure energy of chaos.

The Mozun was even more ruthless, grabbing his apprentice and throwing him into the chaos.

Fortunately, this poor child had also cultivated on the Bone-Selling Platform in the previous world, so he had a certain resistance to the Qi of Chaos.But I can't stand the purity of the chaotic air here.

After more than half an hour, his body swelled like a frog.

Mozun pulled him out, helped him expel the chaotic energy in his body, and then threw him in again:
"Anyway, you have been exposed to this thing before. I won't say much. When you can freely control this thing in and out of your body, and you can use it to get out, this stage of cultivation will be considered complete."

I have to praise this unlucky kid for being strong.The air of chaos flowed in and out of his body, every bit of skin felt like being pricked by needles, and the air of chaos continued to corrode his body, like sprinkling salt on his wound.

He remained silent.

This time he persisted a little longer, reaching an hour, but this has reached his limit.

The third time I persisted for an hour.Strength lies here. If he wants to persist for a longer time, he can't do it in a while.

Mozun was very satisfied with him, but he didn't say anything.

On Fang Bai's side, He Jianzi finally finished his training, and pointed to the swords on the surrounding weapon racks:

"Now, you are the ones who choose the sword. Remember, choose the one that is most comfortable for you to hold!"

In the eyes of the new disciples, the stinky and long speech was finally over, and they all dispersed and ran to the weapon rack to choose their favorite swords.

These swords really dazzled them.

It wasn't until noon that they chose their favorite swords, and it was time for dinner again.

Miss Lin'er has already prepared meals for these people.

A disciple received his own meal, and called "Teacher's wife" as if flattering him.

Miss Lin'er was taken aback for a moment, then forced a smile.But that disciple was kicked aside by the person behind.

The Demon Lord also stared at him:
"I don't like you very much. If you were in my Demon Sect, you would be tortured by Hunyuan for three days, so reflect on what to say and what not to say!"

He Jianzi also looked embarrassed.

Fang Bai pulled him up from the ground in a daze, and pulled him aside.

This person flattered and slapped the horse's hoof, and he didn't know where he was wrong, so he asked Fang Bai puzzled:
"What did I say wrong?"

Fang Bai stared at him:
"Think about it for yourself. Are you right? This world is not like our original world. If you say a wrong word, you will die. I didn't see that Haotian Mansion, Xuankong Temple, Cangmu Sect and Master didn't dare Brush his face?"

The man was silent and began to eat silently.

The people around consciously distanced themselves from him.

After eating, take a short rest and start formal practice.

He Jianzi looked at the group of people coldly:
"Now you follow me!"

The crowd was still very excited, and they didn't even think about what kind of hell they were going to face next.

He Jianzi straightened his arms, holding the sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword facing the sky.

This group of people was very novel and followed suit.

But He Jianzi didn't move.

It is difficult for a normal person to hold on to a bottle of mineral water for 5 minutes, let alone a sword.Especially the choice of epee and the two of them regretted it even more.

Although these people's bodies have been strengthened more or less, after a quarter of an hour, their arms began to tremble.

He Jianzi still didn't move:
"Don't you all know how to use spiritual energy? Now let the spiritual energy enter your own body and circulate on this arm."

Cang Qingmu has already understood the previous practice methods.It is very difficult to concentrate even a little spiritual energy now.With sore arms and gritted teeth, it was even more difficult to concentrate and gather spiritual energy.

"Dang!"

Finally, someone couldn't hold on anymore, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

It's like a signal.

"Dang bang!" "Dang bang!"...

The sound of the sword falling to the ground continued.

He Jianzi couldn't help thinking when he heard this voice, how long was it when he raised his sword for the first time?It's been a long time, and I don't remember.But certainly not that long.

But he remained expressionless:

"Pick it up and continue!"

Picking up the sword while rubbing their numb arms, these disciples closed their eyes and gritted their teeth to feel the wispy aura and guide it into their bodies.

The same is true for Fang Bai.

Although he knew that he could have this ability without any effort.That is the "Zhou Tian Yin Jing Jue" in his dimensional warehouse.

He is not going to use it.He wants to feel the initial trajectory of the aura like everyone else, so that it will help his own practice in the future.

A whole afternoon passed.

The group is numb.The arm is so numb that there is no feeling, and the person is so numb that there is no thought.

Until the night darkened, a crescent moon appeared in the sky.Miss Lin'er asked uncertainly:

"Well, I'm going to cook?"

"No, they have nothing to eat tonight!"