Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

Bai Cuimei really loves and hates this skill.

Despite this, she did not give up, but gritted her teeth and persisted, trying again and again.

"Bai Cuimei, you can do it, don't give up!" Bai Cuimei kept encouraging herself. As time went by, she gradually found a sense of comfort and began to adapt slowly.

Although the progress is slow, she believes that as long as she perseveres, she will eventually master the essence of this technique.

As she practiced more and more, Bai Cuimei's steps gradually became lighter, and her originally awkward movements gradually became smoother and more coherent.

She held the sword tightly in her hand and waved it like she was dancing. Each move was both hard and gentle. The sharp sword energy left her own marks on the boulder in front of her.

She was intoxicated by the exhilarating feeling.

The joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of a sword cultivator are just that simple.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Cuimei felt physically tired, but mentally extremely excited.

She paused for a moment, picked up a sword manual beside her and flipped through it. Her eyes were deeply attracted by the movements and formulas in the manual, as if she could see how powerful she would become in the future after she had mastered it.

Bai Cuimei's impatience prompted her to pick up the sword immediately and imitate the sword manual.

This sword manual is indeed worthy of being produced by the secret realm of Wanli Snow Mountain. The sword techniques contained in it are exquisite.

Her eyes were firm, and she repeated the same action over and over again, once, twice, three times...

Her arms were sore from holding the sword for a long time, and her trembling hands could barely hold the hilt, but Bai Cuimei never gave up and persisted with gritted teeth.

The seemingly simple sword-thrusting action actually requires extremely high wrist strength and angle.

She constantly adjusted her posture and corrected her mistakes, striving to make every stab accurate.

After countless attempts, Bai Cuimei finally found the best balance point, and each sword was as fast and accurate as lightning.

She also had to practice with her body movements, and she never dared to stop.

Because Bai Cuimei didn't know when she would be teleported to the next level.

She was extremely anxious. What would she do if she was thrown out of the secret realm before she could master the knowledge?

Zhou Jin didn't even have time to say goodbye to Ling Jing and Bai Cuimei before he was teleported to the second level.

Holding a long sword, he looked around nervously, his heart filled with fear. After all, he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, so it would be better to be cautious.

However, he carefully observed the surrounding environment, fearing that there might be more monsters around.

"Senior Brother Ling Jing, Senior Sister Bai Cuimei, are you there?" Zhou Jin called softly, but his call received no response.

It seemed as if the entire space was filled with only his echo.

After confirming that the surroundings were safe, Zhou Jin finally felt relieved and began to walk around the huge rocks.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get out of this place. He realized that there might be a barrier here that restricted his range of movement.

Zhou Jin found a book of sword techniques and body skills, and couldn't wait to pick them up and read them carefully.

The sword techniques in this sword manual are so exquisite and eye-opening that I simply can't put it down. It is one level higher than the sword manual I am learning now.

If you learn this sword technique, you will be invincible.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jin became more and more excited, with a gleam of desire in his eyes. This must have been created by some extraordinary genius. It was really amazing.

He developed a strong interest in the owner of this sword manual.

Zhou Jin has been completely immersed in the world of sword manuals, forgetting all worries and fatigue.

He found a quiet corner and began to study the sword manual carefully. As his understanding of the sword manual deepened, he also encountered some difficulties in paying the bills.

Some actions seem simple, but they are actually very complicated to perform.

Zhou Jin needs to constantly adjust his body's center of gravity and posture in order to move smoothly.

After many attempts and failures, he gradually mastered the essence of it and was able to perfectly combine sword skills and body skills.

He continued to practice the moves in the sword manual. Every time he swung the sword, it was done with fierce momentum. The sword's power was like a rainbow and as sharp as a storm.

Moreover, Zhou Jin's body gradually adapted to this high-intensity training, his muscles became tense and his breathing became rapid.

But he still persisted. Only through unremitting efforts can he break through himself and reach a higher level.

Zhou Jin's figure was like a phantom, quickly shuttling between the boulders. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, leaving sword marks on the boulders, which were all signs of his growth.

He stopped the sword in his hand, stood there quietly, feeling the results of his practice, and a sense of accomplishment surged in his heart.

I have taken another step forward and am closer to my dream.

After resting, Zhou Jin started practicing again. The sword in his hand swung with his movements, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by a fierce momentum.

He seemed to have become one with the sword, and the sword seemed to have become a part of his body, doing whatever he wanted.

This feeling of connection between mind and sword made him feel extremely excited and satisfied.

Zhou Jin's admiration for the owner of this sword manual grew stronger and stronger. If he had the chance to meet this senior, they would surely be able to appreciate and respect each other.

It would be great if we could exchange sword-fighting experiences together.

He practiced obsessively, as if the whole world was left with only himself and the sword in his hand.

He forgot the passage of time, his own identity and everything around him. At this moment, he only focused on the sword in his hand, and freely exerted his sweat and strength.

The boulder in front of him was no longer indestructible. Zhou Jin swung his sword again and again, using all his strength each time, trying to split the boulder in half.

After many attempts, the boulder finally couldn't withstand his attack and shattered into countless small pieces.

He continued swinging his sword, further crushing the pebbles into smaller particles until they turned into powder and floated in the air.

The three members of Yi Yang Sect worked hard and sweated a lot. They all believed that hard work would be rewarded.

......

The three disciples of Yaozong were teleported to the same place by the secret realm of Wanli Snow Mountain.

"Brother Yang Qirui, could this be a paradise?"

"Brother Yang Qirui, am I dazzled? What kind of paradise on earth is this?"

Yang Qirui and the other two couldn't believe their eyes. They rubbed their eyes to make sure that everything in front of them was real.

Just a moment ago, they were still fighting against disgusting monsters, but at this moment, there were medicinal herbs everywhere, as if they were in a fairyland.

They looked down at the aged herbs on the ground, their hearts filled with longing.

If the herbs here can be taken away, it will be a huge fortune for the Medicine Sect and the Fuxing Continent.

Yang Qirui's hand unconsciously touched the herbs, and the other two disciples were no exception. Their eyes were burning, and they stared at the herbs with joy.