C10 Newborn Calf

In a quiet little room, a young man, who still had a childish face, was sitting cross-legged in a serene manner. The elemental energy ripples around his body gradually calmed down as the youth slowly opened his eyes. A ray of light flashed past the youth's eyes, giving him an extraordinary appearance.

This was none other than Ouyang Chen, who had been cultivating the Blue Luan Technique all night without any signs of sleep. However, there was not a single trace of fatigue on his face. Instead, he was in high spirits and brimming with energy.

"He's finally a martial artist. Haha, although he's only at body refining first level, I believe that I, Ouyang Chen, am in no way inferior to others." "One day, I will become a powerhouse. Third Young Master of the Li Family, just you wait. That day won't be too far off!"

Last night, Ouyang Chen had not been able to maintain his state of the Emptiness Realm. When the Yuan Li he subconsciously refined entered his Dantian and formed a ball of fog, he woke up.

The moment he regained consciousness, he knew that he had already passed the first hurdle in a martial artist's cultivation. However, he did not open his eyes. Instead, he seized the opportunity to once again enter the cultivation state.

He needed to familiarize himself with the body refining path of the Blue Luan Technique. After all, when he had first entered the sect, he had been in that mysterious state. Everything was subconscious, a part of his body's instincts. Therefore, the circulation of the specific Qi Method was not under his control.

"… …"

After a night of hard work, Ouyang Chen's cultivation had steadily stopped at the early stage of body refining first level. Ouyang Chen was extremely excited, but he quickly calmed his heart down.

He thought of Qin Feng. Qin Feng was about the same age as him, but his cultivation base was so powerful. Ouyang Chen suddenly felt that there was nothing left to be excited about.

Little did they know that an ordinary person who had never experienced elemental energy training had become a martial artist at the first level of the Refinement Realm. If such a speed of cultivation were to be spread out, many geniuses would be ashamed of themselves … How many powers would be fighting to get him to join them …

Moving his body a little, Ouyang Chen pushed open the window and found that the sky was already starting to brighten. However, the snow was still falling, and the yard that he had swept open yesterday was now covered in a thick layer of snow.

"Is the day about to break …?" I haven't slept for the entire night, but this feeling is pretty good … " Looking out of the window, Ouyang Chen muttered to himself. A faint smile could be seen at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's see how the fighters feel …" "It shouldn't be bad!" Thinking of this, Ouyang Chen simply washed up, picked up his sword and impatiently pushed open the door.

He stood in the middle of the yard and drew his sword. He focused his mind into his dantian and activated the small mist-like mass of elemental energy within it. Then, he began to swing his sword.

It was the same basic sword technique as last time. There were no fancy moves, nor were there any complex and difficult to understand moves. However, the ordinary looking Basic Sword Technique now had a trace of a sharp killing aura in Ouyang Chen's hands.

It was unknown whether it was because he had become a martial artist or because Ouyang Chen's heart had experienced the last incident.

"Hack …"

"Stabbing …"

"Lift …"

"Swipe …"

"Click …"

The simple moves of the Basic Sword Technique, in Ouyang Chen's hands, had a different flavor to them. They carried a faint sword hum with them.

Just like this, every single strike of Ouyang Chen's sword had unknowingly become slightly different from the previous ones. He suddenly felt that this was the correct move, a move that suited him.

He had already practiced these basic sword moves for an entire year. Each and every one of them had long since become familiar to him, but today, he felt that the swords he practiced in the past were ultimately someone else's and not his.

Humans were born with different bodies, so it was only natural that their sword techniques would change as well. Simply put, the length of an arm was different, so the sword moves should be different.

For example, for the same sword technique, according to the book, a person could move five inches forward. However, a person with a long arm would only need to move four inches forward to defeat the opponent, whereas a person with a short arm would need to move six inches forward to defend." In a battle, life and death were determined by an inch. Perhaps, this one inch could take your life.

After coming to this conclusion, he decided not to follow Bao`er's father strictly, but to follow his own understanding and thoughts, and started to practice sword and sword techniques.

"This stab should be sent out by an inch …"

"That's right, that's the feeling …"

"This point, I think it should be two points lower …"

Slash, stab, lift, sweep, tap … One sword, one sword. Gradually, Ouyang Chen's swordplay became more and more round, giving off a pleasant feeling.

If there was a sword art that everyone knew what Ouyang Chen was thinking, his mouth would probably be filled with a punch.

Of course, in addition to being surprised, he would also scold Ouyang Chen a bit, scolding him until his head was soaked in dog blood. Because this guy was too bold. He didn't take his body seriously at all.

Can you imagine an old swordsman trying to find a seed that caught his eye, but this young plant was doing something that might cause him to be seriously injured, first to be surprised, then to be flustered?

Speaking of which, Ouyang Chen understood that the truth was the truth. Only those that truly fit him belonged to him, and that was the best.

All martial artists at a certain level of cultivation understood this point. However, all of them were lucky enough to survive a life-and-death battle, or had to be carefully instructed by their masters before they were able to understand this principle.

But even if he knew, so what? It's not that easy to do it. At such a high level of cultivation, many things had already become instinctive to his body. It was easier said than done.

Ouyang Chen, on the other hand, was just a little martial artist that had just reached the first level of body refining for less than a day. Although doing this might be a bit easier, it still carried a great risk.

Finally, after dozens of attempts, Ouyang Chen tweaked all the basic sword moves he had learned and practiced them a few more times before finally stopping.

"They are really impatient …" Ouyang Chen's entire body was drenched in sweat. He could feel that the mass of elemental energy in his dantian was almost gone, leaving him with only a few faint traces. He could not help but shake his head and sigh.

What he did not know was that changing his sword moves was not an easy task. Only a newborn calf like him, who was not afraid of tigers, would dare to change its sword moves so casually.

One had to know that every sword or fist technique was created by a master or several generations of people, and only after a bit of fumbling did they finally come to a conclusion on the most suitable for a person.

This was even more so for the Basic Sword Techniques. Although what Ouyang Chen did was not wrong, his strength was still too weak. To be able to change his sword moves without harming his body could only be said to be due to good luck.

On a certain occasion in the future, Ouyang Chen would unintentionally tell Qin Feng about what he had done today, but he was ruthlessly criticized. He was scolded like a dog's blood, and the number of people that fell was too low to measure his own strength.

Ouyang Chen also knew that he was reckless back then. He could only force a smile upon Qin Feng when he saw how Qin Feng scolded him. Of course, that was all to come later.