C16 Don't give up on you

After handing over the Ancient Book, Nan Feng stayed in Book Pavilion for a long time. He planned to understand more about the cultivation technique, Ancient Book s, and not cultivate, but he wanted to know what it was. In the future, he could also use his Opponent to deal with it.

Looking at the scene in front of him, in this world of blade and sword shadows, Nan Feng, who did not plan to train in boxing, liked a set of boxing. It was called explosive fist, which had a strong explosive strength in close combat, similar to the Iron Finger Fist Art he understood before.

After registering with the Book Pavilion and taking out the explosive punch, Nan Feng returned to the courtyard to start cultivating.

Other than Ao Wushuang and the stone who had a good relationship with him, no one else cared about his life or death, nor did anyone pay attention to his cultivation progress.

The melodious sounds of musical instruments could often be heard at night, but there were no accompanying lyrics. Some people only thought it was pleasant, but they could not hear anything.

Nan Feng's Thousand Blade Slash, had already cultivated the first slash, because of the lack of Yuan Qi, he was only able to reach this stage, Nan Feng unleashed it smoothly, allowing his blade force to flow continuously, and also started to cultivate his explosive fist strike.

On the fourth day, Nan Feng's Dantian's Qi Vortex was formed, the Yuan Qi s started to follow the veins and operated automatically, which was also a sign that they had entered the Martial Disciple. They could be considered warriors, but they were still not in the right state.

It was tiring, but it was also tiring. Nan Feng trained diligently, he was a warrior from the bottom of his bones, in his previous life, due to the limitations of the world, his achievements in Internal Martial Arts and Inner Qi were not high. The main reason was the appearance of the hot Weapons, which restricted the development of martial arts.

On this day, when Nan Feng was practicing his fist arts, Ao Wushuang rushed over.

"Nan Feng! "I formed a whirlpool." While shouting, Ao Wushuang stabbed out twice with his sword, and the Long Sword was revealed. This was the sign of becoming a Martial Disciple.

"Mm, not bad." Nan Feng said as he wiped his face with a towel.

"What do you mean not bad?" Aside from a few new Student s who are already at the Martial Disciple in the first place, I am the fastest, alright? " Ao Wushuang was very dissatisfied with Nan Feng's carelessness.

Glancing at Ao Wushuang, Nan Feng pulled out the Hundred Sabres on his back. Shua, shua, shua, he slashed three times consecutively, then sheathed his blade back into its sheath.

"Bastard!" You actually reached the Martial Disciple earlier than me, why didn't you say so? " Ao Wushuang was a little stimulated, the sense of superiority in his heart disappeared.

"This is only Martial Disciple, what's there to say, you really don't have high ambitions." Nan Feng looked down on Ao Wushuang.

"You are vicious, just you wait!" Ao Wushuang left, he was not willing to admit defeat, he still had to hurry up and cultivate.

Nan Feng laughed, he knew that Ao Wushuang was not really angry, but had been stimulated by him to a certain extent.

Nan Feng cultivated diligently every single day. He knew that if there was no existence of the examination, he would be officially forgotten by the Tieshan Academy. After a few years, he might become a character like the Shaolin Temple's Old Monk who sweeps the ground.

Following the increase in the Body's Yuan Qi, Nan Feng also swapped out one third of its weight for the one hundred and twenty kilograms of weight bearing suit. He wanted to cultivate both his strength and speed.

This day, Nan Feng punched the sandbag explosively. When he was resting, a man dressed in a green battle robe appeared in Nan Feng's courtyard.

"Nanyang Hou thinks very highly of you. You must work hard." He Yi looked at Nan Feng and said.

"I will work hard." Nan Feng, who was originally sitting, thought that he would be scolded. Drinking tea and enjoying life, it was obvious that he did not go back to work.

In fact, it was Nan Feng who had underestimated and gorged himself. He could not conceal the fact that the energy s were operating inside his body, and he clearly knew that Nan Feng had improved a lot. Furthermore, the fine beads of sweat on Nan Feng's forehead and his rosy face also showed that he had just been fiercely exercising.

"If you are truly puzzled, you can ask me. You are a disciple of the Tieshan Academy, and I will not give up on you." She kept her eyes on the Sabre that Nan Feng was carrying on his back.

"Thank you, my lord. Actually, the most important thing is to not give up on yourself." Nan Feng took the teacup and poured himself a cup of tea, and as he drank and drank the veils, he looked very young, but Nan Feng could feel the virtue in being a teacher.

"Well said, actually, although hard work can bring honor to the College, but the true glory belongs to you. On this point, not many people your age can see through it." She was very surprised that Nan Feng had come to such a conclusion at such a young age.

"Thank you, my lord, for your affirmation." Nan Feng nodded.

"Okay, your tune is good, but it's a bit too sentimental." Holding onto the veils, he drank a mouthful of tea and left.

He Yi left's residence, and went to the other Student's hall to cultivate. When she reached the blade hall, she heard that Bodun Han, one of the Supervisor s in the blade hall, was using Nan Feng as an example to explain things, so she shook her head. She knew that Bodun Han was not the only one who had a bad eye.

Other than going to the Book Pavilion when he was tired, Nan Feng spent the rest of his time cultivating in the courtyard.

The elders and Senior Student s all remembered Nan Feng. Nan Feng nodded, and when he left, he asked if Nan Feng had borrowed any books, and it was just a formality.

"I know that my predecessors' cultivation experience was precious, this is a good attitude, the Ancient Book is the best Supervisor." The clan elder guarding the Book Pavilion looked at the back of Nan Feng's back as he nodded his head.

"But his footsteps are very heavy and his movement speed is relatively low. This is a problem." A Senior Student said.

"Maybe! "One can be short, while the other can be long. It cannot be generalized." The elder of Book Pavilion shook her head.

Nan Feng's weight bearing suit was wearing the clothing of the Robe, it could not be seen from the outside. He did not even take off his clothes after eating, and under the pressure, the Body moved extremely quickly. Right now, outside the Dantian's vortex, there was already a halo of light, which was the symbol of a level one Martial Disciple.

"This Student, this disciple has asked around before. He doesn't have a Supervisor, so he just lies there in the courtyard of the freshmen, not leaving his house." His name was Gao Feng, who had been in the Martial Academy for four years and had good relations with the elders of the Book Pavilion.

"That shouldn't be the case. Not to mention talent, his personality is already very good. Why is it that no Supervisor accepts him?" The interest of the Book Pavilion Elder was piqued.

Following that, Gao Feng told him what he had found out, and it was indeed the same as what he had heard at the time.

"This character, this character …" The elder of the Book Pavilion shook her head helplessly. He knew that if Nan Feng offended the people of his circle, he would be excluded, not just in the Student, but also in the Supervisor.