Martial Arts Have Mastery

"All skills have proficiency ()"

Ding!

Shen Ling was bored and tapped the bowl with his chopsticks.

After practicing for a whole day, in his free time, he began to adjust his state with bowls and chopsticks.

Repeating the same thing for a long time, especially when the variability is low, people will fall into a state of fatigue, even too lazy to think, and their thinking will be extremely rigid.

This is how Shen Ling feels now.

After coming to the Martial Realm for more than four and a half months, I repeated the mountain saber technique every day, with exactly the same movements, not bad at all.

For that perfect achievement, Shen Ling's current posture of swinging the knife can be described as not bad at all.

After all, a perfect evaluation has 100 proficiency points...

Completely only fifty...

Whenever the score could be perfect, Shen Ling didn't want to see the word complete emerge.

He closed his eyes and tapped the bowl with his chopsticks, a burst of not-so-elegant voice appeared in front of him and reached his ears.

There is no fixed rhythm, no detailed arrangement.

What Shen Ling wanted was to relax himself.

Take it easy on your mind.

a day later.

Shen Ling was still practicing martial arts in the courtyard, with sharp eyes and meticulous movements.

But not far away, there are two people walking slowly, one of them is the white-haired old man who appeared yesterday.

The other was someone Shen Ling had never seen before.

"Sovereign, it's just ahead."

The white-haired old man looked at the old man next to him, his tone slowed down, and said softly.

"Oh."

The old man nodded and smiled.

The white-haired old man lowered his head and said, "Sect Master, why don't I tell you?"

The old man shook his head and smiled: "I just came to see this little guy and ask him what our purpose is here."

"If he's right, he should be the one who made the Patriarch of Qi Sect fly into a rage."

"However, I didn't expect to come to our side."

The old man spoke very calmly.

The footsteps are also very steady.

The white-haired old man next to him lowered his head and said, "Then shall we tell Qi Zong the news?"

The old man shook his head: "No hurry, let me see him first before talking."

"Yes."

The white-haired old man bowed his head.

Soon, the two came to the outside of Shen Ling's rented yard. Standing at the gate of the yard, the old man looked at Shen Ling quietly.

"good."

After a while, the old man's eyes were filled with appreciation, and he slowly praised.

There are quite a few young people who can persevere in cultivation, but Shen Ling is so dedicated that every movement seems to be carved out of a mold, which is really unique.

It is really easy to repeat the same action.

But it's not an easy thing to do if there's nothing wrong with every repetition.

Normally, people have many thoughts when they are doing things, and they come in various styles.

Every thought in the mind may affect a person's actions, but the degree of severity varies.

But Shen Ling, how to deal with these thoughts.

Enough to amaze the old man.

After observing for a while, the old man asked suspiciously, "Why doesn't he look like a warrior?"

That's right, he doesn't look like a warrior, not just like a master.

There will naturally be artistic fluctuations around a master, which is easy to see.

But Shen Ling, is he a warrior?

As if just ordinary people.

The white-haired old man looked at Shen Ling and shook his head: "I don't know about that either."

If the old man hadn't opened his mouth, he really wouldn't have noticed that Shen Ling had this characteristic.

"Let's go, go first."

Shaking his head slightly, the old man took a step slowly.

In an instant, Shen Ling immediately put away the exercises and looked towards the door.

He had seen these two before...

Just not distracted.

Now after taking a closer look, I realized that it was the white-haired old man who had brought another person.

After observing for a few seconds, the corners of Shen Ling's mouth curled up.

He took a step forward and started walking towards the two of them.

"Shen Ling met the suzerain."

As soon as he approached, Shen Ling cupped his hands and greeted first.

"You ever met me?"

The old man looked at Shen Ling and asked suspiciously.

"That's not true."

Shen Ling shook his head, "I guessed it just by seeing how respectful he is to you."

"Young people are quick-witted." The old man smiled, "Can you invite me in for a while?"

"Of course, please." Shen Ling moved out of the way and motioned for the two to enter the courtyard.

Soon, Shen Ling came to the table in the courtyard with a pot of water: "There is no tea, only water, please forgive me for neglecting."

"No problem."

The old man shook his head.

He quietly observed the ground of the yard, looked at those weird knife marks, and asked suspiciously: "You practiced all of these?"

Shen Ling looked at the ground, shook his head with a smile and said, "I can't control it, I'm making you laugh."

That's right.

Shen Ling also made mistakes.

When he made a mistake, a deep knife mark appeared on the ground in the yard.

And now the dense traces on the ground proved that Shen Ling's four and a half months had not been so easy.

"Are you interested in joining my Yuanzong?"

Looking at Shen Ling, the old man suddenly spoke.

"Into your Yuanzong?"

Shen Ling frowned slightly, and then fell into deep thought.

He really wanted to enter a sect to learn martial arts when he first came to the Martial Realm, but what happened later disrupted his plan.

However, Yuanzong is very weak.

It's not that he wants to seek the protection of a powerful sect, but a weak sect, and he certainly doesn't have too many skills.

Shen Ling was a little confused.

After thinking for a while, Shen Ling said: "Then dare to ask, how good is your sect's martial arts?"

As soon as these words came out, the old man's face was a little stiff.

He used to ask others if they would like to enter Yuanzong, and they could ask all kinds of things, but he had never seen someone like Shen Ling who asked about the exercises with bare hands...

It's really different from ordinary people.

The old man looked at Shen Ling and commented in his heart.

"Not much, but not too little."

The old man said slowly, "The exercises are more refined than expensive, and a skill with enough grades can benefit you for the rest of your life."

"This is the Martial Realm. Throughout the ages, no one has become famous by practicing many exercises."

"So, specialization is the best."

Shen Ling scratched his head after listening.

This Yuanzong suzerain is kind, but his situation is different from others.

"I'll take care of those."

Shen Ling spoke slowly, and then said calmly, "If you are willing to show me the entire Yuanzong's exercises at any time, then I am willing to join Yuanzong."

The lion opened his mouth wide!

Looking at Shen Ling, the white-haired old man who had been silent at the side was shocked.

Shen Ling's request cannot be overstated.

It is simply unreasonable.

Cultivation techniques are the vital gate of the sect, how could it be possible for a person who just joined the sect to check them at any time.

"This request..."

The old man looked at Shen Ling, "I agree."