The world's top martial artists: My martial arts abilities can be cultivated actively

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Qingshan No. 1 Middle School was out of school. The setting sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was soft, reflecting the warm sunset. Ningchuan had just walked out of the school gate when a bright red convertible sports car stopped in front of him. Lu Mengyue sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand, raised her eyes, looked at Ningchuan, and said simply: "Get in the car!" Ningchuan's eyes paused on the car logo for two seconds. The "Fengxue" sports car, with the lowest configuration, also costs 5 million yuan. "Tsk tsk, she is actually a little rich woman, no wonder she casually offered me 3,000 yuan an hour!" Ningchuan shook his head secretly. Unfortunately, he worked too hard on martial arts, which made him very stubborn and he didn't want to eat free food.

Ning Chuan opened the door and got into the car with some regret.

His current appearance is still very handsome, and it is a waste to rely on his own efforts alone.

"Buzz!"

Lu Mengyue stepped on the accelerator and drove into the traffic with the roar of the engine.

"Let's go to Jidao Martial Arts Hall, where the venue and facilities are complete, which is convenient for practicing Lightning Slash." Lu Mengyue said while driving: "After the guidance is over, I will ask the driver to take you home."

"Thank you."

Ning Chuan nodded slightly, and then said nothing.

Lu Mengyue couldn't help but glance at Ning Chuan more. There are not many students in Qingshan No. 1 Middle School who can ignore her.

It's not that she is narcissistic.

Her talent, strength and family background are unique in the school. The students around her can't help but look up to her even if it's just because of her ranking in the school.

In fact, Ning Chuan was just thinking hard about how to guide Lu Mengyue to practice Lightning Slash.

Or, how to make Lu Mengyue feel that she is being guided.

A job with an hourly wage of 3,000 is hard to come by, and Ning Chuan really wants to get it.

If he can continue until the college entrance examination, the money he earns will be enough to multiply his strength several times. It’s hard to say whether he can get into Xinghe University, but he can definitely get into one of the top ten famous schools.

But Lu Mengyue’s family runs a martial arts school, and if he doesn’t really help her, he will definitely not get it.

“Let’s take it one step at a time!”

Ning Chuan sighed secretly.

…

Ten minutes later.

The red sports car drifted and stopped steadily in front of the gate of Jidao Martial Arts School.

This is a huge building, not high, only three floors, but it occupies a large area, comparable to the open-air training ground of Qingshan No. 1 Middle School.

“Miss!”

A man in black walked quickly and greeted respectfully.

"Prepare a private training room for me."

Lu Mengyue got up and got out of the car, throwing the car keys to the man in black. Her movements were so cool that Ning Chuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Lu Mengyue walked in front and led Ning Chuan into the Jidao Martial Arts Hall.

After passing through the gate, Ning Chuan heard a violent noise.

In the lobby on the first floor, the incandescent lights were bright, and thousands of students wearing martial arts training uniforms were practicing hard.

Among these people, there were children aged seven or eight, and teenagers similar to Ning Chuan.

Martial arts practice, school teaching, is not perfect.

After all, teachers are one-to-many, with limited energy, and can't be comprehensive for every student.

If the family conditions are good, they will send their children to the martial arts hall to receive more careful education.

Not long after, the two walked into the elevator and came to a training room on the second floor. It was very quiet inside. Unlike the lobby, there were no other students present.

"Student Lu, how do you want me to guide you?"

Ning Chuan asked the question he was most concerned about.

After thinking for a while, Ning Chuan continued, "I haven't practiced Lightning Slash for long. I was promoted to the subtle realm with the help of an accidental epiphany."

Prepare for not being able to guide first.

If Lu Mengyue is dissatisfied, there is also a reason to explain.

"Don't be so polite, just call me by my name."

Lu Mengyue gently stretched her body, smiling, and said, "Don't be nervous. With your Lightning Slash in the subtle realm, it is not difficult for you to guide me."

"I will perform Lightning Slash, and you can point out the shortcomings."

Hearing this, Ning Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of thing is much simpler than he thought.

Before, he thought that he had to tell Lu Mengyue how to break the bottleneck, and he had no idea about it.

In fact, this was a misunderstanding caused by Ning Chuan's lack of martial arts knowledge.

The bottleneck of the realm is very mysterious and cannot be explained thoroughly by language. If you want to break through, you need to comprehend it yourself.

"The job with an hourly salary of 3,000 yuan is in hand!"

Ning Chuan's mouth curled up slightly, unable to suppress the joy in his heart.

His cultivation speed is about to surge, and the outlines of the top ten universities in the Federation seem to be clearly visible.

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"By the way."

Ning Chuan was thinking about which prestigious university to apply for. Lu Mengyue walked to the weapon rack by the wall, picked up an unsharpened narrow sword, pointed it at Ning Chuan, and said, "There is one more thing I almost forgot to say. You have to be my sparring partner part-time. Let's fight with Lightning Slash!"

Lu Mengyue pointed out that this kind of actual combat can deepen her understanding of Lightning Slash.

"Fight?!"

Ning Chuan pulled the corner of his mouth, and had no intention of showing off in front of a beautiful woman. He said directly, "I am only awakened to the fourth stage."

It's not that he is cowardly.

Awakening to the peak of the ninth stage, there is no way to fight.

His Lightning Slash is useless even if it reaches the perfect state.

The gap is too big and there is no way to make up!

Lu Mengyue directly defeated the ten skills with one force, and he couldn't stop it at all.

"I'm sorry for not explaining it clearly. I will suppress my strength. My speed and strength will remain at about the same level as yours." Seeing this, Lu Mengyue pursed her red lips and smiled embarrassedly. She thought for a moment and asked, "What breathing method are you practicing?"

"D-level Bull Power."

Ning Chuan shrugged and answered truthfully.

He knew why Lu Mengyue asked about his breathing method.

Different breathing methods, in addition to their own characteristics, also have different degrees of tempering the body.

Simply put, the stronger the breathing method, the stronger the tempering effect on the body.

There is a certain gap in strength, speed, endurance and even the five senses.

However, a powerful breathing method is also a double-edged sword, which consumes more energy in the process.

Without sufficient resource support, it is not as good as a more ordinary breathing method.

Because of this, when Ning Chuan chose martial arts before, he did not choose a B-level breathing method.

It makes no sense.

Now, he can't eat enough food, and practicing high-level breathing methods will do more harm than good, and will delay the improvement of strength.

"Then let's start now!"

Lu Mengyue took a deep breath, calmed down, and the expression on her pretty face became solemn.

She raised the sword, and while her body burst into thunder, she swung the sword.

In order for Ningchuan to clearly capture her movements, Lu Mengyue only used a small part of her strength.

"Your wrist angle is wrong, too upward. This way of exerting force will increase the power of the sword to a certain extent, but the lightning slash is a pure sword technique for speed, and speed is the foundation."

Ningchuan pondered for a while and found out Lu Mengyue's mistakes.

"I'll try again!"

Lu Mengyue swung the sword again.

"No, the action is too deliberate. The lightning slash does not have a fixed move. The core lies in the same force of multiple muscles in the body!"

"How about this?"

...

Under Ningchuan's guidance, Lu Mengyue kept practicing.

Unknowingly, an hour had passed.

"That's all for the instruction."

Lu Mengyue took the towel handed over by the waiter, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "Next, let's fight with the Lightning Slash."

"Okay!"

With a sharp answer, Ning Chuan put down the Silver Blood Saber, walked straight to the weapon rack, and pulled out an unsharpened saber for training.

Perhaps after killing the Thunder Bird in the morning, his mentality has changed, and he is not afraid of fighting with others.

The two came to the center of the field and confronted each other.

"Begin!"

Lu Mengyue shouted in a low voice, and pushed the ground hard with her feet, stepping deeply into the thick leather pad. In two or three steps, she was in front of Ning Chuan.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound burst out from her body, and Lu Mengyue swung the saber and slashed, the air was neatly cut, turning into a sharp whistle.

Ning Chuan's eyes condensed, and he gripped the hilt tightly, and also performed the Lightning Slash.

"Chi!"

The sword quickly broke through the air, slashing from top to bottom, hitting Lu Mengyue's sword that was swinging horizontally.

His Lightning Slash was three realms higher than Lu Mengyue's. If they were to fight head-on, he would have the upper hand under Lu Mengyue's control of power!

Bang!

The two swords clashed, sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

However, to Ning Chuan's surprise, his right hand holding the hilt did not feel the strong recoil of the hard impact.

"This is a feint!"

Ning Chuan's heart trembled.

I saw that the sword in Lu Mengyue's hand, with the rotation of the wrist, tilted inward, removing the power of Ning Chuan's vertical slash, and at the same time slashing towards Ning Chuan's throat!

The mirror-like blade swept across the sky, clearly reflecting Ning Chuan's pair of black eyes.

A little panic, but did not lose his calm.

"Lightning Slash!"

Ning Chuan tried his best to withdraw his sword and defend himself. With his subtle state, he was incredibly fast. The blade dragged a silver afterimage in the air and blocked Lu Mengyue's slash in time.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, Ning Chuan's body shook, and he staggered back.

Lu Mengyue stopped and did not pursue the victory.

The two fought to hone the Lightning Slash.

, it has nothing to do with winning or losing.

After a long while, Ning Chuan stepped down with force, stepped on the soft cushion under his feet, and stabilized his body.

He looked up at Lu Mengyue, with a faint puzzlement.

They were both Lightning Thunder Slash, but why was he at a disadvantage when he had a large advantage in realm? He always felt like he was punching cotton.

After thinking for a while, Ning Chuan's eyes flashed and he understood something.

His actual combat level was not enough.

Neither he nor his original body was very familiar with fighting, at most they had just touched some of the ways.

The previous killing of Thunder Bird was more of a simple crushing of strength.

Compared with Lu Mengyue, who had experienced many battles, they were not in the same league, and there was a huge difference.

However, this was not a problem.

"The essence of actual combat is technique. As long as you practice hard, you will naturally be able to master it and know when to attack, when to defend, and when to dodge!"

Ning Chuan muttered to himself, with a ray of determination in his eyes.

The next moment, his figure swept out, as fast as the wind, and began a new round of confrontation.

Lu Mengyue used him to hone the Lightning Slash.

He can also improve his actual combat level in battle.

Sparring is also mutual.

Bang bang bang...

The two fought quickly, the swords kept colliding, and the sparks burst out like festive fireworks, blooming everywhere.

After nearly half an hour, the battle stopped.

It was Ning Chuan who called for a halt.

It's not that he didn't want to continue fighting. His salary was calculated by the hour, and he wanted to fight for a while longer.

But his strength didn't allow it.

In this high-intensity battle, his physical strength was consumed violently, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He could only stand firm with his sword.

"This kind of sparring is very effective. I can already feel the bottleneck is loosening. After that, we will practice once every day until I break through to the proficient level." Lu Mengyue showed a satisfied smile and said, "If you think it's okay, we will make a deal."

Lu Mengyue is at the peak of the ninth stage of awakening, so this kind of sparring is naturally no problem.

Ning Chuan leaned on the knife and barely stood up. He was too tired to talk, but just nodded to show his agreement.

Lu Mengyue glanced at the wall clock and said, "It's nearly two hours, but your level is higher than I thought. Let's count it as two hours."

"Thank you!" Ning Chuan pondered and said, "Can it be settled daily?"

The funds in his hands are difficult to support daily practice.

"You're welcome. I originally planned to settle every day. After all, I don't know when I can break through."

Lu Mengyue smiled, half turned her pretty face, looked at the middle-aged man waiting on the side, and said, "Uncle Yang, please go and get 6,000 cash."

"Okay, Miss!"

The middle-aged man left quickly.