Chapter 6 Double Practice

Zhang Xinde shook his head slightly and said, "Okay, okay, how many catties do you have? As a teacher, you can see that you have to practice more intensively from today. In half a year, it will be the annual martial arts competition. If you want to get ahead, this is a good opportunity for you. I can't be most worried about the three of you. Just count you. Can you take off the tall hat of the second ancestor?

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment and asked herself, "Am I really so bad?"

Zhang Xinde saw Lin Feng's thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't be unconvinced. Although you are good at health, you are really weak compared with those two or three. Although our martial arts style in Jin is not strong, those who will participate in the competition will be the national elites. You can only be beaten when you focus on health preservation. Well, now you don't need to be healthy, just start practicing.

Lin Feng was still unconvinced. His eyes rotated and asked, "How to practice? Don't say it's the same as Lin Zhenglin Rong at that time. As Lin Feng spoke, he remembered the way Lin Zheng and Lin Rong's hands were doing frog jumping at the top of the stone when they were practicing at that time, and couldn't help frowning.

Zhang Xinde asked, "So do you think there is any other way to practice your strength?" Let's go step by step, starting with 30 catties.

"Thirty pounds..." Lin Feng immediately took a cold breath, and finally shook his head helplessly and walked to the martial arts arena.

The Lin family's martial arts arena covers an area of more than 100 mu, and there are rapids in the middle. The river divides the arena into east and west. To the east are uneven stone steps and various heavy-duty sandbags and stones, to the west are plum piles of different lengths and a row of arrow targets.

Although Lin Feng is not from here, because he integrates Lin Feng's memories here, these things are not strange to him. He walked to the uneven stone steps in the east, looked at the large and small sandbags and various heavyweight stones. He frowned slightly and said to himself, "Why does a person's strength have to be measured by strength?" With that, he bent down helplessly to choose a sandbag.

In Lin Feng's memory, he has always seen these things. In the past years, he only watched Lin Rong and Lin Zheng perform. When Lin Feng bent down to pick up the sandbag, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind and said secretly, "No matter how I think I can't be the second ancestor. What's going on? Has the Pool of Thunder really completely changed me?

Lin Feng tied the sandbag to his leg and was chased by the three dogs. The memories of being humiliated in the past turned upside down. He gritted his teeth hard and grabbed the fifty pounds of stones on the ground. With a loud roar, the stones suddenly raised above his head.

In the distance, Zhang Xinde and Lin Zhenglin Rong were stunned by this scene. Looking at Lin Feng with trembling feet, Lin Rong's face almost twitched. He was worried that the stone above Lin Feng's head accidentally fell down.

After Lin Feng's legs trembled for a moment, he no longer trembled. He slowly squatted down, and his hand was still holding the stone high. It was not until he completely bent down and his arms slowly lowered his arms. When the stone approached him, he shouted loudly, and his bent body suddenly rolled up, like a golden toad diving, breaking through the sky and jumping forward. Small steps.

Lin Zheng and Lin Rong were both dumbfounded, and Zhang Xinde shouted, "Okay..."

Lin Feng jumped a step forward. When he fell, he felt that his thighs were tight, his waist seemed to swell, and his whole body trembled, especially his arms trembled so much that the 50-pound stone would fall down at any time.

Lin Zhengchang exhaled and looked at Lin Feng and sighed, "This difficulty is at least twice as difficult as when we practiced at that time. What gave Feng Shao so much motivation? This is just playing with my life."

Lin Rong also felt that Lin Feng was playing a little too much. He looked at Zhang Xinde and said, "Let the young master have a rest. I'm worried that the young master can't afford this kind of life-threatening training."

Zhang Xinde shook his head slightly and said, "Feng'er is right. His health is the best practice among you. There is a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers between breathing and vomiting. Don't worry." Although Zhang Xinde said so, he was very confused and said secretly, "He is the only one who can practice the ordinary health care method to such a pure level. I'm afraid that he has been the only one from ancient times to the present. Even the elders in my Yuhua Fairy Gate do not have such momentum. Hey, I used to be a disciple of Yuhuamen. How can I Can't you see it?" Zhang Xinde shook his head secretly.

Seeing Zhang Xinde shaking his head for no reason, Lin Rong asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with the master?" Why do you shake your head?"

Zhang Xinde came to his senses and smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just think of some things in the past. Well, you have finally seen Fenger's potential. If you don't want to be surpassed, you have to work harder." Zhang Xinde said that he would no longer look at Lin Feng. He turned around and looked at the different plum piles behind him and said, "It's time for you to practice."

Near the afternoon, Lin Feng, Lin Rong and Lin Zheng were still practicing hard. Zhang Xinde was fine. It happened that Lin Ao sent someone to invite him to the study, so he went.

In the study, Lin Ao looked sad. After seeing Zhang Xinde coming, he got up and hurriedly said, "Master Zhang is here. Please sit down quickly."

Under the kindness, Zhang Xinde was still a little uncomfortable, but he was so kind that he had to sit down.

After Zhang Xinde sat down, Lin Ao quickly asked the domestic slave to pour tea and water, which made Zhang Xinde uncomfortable.

After everything was done, the domestic slave walked out of the study and closed the door of the study at the same time. Seeing that this situation was very bad, Zhang Xinde thought to himself, which one does the imperial historian want to play?

Lin Ao's face became serious. He stood up from his chair, walked to the bookcase, and took out a tightly wrapped thing like a long stick from the innermost part of the bookcase.

Zhang Xinde didn't know what Lin Ao wanted to do, but when Lin Ao took the tightly wrapped stick, his hands trembled violently. Zhang Xinde was slightly shocked and quickly stood up and asked, "Your Excellency, this is..."

Lin Ao looked at the things in his hand with a serious face, exhaled deeply and said, "This is a sword."

Zhang Xinde was stunned and quickly asked, "A sword, why is a sword wrapped so tightly?"

Lin Ao didn't say anything. He peeled off the cloth wrapped in the sword layer by layer. He peeled it about 20 layers before he faintly saw the shadow of the sword.

Zhang Xindehan was in a hurry. After waiting for a long time, he hadn't seen the real body of the sword. He really wanted to take it from Lin Ao's hand and open it to see what kind of sword should be treated like this.

After seeing the shadow of the sword, Zhang Xinde was finally relieved and thought that he could finally recognize the true face of Lushan. However, he still did not see the true face of Lushan after the wrapping cloth was removed, because there were layers of thick candles on the sword.

Seeing this, Zhang Xinde suddenly knew that this sword must be a hidden mystery. He couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart and asked, "What's going on?"

Lin Ao took a heavy breath and said, "That's why I'm going to invite the master here today."

Zhang Xinde's eyebrows moved slightly and said, "Is this sword strange?"

Lin Ao nodded with a solemn face and said, "This sword was brought out by Feng'er from the pool of thunder. Three months ago, he found Feng'er outside the pool of thunder. He clenched the sword in his hand and held it quite tightly..." Lin Ao said the situation at that time.

Zhang Xinde's face gradually became solemn, and he secretly said, "Is there really a fairy-level magic weapon in the pool of thunder? It seems that this fact is too strange. He wanted to ask, "Because the adult felt that the sword was restless and strange, so he sealed him?"

Lin Ao nodded his head. As soon as his hand was released, the sword fell down and there was a crashing sound on the ground. Then the candles on the sword were scattered all over the ground, and the sword on the ground suddenly shook.