Qin Qing had a very warm feeling. This nephew of his seemed very tall at this moment.
The next day, Qinchuan continued to buy weapons.
Unknowingly, he thought of Bei Xueyi. South Sea City had Bei Clan and Qi Clan. Boulder Town's Bei Clan and Qi Clan were just branches here.
South Sea City's Bei Clan and Qi Clan were tens of times stronger than Boulder Town's.
Bei Clan and Qi Clan were considered first class clans in South Sea City, on the same level as Qian Clan, Yue Clan, and Wu Clan.
'Should I go to Bei Clan today to see if Bei Xueyi is there?' Qinchuan pondered.
When Qin Chuan arrived at the weapon shop, the owner warmly welcomed him. In the end, he chose a Fine Iron Sword.
It was a long sword, three feet and three inches long, three fingers wide, and less than five kilograms in weight. It was light and agile, the king of all weapons. However, it had a drawback, which was that it was hard to master.
Qinchuan was a Martial Doctor King in his previous life. He only knew one sword move.
Point Sword!
Gathering the sword at one point would increase its destructive power to a terrifying level.
It was easy to say, but hard to do. It was even harder to use it in actual combat.
In his previous life, he had trained bitterly for ten years and finally achieved small success. The Martial Physician King's status was not bad. Many people would form a good relationship with the Martial Physician King and were unwilling to become enemies with doctors and alchemists. Therefore, there was basically no chance for him to fight. Many martial artists had never fought with anyone in their entire lives.
He didn't go to Bei Clan, but went straight to Qin Clan's shop.
Right now, the most important thing was strength. Father's matter, aunt's matter, and even if he wanted to have Bei Xueyi, he needed strength. It had been five years, and he didn't know how strong Bei Xueyi was now. Perhaps he had already left South Sea City.
The core of Point Sword was to gather the sword at one point. No matter how the sword was used, it couldn't leave this core. The sword had to be fast, accurate, and ruthless. It was best to take the initiative. Point Sword was offensive, and its terror lay in its destructive power.
Although it was his first time holding a sword, Qinchuan still felt very familiar. It was a strange feeling. He didn't know if it was because of his Overwhelming Tyrant Body or his past life.
Shua!
Point Sword!
Qin Chuan shook his head. A feeling was just a feeling, but reality was still reality. Although it was much more familiar than holding a sword for the first time, he still needed to get used to it.
Point Sword, point sword, point sword …
Point sword, point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword … point sword.
Point sword … point sword … point … point … point sword … point … point … point … point … point … point … point … point.
Point sword point sword point sword points sword point sword point sword point sword point sword point sword point sword point sword point. … point sword point … sword point sword point sword sword point sword.
The Point Sword was just one move. No matter how the sword was struck, it was all for that one point.
He could do it more than ten thousand times a day. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. He could even turn something rotten into something magical. Moreover, he had already cleansed his marrow and meridians and obtained the Overwhelming Tyrant Body. His comprehension ability was also very strong. His progress could be said to be a thousand miles a day.
In just one day, he had practiced this sword move to perfection. This was ten thousand times. With high comprehension and talent, it was normal for him to have such a standard.
Clan 'Clan' Clan as … Qing Clan Qin of Chen of Qin of Was.
The movements of tapping the sword were all the movements of the most basic sword techniques. High-level sword techniques had magnificent movements and great power. Basic sword techniques were simple and direct, and were the beginner of sword techniques.
However, no matter how beautiful or powerful sword moves were, they were all evolved from the lowest basic sword moves. One could find the shadow of basic sword moves in complicated sword moves.
Ten days passed quietly. Qinchuan's hands were covered in thick calluses, but they faded quickly. His hands became as smooth as jade. They were slender and white, giving off a sense of strength.
With the experience of his past life and the fortuitous encounter and talent in this life, he reached small success realm in half a month. Because of Overwhelming Tyrant Body, his realm level was even higher.
"Talent and aptitude are really different. A genius and an ordinary person cultivate the same way, but the difference is like a firefly and the moon. Without talent, hard work and perseverance can't make up for it."
A mighty wind blew past and yellow leaves fell. Qinchuan's eyes lit up. He stabbed out with his sword.
Pa!
There was a crisp sound as the yellow leaves shattered.
Point Sword's explosive power was condensed into one point. If he wanted to use it to pierce through these leaves, he would need to be at least at large success. Only then would he be able to truly control this explosive power.
Sword strikes, sword strikes, Qin Chuan's feet fused with the World Crossing Steps, and his movement technique started to change. Unlike at the start where he just stood still, this time, he started to move, moving, and from there, he attacked from all directions. The angles were tricky, and it was a test of his body's flexibility and coordination.
Autumn passed and winter came. Snowflakes danced in the air!
Qinchuan wore thin clothes. Unknowingly, it was already late winter. He rarely went out and would occasionally help the company organize the herbs.
His cultivation had also reached the peak of Martial Path Grade Seven.
Qin Qing had never seen a person work so hard these few days. He woke up before the sun rose and cultivated until late at night. He could even stay still when he was eating.
Qin Qing felt that Qin Chuan would definitely succeed if he did not go crazy.
Shua!
A ball of faint light flashed like a spark at the tip of the sword. However, the snowflakes within an inch weren't affected at all.
Shua!
Sparks appeared at the tip of the sword again. A bright silk line shot out with an extremely fierce aura.
Large success!
Its real power had actually exceeded the normal peak.
…
The New Year was approaching. Unknowingly, it was almost the New Year.
"Chuan 'er, come and try on some clothes!" Qin Qing stood at the door and called Qinchuan.
Qin Qing made a few new clothes for Qinchuan. They were all cotton-padded clothes, but they weren't very thick. Martial artists' ability to resist the cold was relatively strong, so they didn't need to wear such thick clothes.
They were very suitable for him. Qin Qing helped Qinchuan tidy up his collar with a smile on her face. In the room, Qinchuan accidentally saw a row of new clothes in the wardrobe. They were all small and brand new. There were many kinds of clothes for little girls.
Qinchuan's expression didn't change, but he felt very upset. The Qin family should be regarded as two geniuses. One was his aunt, and the other was his father. However, their experiences were similar. In fact, their families didn't match, so they couldn't marry into each other's family.
On the surface, it should be like this, but Qinchuan didn't know the specific situation.
A Grand Master Peak could help his aunt. If he wanted to find his mother, what kind of strength would he need?
This year, Qin Qing didn't celebrate the New Year alone. It seemed that the family suddenly became much more lively. Few people could understand the feeling of celebrating the New Year alone for more than ten years.
What's more, he had a family, parents, a man, and a daughter. However, he could only be alone. The feeling of not being able to see each other, hug them, and kiss them made him feel like a knife was twisting his heart.
On the first day of the New Year, Consort Qian came. She was Qin Qing's only friend. The arrival of Consort Qian made the family more lively.
They hadn't seen each other for more than half a year. Qinchuan seemed to have grown up a little. He was now 15 years old. He had a stronger aura and a little more masculine.
As soon as they met, Consort Qian hugged Qin Qing.
As soon as they separated, Qinchuan also went up and gave her a bear hug.
Consort Qian's body stiffened. She only felt that her chest was being squeezed very hard. She naturally knew that Qinchuan did it on purpose. She quietly reached out and twisted Qinchuan's waist hard.
"By the way, Qinchuan, I guess there will be people looking for trouble with you recently." Consort Qian said with a smile. Her jade-like hands continued to rotate around his waist.
In fact, Qinchuan didn't feel very painful, but he still cooperated with her and shouted in pain. He had an urge to bite her ear.
Although he didn't bite her, the breath he exhaled still made Consort Qian feel that something was wrong. She pushed Qinchuan away and gave him a glare. Then she went to talk to Qin Qing.
…
After the New Year, Consort Qian's words soon came true. On this day, Qinchuan received a challenge letter from Pan Renfeng of the Pan Clan.
The name seemed to be a girl, but it was actually a man's name. It was the genius of the Pan Clan.
Now that Qinchuan's swordsmanship was successful, he wasn't afraid of challenges. Of course, this was only limited to the younger generation.
Therefore, he readily agreed. Even if he didn't agree, he couldn't avoid it. Since he was going to fight, he would beat them until they were afraid.
Pan Renfeng was Pan Lei's elder brother. Some of the younger generation of South Sea City had come together and chosen this method. It would be best if they won, but even if they lost, they would lose fair and square.
Hundred Mile Martial Arena!
This martial arena wasn't a hundred miles long. It was located on the Hundred Mile Main Street, which was one of the most prosperous streets in South Sea City.
The martial arena was very big, with a length and width of more than 150 meters. It was three meters high from the ground, and there were stairs all around it. The stairs were extremely hard and simple. Every day, there would be many people sparring here.