Three days later.
Ning Ze and Jiang Fang walked into the gravity room one after another.
"If you ask me, it's too early for you to fight me now. It will take at least a while for you to get used to it before you can fight with me in this environment."
An invisible force was exerted on the two of them. Jiang Fang wanted to refuse the fight without changing her expression. After so many years in the elite training camp, she had been able to adapt to 260g. As for Ningze, who had only been around for three days, she didn't think she could Fight in this environment.
"Teacher, I can now withstand 210 times the force of gravity." Ning Ze replied calmly.
Ordinary people still need to separate their time for training, but he has plenty of physical strength and can adapt relatively quickly.
No one would use the gravity chamber for 6 hours a day.
Others practice for a period of time and then absorb the cosmic energy. The purpose of training is to absorb the cosmic energy, which is why Ningze is different.
"Are you sure?" Jiang Fang's face looked a little suspicious, "Come on, give it a try, I tell you, I won't be merciful."
Ning Ze smiled brightly and replied happily: "I wish you all!"
Jiang Fang's beautiful big eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, she tightened the round-moon scimitar in her hand, took a fighting stance and said coldly: "Let's begin!"
Ning Ze's face turned solemn, and he held the handle of Kuanglan's sword with both hands. He rushed in front of Jiang Fang, and slashed down with his sword without any hesitation.
Seeing this speed, the expression on Jiang Fang's face became much more serious, "Drink!" She scolded, and she faced him with the full moon scimitar without fear.
"clang!"
The sound of the two swords colliding was very loud. While Jiang Fang blocked Ning Ze's sword with one sword, he also looked diagonally forward with the scimitar in his other hand.
Ning Ze held the sword in both hands and thrust it forward, then took a step back to block the second sword.
"You're too slow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fang had already completed his counterattack. The scimitar in his left hand slashed hard on Ning Ze's sword, and the scimitar in the other hand was already approaching.
Ning Ze shrank and quickly sheathed his sword to meet him, but it was already too late.
"Peng!"
The familiar sound of blows and the familiar pain in his chest made Ning Ze's mouth twitch.
Although their speed was reduced a lot under 200 times gravity, the attack with such a high gravity became more powerful. He had to cover his chest to slow down the attack.
Jiang Fang's mouth curved nicely, "I'm making good progress, but I'm still not close to fighting against me!"
"Come again!" Ning Ze slowed down and rushed over again. He leaped into the air and raised his sword high, as if he wanted to cut Jiang Fang in half.
A playful smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Fang's mouth. Of course she would not resist under such gravity. This kid might have made the wrong calculation!
After a while, a familiar voice sounded again.
"Peng!"
Ning Ze leaned against the edge of the wall, covering his chest, gasping for breath, "Come again!"
The first day passed quickly.
Jiang Fang walked out with a bright smile on her face. She walked very briskly. She could practice and hit people. This was her first teaching experience. This kid was really resistant to being beaten and had a really tough tooth.
The third day.
Their fighting time became three hours in the gravity room from 6 to 9 o'clock in the morning, and three hours in the training room from 9 to 12 o'clock in the evening.
Zhong Jiangfang walked out of the training room at around 10 o'clock. The smile on her face became even brighter. Ning Ze had made a lot of progress. Even the multiplier of the gravity room had increased again. This kind of training was also a big deal for her. It was beneficial, and it was no worse than when she practiced alone in the gravity room, not to mention it was three hours a day. She was very clear that her cultivation speed was getting faster!
Day six.
Jiang Fang still had a smile on her face when she walked out of the training room in the morning. Ning Ze's "Nine Layers of Thunder Knife" was already at a certain level, and he had even started to use the power in "Nine Layers of Thunder Knife". Except for the strength,
The two of them were fighting back and forth, which was the most ideal state of practice.
ninth day.
The smile on Jiang Fang's face disappeared, and there was still a hint of depression. She had practiced sword skills for so many years, but today she was suppressed by a boy who had just practiced sword skills for a short time. The best and most important thing was that she felt Ning Ze's power has become much stronger.
Ning Ze's strength was already stronger than hers, almost twice as strong as hers, and he was even much younger than hers. The growth rate of their strength was not at the same level at all.
Of course Jiang Fang is happy that Ning Ze's strength has improved, but she also has a trace of worry in her heart. She feels that it won't be long before he can't beat him, and then...
As Jiang Fang thought about it, she couldn't help but think of Ning Ze being beaten against the wall, on the ground, and in the sky. At that time, Ning Ze stood up expressionlessly and rushed over.
If it were her... Jiang Fang felt a little scared. It didn't matter whether it hurt or not, but it was very embarrassing!
The twelfth day.
Gravity indoors.
"Snapped!"
A different voice sounded, but what flew out turned into a purple figure. Jiang Fang pressed against the wall and held her stomach. The severe pain caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on her forehead. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her breathing.
Looking up, Ning Ze stood opposite her with an expressionless face, as if he was waiting for her to feel better before continuing to fight.
Jiang Fang was slightly startled. This attitude and the pain in her body gave her a familiar feeling.
She had always regarded Ning Ze as a student before, so she hadn't thought of anything, but now it was her.
The scene stirred up emotion, and long-dusted memories began to flow back.
She remembered that "he" used to be so harsh, and after knocking her down, he silently waited for her to stand up.
Born during the Great Cataclysm and growing up during the Great Nirvana, she could understand the importance in her heart, but she still had some small complaints in her naive heart.
Until... that day, "he" died, and he died because of her, because her strength was relatively poor, and she became a drag.
At that time, she especially hated herself for being so weak and practicing hard to become stronger.
After practicing for more than ten years, this was the first time that she was attacked and treated like this.
For a moment, Jiang Fang was silent, burying him deep in her heart in order to concentrate on her cultivation, unwilling to recall it. She thought she always remembered him.
Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, his appearance was somewhat unclear, which made her feel inexplicably sad.
Ning Ze tilted his head slightly and asked softly: "Teacher, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Jiang Fang adjusted her mental state, stood up and said, "Continue." Her voice was colder than before.
Ning Ze nodded slightly and waited quietly for Jiang Fang to launch his attack.
Jiang Fang's eyes condensed, she put aside the distracting thoughts in her heart, and then threw herself into the battle again.
It didn't take long.
"Peng!" With a cry of "Peng!", Ning Ze stabbed Jiang Fang on the collarbone again, and a purple shadow hit the wall.
Jiang Fang silently covered the injured area. Zeng Jin's memories flashed away. Her eyes became more determined. After adjusting her breath for a few seconds, she stood up and rushed towards Ning Ze, placing her hands behind her and approaching her. When he came forward, she slashed with a knife.
The situation in the gravity room turned around. Just like Ningze's situation in the past ten days, Jiang Fang was constantly being chopped down, getting up, being chopped down, and adjusting his breath.
There are no voices in the gravity room, and no one needs to guide anyone. There is only fighting, endless battles.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the two people walked out of the practice room.
Looking at Teacher Jiang Fang, who was even colder than before, Ning Ze hesitated to speak. The cold breath could be felt ten meters away, and he stopped all his words.
Silently returning to Jiangnan Pavilion, Ning Ze put Jiang Fang's matter behind him. After all, his cold look did not mean he was in trouble, but an emotional issue. There was no need for him to get involved in such matters.
Ning Ze lay lazily in the bath, summarizing the practice during this period.
"The training progress of "Nine Layers of Thunder Sword" has finally caught up. It is indeed the top secret book on the earth. It has improved my proficiency by 50,000 in one go. My basic sword training speed has also increased by 25, and I am very good at swordsmanship. I have gained a lot of insights into both Taoism and swordsmanship. In the remaining time, I just need to hone in on the supporting body skills, and then I can learn the next swordsmanship secret book and integrate all these insights into Dao swordsmanship."
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Time passed quickly in the busy practice, and it had been two months since Ning Ze came to the training camp.
In the past two months, Ning Ze got up at 5 o'clock in the morning, studied swordsmanship for a while, and then went to the gravity room to fight with Jiang Fang.
From 9 o'clock to 12 o'clock, he will go to the trial room to break through the level. He has already passed the 5th level, but he is stuck on the 6th level. The monsters on this level are too strong. In the A stage, there are 50 elementary monsters. The lords were all equal in strength to him. He doubted that he would be able to get through stage A even if his strength reached 9.
Now Ning Ze no longer practices daily practice. This kind of basic practice is very slow and is a waste of time.
In the afternoon, he will learn new secrets. Since learning the Nine Layers Thunder Sword, his level has improved a lot. In the past two months, he has learned 4 new swordsmanship books. His training speed has increased again, and the basic speed of body skill proficiency increases every hour. 65 points, and the basic improvement rate of swordsmanship proficiency is 75 points per hour.
From 9 to 12 o'clock in the evening, he will compete with Jiang Fang. As his strength improves, his proficiency and strength increase slower, but it is still much faster than his own cultivation speed, maintaining at least 5 times the cultivation speed.
On even days, Ning Ze needs to go to the wilderness area to hunt monsters. After killing several lord monsters, he has a stable fighting opponent.
Several middle-level lords living not far away joined forces and even high-level lords came to deal with him. Fortunately, this place was not far from the Hongning base city, but there were no king-level monsters coming to act recklessly, so he could still escape.
Combat in the wilderness area is the fastest way to improve training. Even the effect of training in the gravity room and trial tower will be reduced over time. The pressure on him in real combat will never be reduced, but it will be very dangerous. Fortunately, he has the Black God Suit. , saving one’s life is no problem.
January 27, 1957.
night.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the training camp is on holiday. Today is the last day of the training camp. Today, many students held an annual meeting in the canteen of the training camp. 24 students from Huaxia gathered together.
"Zheng Che? Will you stay in the elite training camp as a teacher after graduation next year?" A young man with a gentle face asked with a smile.
After the Chinese New Year, almost March, the training camp will begin to recruit new members, and the academies that entered the training camp in 1952 will graduate.
Zheng Che is the second-ranked student in the training camp. His whereabouts have a certain guiding effect on others.
Upon hearing this, other students also looked over. They had not yet decided where to go.
"With Ning Ze pressing down on him, how dare I relax? I'm afraid I won't even be able to see his back in the future." Zheng Che's previously cheerful voice now became a little heavy.
Although he is second, the difference between him and the first place is too great. Ningze's power level is 8, the trial tower level is 6.1, and the combat power amplitude is 48.8. And his combat power amplitude is only 16.5, only one-third of Ningze's.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the party became quiet and cold.
Ning Ze, a simple name made all the colleges in the training camp hold their breath, and despair was like an insurmountable mountain weighing on everyone's hearts.
They don't dare to compare, they can't compare, and many students have even not adjusted their mentality well and have become a little decadent.
"He didn't come today." A young man with a resolute face said solemnly.
"It's normal that he doesn't come. I once saw him chasing some Lord Monsters in the wilderness area. I think he will graduate soon. Once he graduates, he will be the inspector of the Extreme Martial Arts Gym..."
Hearing this, Zheng Che clenched his fists tightly again.
"He didn't come to the party today. Where has he been? Still practicing with Teacher Jiang Fang? Every time I see him
Only his afterimage could be seen. "The handsome young man who spoke turned to look at Zhao Ruo, and everyone also looked over. Many people also looked at Shi Jiang, because Shi Jiang also lived in Jiangnan Pavilion.
"You don't need to look at me. We two have completely different schedules. I have only seen him once in two months. It was when he was chatting with his wife." Shi Jiang's voice was a little dull.
He finally defeated two opponents and reached the top ten, but the result was not good. Ning Ze came over and directly squeezed him out. Now the four of them are competing for the tenth position. How can they dare to relax?
The other three people competing for the tenth place looked at each other in confusion, with only wry smiles on their faces. They had never thought that one day competing for the tenth place would be so difficult!
"Probably? Ning Ze doesn't like drinking. He said he doesn't drink enough and gets drunk easily. He hates that feeling, so he didn't come over. He practices with Teacher Jiang Fang at night, and today should be no exception." Zhao Ruoye Not really sure.
Early morning.
In a lonely attic under the desolate moon, Jiang Fang walked out of the training room. Her face was as pale as ice. Ever since the day Ning Ze defeated her, she had become taciturn and her temperament had become even colder. .
Ning Ze followed behind silently and suggested in a low voice: "Teacher, why don't you come to my house to celebrate the New Year?"
He decided not to fight Jiang Fang from the beginning, but Jiang Fang disagreed.
He was a little worried, so he asked his senior sister Zhao Ruo, who was also Jiang Fang's apprentice. Zhao Ruozhi talked about everything and told everything about his master.
Now Jiang Fang has no relatives or close friends, that is, some colleagues and students from the training camp. She usually spends the New Year alone.
Hearing his suggestion, Jiang Fang shook her head and refused, "No, I'm used to being alone." After a slight pause, she said, "I'm a little hungry tonight. Do you want to eat?"
"Okay, then let's have a late night snack."
This is what Jiang Fang has said the most these days, and Ning Ze will certainly not refuse. Jiang Fang usually only says one or two words, "Okay", "I'm fine", "Continue", "Come again", "Don't hold back."
After a while, the service staff of the elite training camp set up a table and served the dishes. After Ning Ze simply washed up, he sat quietly at the table and waited.
After a while, Jiang Fang walked out with wet hair. Her whole body was like a hibiscus emerging from water, cool, elegant, and with a strong feminine flavor.
Ning Ze was immediately stunned, not at the person, but at the thing in Jiang Fang's hand.
