The Wizard’s Immortality (Wizarding Immortal)

When people are concentrating, time often passes quickly.

Around, Adil found that some of the apprentices had left the training ground. He looked at the sun in the sky and felt the heat. It has been a long time since it happened.

The rest of the apprentices were almost gone, and only Dill was left to continue training around him, and the sweat on his body completely wet his shirt.

"Adil, are you still training?"

It seemed that he felt that the training was almost done. Dill slowly stopped. At this time, he took a cloth from the servant on the side to wipe his sweat, and looked at Adil who was still training.

Feeling his call, Adil finished a set of moves and stopped from training, gasping for breath while talking to him with a smile: "Because of the injury, I haven't trained for a long time, so today I feel The state is exceptionally good, so I need to train more.”

"Haha, that's true!" Dill's face showed a hearty smile: "But even if the body recovers, this kind of thing still can't be practiced for too long. If you accidentally leave a dark injury, it will be bad. If you have time, practice more. Swordsmanship is also good."

Adil was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted with a gentle smile on his face: "Yes!"

They talked for a while, and then Dill left the sword in his hand and left directly.

Standing on the training ground, looking at his figure in the distance, Adil had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Chip, check the physical condition." He said silently to the chip in his heart.

"The main body is in good condition, and the knight's breathing training has not yet reached the limit." In an instant, a mechanical voice sounded.

"Sure enough." A flash of understanding flashed in Adier's eyes.

The process of practicing the knight breathing method is itself a kind of stimulation to the body, and the continuous practice will also bring a strong burden and damage to the body.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, even experienced knights can practice the knight's breathing technique a limited number of times a day.

As for the determination of this frequency, it all depends on the practitioner's own experience and bodily sensations.

In this regard, Adil is inherently better than others.

With the chip, he can monitor his physical condition at any time, so that his training can reach the most perfect level.

Moreover, the modified Dier breathing method has greatly reduced the burden on practitioners. Compared with other people, Adil can train effectively more times per day.

"But in this way, in order to prevent others from doubting, you can't train too crazy in front of others, or you will be found out sooner or later."

In an instant, Adil thought of this question.

No one is a fool. Once an anomaly is discovered, in the long run, although he may not be able to do anything with Adil, he will definitely be suspicious, adding trouble out of thin air.

Thinking of this, Adil shook his head, feeling a little helpless: "It seems that you have to be more careful when training in the future."

This thought flashed through his mind, he looked around, and although no one was there, he still stopped the thought of continuing to practice breathing.

He walked over to the weapon rack in front of him and changed to a lighter long sword. He stood there and thought for a while before calling out to the chip in his mind: "Chip, transfer the basic swordsmanship movements."

At the same moment, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind, and a lot of memories of basic swordsmanship poured into his mind.

Among them are the memories and experiences of Adier's practice in the past, as well as the data and video clips recorded by other people during this period, all of which poured into Adier's mind for his reference.

Under a familiar instinct, Adil took a step forward and stabbed the long sword in his hand forward.

front stab,

Lifting up, slashing horizontally... The movements are displayed in his hands one by one, appearing to be familiar and streamlined, like a warrior who has been trained for many years.

Adil has been rigorously trained since he was a child. He has practiced this basic swordsmanship many times, and has already formed a familiar instinct in his body. No jerky feeling at all.

He practiced over and over again like this, starting from the basic swordsmanship, practicing the swordsmanship in his memory over and over again, trying to familiarize himself with all the skills that this body once mastered.

Time passed quickly. In order not to attract the attention of others, Adil did not rest the knight's breathing method throughout the afternoon. Instead, he practiced his swordsmanship and exercised his body in various ways just like everyone else.

At night, when the other apprentices left intermittently, Adil, who had left long ago, returned to this spacious training ground.

There are usually no people in this area. Including Adil, there are only less than ten knight apprentices who usually train here, and the rest are servants. It's war time again, and many apprentices are sent out on missions, and few people come here at night.

And this world is different from the first two worlds that Adil experienced.

Without cheap and convenient electricity, the world's nighttime interior lighting uses expensive grease and is relatively less clear.

In such a large training field, even if someone is holding a torch, it is impossible to see what Adil is doing from a distance, and there is no need to worry about being discovered.

Thinking of this, he quietly walked to a corner in front, picked up his long sword, and resumed the training process.

I don't know if it's a problem with the bloodline of this body, but Adil found that his eyesight is very good, even if he is in the dark night, he can see the scene clearly, plus the existence of the chip, even training in the dark night. No problem.

This time, he is no longer training those swordsmanship, but the knight's breathing method.

The brilliance of the long sword dancing was concealed under the dark night, and the sword wind and the violent breathing caused by the swinging sounded in the quiet night, but it was also covered up by the constant sound of insects around.

When the physical training reached the limit, the voice prompt of the chip machine stopped Adil's movements.

He looked up at the sky, and among the countless stars at night, a silver moon hung high above it, spreading a thin brilliance.

Adil turned around and looked around, feeling the sound of insects and the silence around him, he couldn't help but walk back.

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A few days later, in the early morning, Adil stood quietly on the wide training ground, and the physical attributes detected by the chip emerged in his mind.

Name: Adil Farcus. Strength: 2.9. Agility: 2.5. Constitution: 2.7.