Liu Jun, a descendant of the Haifeng Imperial Family.

However, he could be considered as the most downtrodden descendant of the entire Haifeng Imperial Family!

His parents passed away two years ago, leaving him an orphan.

In these two years, all of the valuables in his house were seized by his uncles. If it wasn't for the fact that he still had the blood of the Imperial Family in him, perhaps the academy would have kicked him out long ago.

However, because of the departure of his parents and the abandonment of his family, his days in the academy became difficult!

In the beginning, only a few classmates bullied him, but slowly, it became the entire class bullying him. In the end, other than Wang Zixiang, who was currently in the same dorm, no one spoke to him. Furthermore, the class monitor arranged for him to wash the clothes of all the boys in the class, exhausting him to death every day.

Facing all of this, Liu Jun was very helpless. He could only blame himself for being stupid. All of the students in the class were at least second grade swordsmen when they were in second grade, and a few of them were even third grade swordsmen. Especially the class monitor, Wang Kun, who was fourth grade swordsmen. In second grade, there was the possibility of advancing to intermediate swordsman!

But what about him!

As a second grade student, he was only a first grade swordsman. He couldn't even compare to the new students.

"First grade good-for-nothing" became his synonym.

"Creak!"

The door to the dorm opened. When Wang Zixiang saw Liu Jun's stupefied appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head and couldn't help but say, "Liu Jun, why are you still gesturing?

Have you been bewitched?

It's been three days, and you're like an idiot, gesturing all day in the dorm, causing me to wash the clothes by myself. I'm so tired.

Really, I'm so tired that I can't stand it anymore. There are still a dozen clothes that haven't been washed. You go wash them!

I want to sleep for a while. Damn it, my bones are all scattered. "

Liu Jun was at a loss as if he didn't hear him. He didn't even look at him and continued to gesture or ponder.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

Wang Zixiang roared and climbed onto his bed without even taking off his shoes. He lay on the bed and continued, "It's fine if you don't want to listen to me. Anyway, don't blame me for not being loyal to you. I'm really tired and can't move anymore. My hands are already blistered. You better go wash those clothes later. Otherwise, if Class Rep Wang Kun comes looking for you tomorrow, don't scold me."

After saying that, he pulled the blanket over his head and fell asleep.

"Class president?"

Liu Jun's face twitched as he recalled what had happened three days ago.

That night, he had just finished washing the clothes, but for no reason, he had been beaten up by the class president. The reason was very simple. He had quarreled with his girlfriend, so he vented his anger on Liu Jun, who they usually looked down on the most.

Liu Jun's heart was filled with hatred, but there was nothing he could do. After Wang Kun finished beating him, he ran to the back of the mountain to take a breath of fresh air. He didn't expect that when he reached the top of the mountain, he would see a sudden flash of light not far away. Out of curiosity, he followed the light and found that the light actually came from a small pond at the top of the mountain.

Liu Jun, driven by curiosity, jumped into the pond. As a result, he found a sword at the bottom of the pond.

When he picked up the sword and tried to use his Qi to swing it, a "weng" sound suddenly rang in his mind. His mind instantly went blank. The only consciousness he had was that he felt a powerful energy crazily rush into his body from the sword. Following that, the image of a sword move was instantly imbued into his mind.

When he regained his consciousness, other than the clear image of the sword style in his mind, he did not feel anything strange about his body. He only saw that the sword in his hand was actually a black sword with the help of the moonlight. Even the hilt was black.

Liu Jun suddenly thought, could this be a treasured sword?

At that time, he wanted to take it home, but immediately thought that if others knew that he had a treasured sword, it would definitely be robbed. Thus, after much consideration, he threw the sword back into the pond. He decided to wait until he felt that he had the ability to protect himself before coming back to retrieve the sword.

After returning home, he slept on the bed and began to recall the sword move that appeared in his mind when he picked up the sword. Thus, he followed the sword move on the sword. The more he did, the more he felt that this sword move was incomparably profound. Moreover, every time he started to do these sword moves, the incomparably powerful energy in his body would automatically circulate along with the sword move. But once he stopped, the energy would instantly disappear.

However, he unexpectedly found that when he simulated this sword move, when the energy in his body circulated, he could clearly feel every minute sensation in his body. For example, he could clearly feel the beating of his heart and the frequency of his pulse. He could even clearly feel the trajectory of the blood flowing in his body. He could even faintly hear the sound of the blood flowing in his body.

This was a feeling that he had never felt before. Moreover, when this feeling came, he felt an indescribable comfort all over his body. It was as if his body was filled with an explosive power, and there was a confidence that he had never felt before. In this state, he was very confident that he could split a mountain in half with a single sword move.

This feeling made him wild with joy.

Thus, after returning to school, he no longer went to class, nor did he go to wash clothes. Every day in the dormitory, he would use his hand as a substitute for a sword.

Now, he had a bold idea. He wanted to properly experience the sword move in his mind and the sudden extra energy in his body. He wanted to see if he could integrate this energy with the Battle Qi in his body. He firmly believed that if he could integrate it, he would definitely be able to make a breakthrough and advance to Level 3 or even higher. In this way, he would no longer be bullied and had to wash clothes for others all day long.

However, in these three days, no matter how he cultivated, there was no progress in the Battle Qi in his body. He could not even fully understand the mysteries of the sword move. He could only familiarize himself with the sword move.

The only thing he gained was that the feeling of not being able to understand the sword moves he had learned in the academy had disappeared. However, this also made him even more aware that the sword moves he had learned in the past and the sword move in his mind right now were like the difference between heaven and earth.

Therefore, Liu Jun had a thought. Could this sword move be a Heaven level sword move?

This thought shocked him.

It should be known that in the academy, only the dean knew a Heaven level sword move. That was the existence of a Great Swordmaster. In the entire Haifeng, there were only nine people who knew a Heaven level sword move.

It was said that in the six Level 3 countries, there were no more than fifty people who knew a Heaven level sword move, and Haifeng occupied nine of them. This was also why Haifeng was the biggest country among the six Level 3 countries.

Suppressing this thought, Liu Jun did not care whether it was a Heaven level sword move or not. Since he knew how powerful it was, he felt that he should just focus on cultivating. He believed that as long as he could comprehend the mysteries of this sword move and control the energy in his body, he would be able to break away from his life of being bullied and looked down upon.

Waving, waving, waving, Liu Jun continued to be engrossed in his cultivation.

The sky was slightly brighter.

Wang Zixiang woke up and saw that Liu Jun was still waving. He rubbed his eyes and jumped off the bed. "You're really amazing, kid. How can you be so energetic without sleeping?

I remember that you haven't slept for three days, right?

Liu Jun was startled when he heard this. That's right, it seemed that he really had not slept for three days and three nights.

But why did he not feel like sleeping?

On the contrary, it seemed that he was even more energetic?

"Could it be that I don't need to sleep to practice this sword move?"

Liu Jun thought to himself, but felt that this was not possible. How could one practice swordsmanship without sleeping?

Even the Great Swordmaster Dean would not be able to practice swordsmanship without sleeping, right?

Liu Jun was more and more certain that the energy he obtained from the black sword and the sword move was definitely not simple. He was even more determined to understand the mysteries of this sword move.

"Still practicing?

Today is the academy's monthly examination. You can't not go. "Wang Zixiang jumped off the bed and began to put on his clothes.