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The area covered by the barrier shield was about the size of two basketball courts. The little secretary was a little drunk, and on the opposite side was the calm Fang Yunhu.

The shopping that Wen Jiu was worried about did not appear, and the two sides were very particular about their discussions.

All spiritual equipment is disabled, and the special training equipment provided by the martial arts hall will be replaced.

All kinds of weapon guards have a similar appearance. They feel like hard rubber to the touch. They do not have a blade, and they have a certain transmission effect on spiritual energy.

While the Dark Slayer's strength is properly exerted, it is ensured that both parties are not accidentally injured.

After all, the most important practice is to simulate evil things, and the sparring between the Dark Slayers is mostly about martial arts moves, and there are few cases of real swords and real spears.

There was a bench outside the barrier, and Wen Jiu and several other Han family guards sat and watched.

They chatted all the way, and they were very good-natured, and gradually they became familiar with each other.

Fang Yunhu's master's name is Han Qu, and his status is equal to Mu Fengshuang, the grandson of the family master.

Han Qu was a little interested in Mu Fengshuang, and even brought Fang Yunhu into contact with the little secretary a lot.

They are both guards and four-star qualifications. No one wants to lose the face of the master, and there has always been no discussion.

Speaking of the practice room, simple weapon racks are set up at the back of both ends of the enchantment area, which is convenient for both parties to choose equipment.

Fang Yunhu is holding a pair of claws, which are worn on the outside of his arms and are sharp and ruthless.

The little secretary pulled out a tall guy from the corner of the weapon rack.

That thing has not been used for a long time, and it is much newer than the wear and tear of other practice weapons.

The weapons used for practice are not pretentious and have no scabbard.

The guy chosen by the little secretary is a yard or two larger than the ordinary katana and samurai swords, and it is different from the fact that the back of the sword has no curvature, so it should be called a seedling sword.

"Again, don't use your usual weapon."

Seeing the little secretary's choice, Fang Yunhu's expression became more and more unhappy.

Wen Jiu leaned towards the dark man beside him, "What do you mean?"

"The little secretary's usual weapon isn't the Miao Dao?"

"It's a machete."

To say that the machete is actually not accurate. Wen Jiu personally fought with the little secretary. The machete-like spiritual equipment has changed a lot, but it can be unfolded section by section, similar to a soft scorpion sword.

"Fang Yunhu's main weapon is the claws."

The introduction by the Dark Slayer was enough to see why Fang Yunhu was angry.

One side was using the main weapon, and the other side was randomly drawing an uncommon knife, which was somewhat underestimated.

"Don't make me cry!"

"Hiccup~er~, don't worry."

As soon as the little secretary finished speaking, Fang Yunhu lowered her body abruptly, her legs muscles exploding with exaggerated explosive force, rather than describing the tiger going down the mountain, it should be said that the eagle swooped.

The opponent's intention is particularly obvious, seeing that the Miao Dao has a large attack range, and there is absolutely no chance of winning by fighting strength and ferocity.

Only in close combat, the long knife cannot exert its momentum, and the claw thorn enters the best combo area.

The little secretary's blade swept across, with great power to slash horses and armor, even if it was a practice weapon that didn't cut a blade, it still made one's scalp tingle.

Especially in the face of Fang Yunhu, who was facing the blade, his body had already rushed into the attack range. At this time, he was barely able to slam on the brakes to avoid it, but the cost was wide open.

"drink!"

With one foot exerting force, Fang Yunhu flipped in the air, the blade almost brushed the sole of the shoe, and the claws of both hands stabbed and twisted towards the little secretary's neck.

With a sudden change of move, the situation reversed in an instant.

The little secretary swung the Miao Dao with all his might, but it was not so quick to withdraw it, and the opponent's claws had already reached the top three inches.

Step forward, turn around.

The little secretary did not choose to forcibly withdraw the sword, but instead added fuel to the flames, letting the sword rotate with the body, press the waist down, and kick the body.

Rabbit kicks eagle!

bang——

The soles of the feet avoided the claws, kicked the outside of Zhong Fang Yunhu's arm, and carried him away with solid force.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the little secretary tumbled, and returned to the Miao Dao starter posture from the messy, twisted body and landing posture.

On the other side, Fang Yunhu, who was knocked away, fell to the ground with his legs slightly bent, and also resumed the confrontation posture at the first time.

This is the first round of contact.

After a few breaths, the situation flipped several times, making moves, changing moves, and dismantling moves. Several guards applauded.

Wen Jiu couldn't help covering his face...

Others call it martial arts, but what do I usually fight for?

However, Wen Jiu knew in his heart that he couldn't compare his fighting style with ordinary martial arts.

The attack of the evil thing can completely kill it according to the resistance and characteristics of the elf, and the big deal is to go to the rest room and sleep for five seconds.

The thought of a brief comparison passed, Fang Yunhu and the little secretary were fighting again.

Miao Dao dances wildly like mercury spilling to the ground, airtight;

The claw thorns peeped, looking for the slightest weak point, instantly fatal.

Figures staggered, Fang Yunhu fighting the danger of being hit by the blade, the claws stabbed straight into the right hand of the little secretary holding the knife, and the other sharp claw was waiting for the opportunity to block the possibility of Miao Dao changing hands.

The two snakes vomited letters and devoured their hearts with arms crossed.

When the wrist was about to be stabbed by the sharp blade, the little secretary knew that it was too late to withdraw the long Miao Dao, so he simply released his palm and abandoned the sword to protect his wrist.

Fang Yunhu's eyes lit up with joy, the opponent lost his weapon, and it was a close-quarters battle, the outcome was close.

Rao is so, she is not the slightest careless, and she has a faint hunch in her heart that this difficult opponent has a back-up move.

Sure enough, the little secretary raised his toes and kicked the end of the falling Miao Dao with his heart.

The Miao Dao, which should have fallen to the ground, flew back and forth between the cliffs like a civet cat, and the blade head ran towards Fang Yunhu's chest.

There is indeed a fraud!

Fang Yunhu saw that he forced the opponent's last counterattack. As long as he passed this move, Miao Dao flew out of the match, and the little secretary was bare-handed...

As soon as the thought started, his steps staggered by half an inch, and his eyes staggered away with a small deviation, but Fang Yunhu felt a chill in his throat.

The slightly fat forefinger and thumb form a claw and lock onto the skin outside the trachea.

The strength of the **** stopped, Fang Yunhu only felt a slight numbness in his neck.

When the streets meet, this is the first time the secretary makes a move;

When I came to the martial arts hall, the little secretary's last move to seal the victory was the same.

"Beautiful!"

The darkness-suppressors outside the enchantment saw that the outcome was decided, and clapped and cheered. Fang Yunhu was a little unwilling, and had to be convinced.

"In terms of basic skills, you are getting stronger and stronger."

"I, hiccup~, it's alright, you're too bad."

"you…!"

Fang Yunhu shook his head as he looked at the young secretary~www.readwn.com~, "The speed of progress is like a monster. Are you really a four-star qualification?"

When he was a child, Fang Yunhu was three years older than the little secretary.

Balancing with age.

To this day, Fang Yunhu has indeed lost to the frontline of the little secretary, whether it is the rank of the Dark Slayer or the foundation of martial arts.

What makes it even more difficult for her to accept is that no matter how hard she works, the gap seems to be widening.

That's why I suspect that the little secretary has more than four-star qualifications.

Speaking of this, the little secretary's drunk eyes flashed a few heavy clarifications, which quickly dissipated.

"Isn't it... Four-star, the result of the physical examination is the same."

Fang Yunhu didn't ask any more questions. After all, the five-star cultivation aptitude can be said to be unique. The Mu family really wants to adopt such a precious jade, so there is no need to hide it.