I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Cheng Rang rolled his eyes at Wu Tiao, turned around and walked away, waving his hand and saying, "Don't you, a single guy, not understand what romance is?"

"Go to hell, you bastard." Gojo Satoru said in a joking tone, kicking away the gravel at his feet.

"Hahaha! I'm leaving first. You can quickly entertain your little fans."

"Little fan?"

Gojo Satoru looked back and saw that the second-year student with long blue hair who had just been standing at the door of the conference room was running towards him holding a mobile phone in his hand.

As soon as she saw him turning around, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Teacher Gojo!!"

When Gojo Satoru turned around and wanted to chat with Cheng Rang for a few more words, he found that no one could be found.

"This guy...."

"Teacher Gojo! Can you please take a photo with me?"

"Of course~ Yeah!"

Gojo Satoru smiled very cooperatively and made a scissor hand gesture. With the click of the flash, Miwa Kasumi successfully got a photo of the two of them.

The girl who was obviously in high spirits had completely forgotten about her mission this time. Did she agree to come out to buy tea?

He is truly a fan of Gojo Satoru.

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In the following days, the students from the two schools who were preparing for the exchange meeting took the time to exercise. They worked hard to make themselves stronger as much as possible.

Otherwise, you won't be able to take back the bullshit you blew, and you won't be the only one who will be embarrassed.

But the practice of knotweed ran into trouble.

"Why..."

As soon as she entered the house, Isabella lowered her head and sighed, hung the key at the door and took off her shoes.

Cheng Rang raised his head on the sofa, looked at Isabella at the door through the corridor, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, my wife? She sighed as soon as she entered the door."

Isabella walked into the living room in two or three steps, jumped on the sofa and threw herself into Chengrang's arms.

"It's the knotweed thing."

"Why, your genius master has also encountered a bottleneck?"

"Don't make fun of me." Isabella shrank in front of Cheng Rang.

She gently hit his chest in her arms, arched her head and adjusted herself to a comfortable position, "As for the practice of Brisac's spell, he still can't transform the spell."

Cheng Rang was combing Isabella's long, silky golden hair, and he counted the time and said, "How long has it been? It's less than two weeks. Isn't it normal that the transformation has not been successful? You don't know how?" Do you expect this guy from Tiger Sticks to be better than me?"

"Of course the situation is different! What I'm saying is that he has been unable to transform the magic power."

"Is there any difference?" Cheng Rang blinked.

"Hisuhito successfully extracted spiritual power on the fourth day of his exposure to Brisac's spell practice."

Cheng Rang spat out the wine he had just put into his mouth, causing Isabella to break away from his arms in disgust.

Cheng Rang wiped his lips and glared, "What did you say?!"

Four days to extract spiritual power and perceive the spiritual realm?

For a young tiger stick who is only fifteen years old and has basically never received any similar training in a systematic way, this is simply a genius!

He was only three days behind Isabella!

Cheng Rang unconsciously felt that he had received an invisible blow.

It has been said that he has not used any spells for a while, and the promotion exam for the Brahma Conjurer Master is even further away. I wonder if if he continues to be unfamiliar with it, in a few days, the knotweed will be more powerful than him, and he will even be able to do it. Can't pretend to be someone else? !

Cheng Rang was thinking about whether he should work harder to pick up the spell again. After all, he had a good teacher like Isabella by his side who could guide him. It would not be easy if Leticia caught him when he went back. ...

"Then it stands to reason that it shouldn't be very difficult for the knotweed that has touched the spiritual power to convert the magic power."

The way to convert spiritual power into spell power is to instill belief. Polygonum cuspidatum is not the kind of guy who is confused and doesn't know the way forward. Whether it is his grandfather's instructions to him or simply the idea of ​​becoming stronger after experiencing life and death, he should be able to support his use. Brisac's spell is the right one.

Cheng Rang raised an appropriate question, "Is it a problem with the Nuo in his body?"

Isabella snapped her fingers, "You finally noticed this."

"...You are saying that the two-faced Su Nuo in the knotweed interfered with the process of converting his mental power into magical energy?"

"Yes." Isabella nodded, "Curse energy is a special spiritual energy infused with strong positive emotions. The Su Nuo lodged in the body of the knotweed is a collection of negative curses. Once the knotweed begins to transform the curse energy, Su Nuo's huge negative curse will completely neutralize or even tear this newly generated spell energy into pieces..."

The energy of the spell cannot be generated, and the circuit of the spell cannot be constructed. This means that as long as Su Nuo interferes in the body of the tiger stick, even this interference may be unconscious, the tiger stick will not be able to access the gate of Brisac's spell.

Seeing Isabella's frowning face, Cheng Rang put down his wine glass and patted his chest.

"Harm, I thought it was such a big deal, let me handle it!"

Isabella quickly got up from the sofa and looked at Cheng Rang who was walking out of the house, "Where are you going?"

"Drinking together."

boom...

Cheng Rang, who then found the knotweed, hugged him without saying a word and put his palm on his head.

"You brat, you made your master worried for so long and you didn't tell me. Do you still think of me as your big brother?"

"No, what?!"

Just as Hezhuang opened his mouth to ask something, he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the place where he experienced the nightmare when he lost his heart last time.

.....

Su Nuo, who was sitting proudly on the top of the withered bones, held his chin and frowned slightly. He looked at the strange man walking towards him with a smile, and his heart trembled.

There was no reason for fear, but she clearly had no impression of him at all, so Su Nuo asked:

"Hey, who are you?"

The man's answer made Su Nuo stand up angrily.

I saw his lips parted, and he said loudly in the eyes of Knotweed on the side, which was as if he had seen a ghost:

"——I am your father!"

Chapter 55: Menopausal Su Nuo will not dream of the Bunny Girl Sword God

Liang Miansu Nuo felt like he had been having nightmares recently.

——But will I have nightmares?

Liangmian Sunuo, who couldn't help but feel puzzled by this, didn't want to blame the recent situation on the fact that he was "too old to remember things".

I felt unhappy because I seemed to have had a nightmare but couldn't remember what happened, so I secretly interfered with the progress of Tiger Sticks' plan to learn spells with Isabella.

However, Su Nuo, who was bored with this kind of thing recently, gave up this behavior.

My face hurts a little...

Ever since, after Cheng Rang had a "friendly" exchange of fists and kicks with old man Su Nuo for the second time, Hu Zhi successfully mastered the operation of converting mental power into spell energy the next morning.

The basic test results were very satisfactory and were not as expected by Cheng Rang and Isabella. Polygonum cuspidatum was a good seedling for practicing mantras.

It just so happened that Cheng Rang, who had nothing to do recently, planned to pick up the mantras again, so he followed Isabella to consolidate the practice of mantras, and took the time to take care of his disciples together.

And Isabella also surprised Cheng Rang when it came to Knotweed learning Esperanto and spells.

She actually memorized all the books she read from Letitia!

Cheng Rang once wondered if his wife had been influenced by some Chinese exam-oriented education and was not like an American at all in terms of learning.

But it also made it easier for her to fulfill her wish to teach and educate people.

After that, Gojo Satoru received Isabella's application for a larger training venue, on the grounds that the knotweed was ready to start practicing the spell release.

This news almost scared Gojo back on the spot while he was out on a mission - what the hell? ! This kid obviously didn't have any spells. The only condition for being able to release the spell was to share the spell with Su Nuo. This was the only possibility he could think of.

Is it possible that Huzhang secretly made a deal with Su Nuo for power?

Gojo Satoru, who thought something was wrong, chose to get to the bottom of it. The reason was that he cared about his students. Later, Isabella almost choked him on the phone.

"When you are the boss, you still have the nerve to say [care about students] in front of me? Who is the one who cares about Japanese knotweed?"

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to fool him by punching him shamelessly, but Knotweed seemed to have Teacher Campbell beside him to support him, and said, "I also think Gojo-sensei, you don't care enough about me." He was knocked down in one fell swoop.

Isabella giggled with satisfaction, and even went home to share the expression on Gojo Satoru's face with her husband.

Then Wu Tiao rejected Cheng Rang's warm invitation to take him out for a drink and passed the venue application with tears.

The two masters and apprentices were good at using Gojo's teacher's money, occupying his space, and holding a denouncement meeting against him...

Don't mention how wronged Wu Jiang is.

After leaving a sentence, "When I come back, I must see how exquisite Mr. Campbell's technique is." Gojo Satoru stopped actively contacting the two.

After a long period of "intrigue" between Cheng Rang and the Chanyuan, classmate Maki received a total of 27 "love whippings".

More than half of them were in the middle of the night.

Regarding Cheng Rang's seriousness in checking the training indicators and his confident behavior of breaking into the girls' dormitory at night without even being caught once, Zenyuan Maki seemed to be at odds with him.

She thought of setting up mechanisms around the dormitory to block Cheng Rang's "invasion" and serve as an early warning.

——Can't this guy at least let me have a good sleep? The highest record was seven night attacks in one night! Don't you want to sleep? ?

For this reason, Maki had faint dark circles on her face, and Kugisaki, who was a junior, was always concerned about her.

But what made her feel devastated was that the mechanisms she had carefully designed did not have even the slightest use for Cheng Rang, but instead made him worse.

So now Maki's sad and angry expression after seeing Cheng Rang is like looking at an enemy, which is very painful for first-year students Fushiguro and Kugisaki.

"I'm talking about Fushiguro, don't you think Maki-san has never been nice to anyone lately?" Kugisaki covered his forehead, which was knocked out of the bag, and poked Fushiguro's spine.

"She's always been like that, but it's just gotten a little worse lately."

Fushiguro squatted on the ground with half-open eyes and glanced at the Zenyuan senior who was holding a katana and scanning the field with sharp eyes.

"Come on."

"I don't want it!" Kugisaki shook his head violently and backed away. "I want to find Senior Panda. At least he understands what it means to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade."

"Then rock, paper, scissors." Fushiguro stretched out his fist.

But Kugisaki had already disappeared without a trace.

Fushiguro's eyes were fixed on his own, and the senior sister from the Zen Academy who was walking step by step swallowed hard and her face turned dark.

"You've had enough rest time, Megumi! Come over here and continue!"

continue? Continue with what?

Is that just going to be beaten? Does it have anything to do with training? !

"This is called anti-hit training. After you get injured, go find that bastard Doctor Cheng and he'll be fine soon."

Maki looked unkind (actually she was not awake yet), tapping the scabbard in her hand and approaching.

Fushiguro lowered his head and sighed as if resigned to his fate.

"You might as well kill me."

"Pickled cabbage..."

Inumaki looked at Fushiguro's back as if he were a warrior on his way out, and raised his hand to signal.

Until now, Cheng Rang didn't seem to have the slightest intention to continue except for letting Maki live with his sword, seize the sword, and get beaten.

Of course, if Maki makes no progress at all, she will definitely give up.

On the contrary, Maki feels that she has gained a lot.

At least when facing sudden attacks and attacks from various angles, she has a perception that is several times sharper than before.

In order to stop the loss in time, even if the saber was accidentally taken away by Cheng Rang, she could take Cheng Rang's subsequent blow as quickly as possible.

Because Cheng Rang didn't simply "beat" her, but "beat" her in a targeted manner.