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The area covered by the protective barrier was about the size of two basketball courts. The little secretary was a little drunk, and Fang Yunhu, who was breathing calmly, was opposite.

The shopping that Wen Jiu was worried about did not appear, and the two sides competed very carefully.

All spiritual equipment is disabled and replaced by the special training equipment provided by the Martial Arts Hall.

All kinds of weapons and protective equipment have the same shape. They feel like hard rubber. They are not sharpened, and have a certain transmission effect on spiritual energy. They can be regarded as props reinforced with scraps of spiritual materials.

While the strength of the Darkness Suppressor is properly exerted, it is guaranteed that both sides will not be accidentally injured.

After all, the most important practice is to simulate evil objects, and the discussion between the dark fighters is at most about martial arts moves, and there are very few situations where real swords and spears are used against each other.

A bench was placed around the barrier, and Wen Jiu and several other Han family guards sat and watched.

Chatting along the way, they have a good temper, and they gradually became acquainted.

Fang Yunhu's master was named Han Qu, and his status was equal to that of Mu Fengshuang, the grandson of the patriarch.

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

They are both guards with four-star aptitude, and they don't want to lose face to their masters, so they have never had much to discuss.

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

Fang Yunhu is holding a pair of claws, worn on the outside of the arm, sharp and fierce.

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

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

The practice weapons are unpretentious, without scabbards.

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

"Again, I don't use my usual weapon."

Seeing the choice of the little secretary, Fang Yunhu's face became more and more displeased.

Wen Jiu leaned closer to the dark-suspecting person beside him, "What do you mean?"

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

"It's a machete."

It's not quite accurate to say the scimitar. Wen Jiu personally fought with the little secretary. The scimitar-shaped spiritual equipment can change a lot, and it can be unfolded one by one, similar to a soft sword with a scorpion tail.

"Fang Yunhu's usual main weapon is the claw."

The darker's introduction was enough to see why Fang Yunhu was angry.

One party used the main weapon, while the other party randomly drew an unusual knife, which seemed to be a bit underestimated.

"Don't be beaten to tears by me!"

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

As soon as the little secretary finished speaking, Fang Yunhu lowered her body abruptly, and her leg muscles exploded with exaggerated explosive force. Instead of describing a tiger descending a mountain, it could be said that an eagle swooped down.

The opponent's intentions were particularly obvious. It could be seen that Miao Dao's attack range was large, and there was no chance of winning with strength and ferocity.

Only in close combat, the long knife can't exert its momentum, and the claws enter the best combo area.

The little secretary's blade swept across, with the power to cut horses and armor, even if it was a practice weapon without a blade, it still made people's scalp tingle.

Especially Fang Yunhu, who was facing the blade, had already dashed into the attack range. At this time, he had to slam on the brakes to escape, and the price was to open up a hole.

"drink!"

Using one foot, Fang Yunhu flipped in the air, the blade almost brushed against the sole of the shoe, and the claws of both hands whirled towards the little secretary's neck.

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

The little secretary swung the Miao Dao with all his strength, but it was not so quick to take it back, and the opponent's claws were already three inches above the head.

Take a step forward and turn around.

The little secretary didn't choose to forcibly retract the saber gesture, but added fuel to the flames, allowing the saber momentum to spin her body sharply, pressing down on her waist, and spinning her body to kick.

The rabbit kicks the eagle!

Bang——

Avoiding the claw thorns, he kicked the outside of Fang Yunhu's arm, sending him flying with solid force.

Taking advantage of the situation, the little secretary rolled over and returned to the Miao Dao starting posture from the messy spinning posture.

On the other side, Fang Yunhu, who was knocked away, landed on the ground with slightly bent legs, and also immediately resumed the confrontation posture.

This is the first round of contact.

Within a few breaths, the situation was reversed several times, moves were made, changes were made, and moves were dismantled, and several guards applauded.

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

People call it Wudou, so what do I usually do with fighting?

However, Wen Jiu knew in his heart that he could not compare his fighting style with ordinary martial arts.

The attack of the evil thing can be completely forced to kill according to the elf's resistance and characteristics. At worst, go to the lounge to sleep for five seconds.

The thought of a brief comparison passed, and Fang Yunhu and the secretary fought together again.

The Miao knife dances wildly like mercury leaking to the ground, airtight;

The claws and thorns spy on it, looking for the slightest weak point, which is instantly fatal.

Figures intertwined, Fang Yunhu fought for the danger of being cut by the blade, the claw stabbed straight at the right hand of the little secretary holding the knife, and the other sharp claw waited for an opportunity to block the possibility of Miao Dao changing hands.

The two snakes vomited letters, and devoured their hearts with each other.

When the wrist was about to be stabbed by the sharp blade, the little secretary knew that it was too late for the long Miao knife to be fully withdrawn, so she simply let go of her palm and discarded the knife to protect her wrist.

The corners of Fang Yunhu's eyes lit up with joy, the opponent lost his weapon, and it was close to close combat again, the outcome was close.

Even so, she wasn't careless, and had a faint premonition in her heart that this difficult opponent had a trick.

Sure enough, the little secretary raised her toes and kicked the end of the handle of the falling Miao Dao just in time.

The Miao Dao, which was supposed to fall to the ground, flew back and forth between the cliffs like a civet cat, and the blade head rushed towards Fang Yunhu's chest.

Sure enough, there is a fraud!

Seeing that Fang Yunhu forced the opponent's final counterattack, as long as he swayed this move and let the Miao Dao fly out of the game, the little secretary would be unarmed...

As soon as the idea came up, her steps were staggered by half an inch, and Fang Yunhu felt a cold in her throat as she watched her staggering with a very small deviation.

The index finger and thumb, which are a little baby fat, form a claw, locked on the skin outside the trachea.

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

When they met on the street, the little secretary's first move was like this;

Coming to the martial arts gym, the little secretary's final move to seal the victory is also the same.

"It's beautiful!"

Seeing that the victory and defeat had already been divided, the dark fighters outside the barrier clapped their hands and applauded. Fang Yunhu was a little unwilling, but had no choice but to be convinced.

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

"I, hiccup~, it's okay, you're too good at it."

"you…!"

Looking at the little secretary who was still drunk, Fang Yunhu shook her head, "The speed of progress is like a monster. Are you really a four-star aptitude?"

When she was young, because Fang Yunhu was three years older, she beat the little secretary steadily.

Draw with age.

Up to now, Fang Yunhu has indeed lost to the little secretary, whether it is the level of the dark fighter or the foundation of martial arts.

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

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

Speaking of this, a few touches of heavy clarity flashed in the little secretary's drunken eyes, and then quickly dissipated.

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

Fang Yunhu didn't question it too much. After all, five-star cultivation aptitude is one in a million. The Mu family really wanted to adopt such a precious jade, so there was no need to hide it. It should have been carved...