I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 185 Fang Qingran's Self-Review (4000 words)
A large amount of information flooded Fang Qingran's mind in a short period of time. However, he had already had a similar experience, so he quickly adjusted his completion status and began to absorb and refine.

"Brother Fang, don't worry about it."

Mo Yong's eyes showed a hint of worry.

He didn't know what the boy in front of him suddenly thought of, and when he took the booklet recording the double swordsmanship, he was inexplicably absent-minded.

"fine."

After sorting out the information in her mind, Fang Qingran calmly replied.

To be honest, this was something he never expected before he came in, to actually trigger the enlightenment state of "Human Sword Unity" when he touched this booklet.

All kinds of skills related to double swordsmanship are familiar by heart, as if in another time and space, he has practiced double swordsmanship for an unknown number of years.

The double swordsmanship sounds fancy, but in fact, when broken down, there are currently three stages.

Using different elementary sword moves at the same time;
Using different middle-level sword moves at the same time;
Use different high-level sword moves at the same time.

Above, the sword moves of the same level can be matched and combined at will, and it can be regarded as reaching the corresponding level.

"The problem is that the founder of this dual swordsmanship technique seems to have failed to reach the third stage. It can be said that the content of the third stage at the end of the entire booklet is all his imagination and speculation."

Pretending to look through it, Fang Qingran roughly understood the reason for the decline of double swordsmanship.

Intermediate-level sword moves are quite useful for low-level transcendents, but when it comes to more advanced battles, they can only be reduced to ordinary.

In the case that dual swordsmanship can only display two middle-level sword moves at the same time, the higher the level, the weaker it is, and naturally no one is willing to spend time on it.

Then, here comes the problem.

Dual swordsmanship, why can't two high-level swordsmanship be displayed at the same time?

Fang Qingran failed to get the answer from the pamphlet.

Obviously, those who practiced double swordsmanship and left their insights in the booklet scratched their heads and couldn't figure it out.

This is normal, because he found that all the students who left messages on it were students.

To be precise, they were members of the Hejian Society in the past.

Pretentiously flipping through it, he handed the booklet back to Mo Yong again.

"Is this finished?"

Mo Yong's expression was rather surprised.

No matter how you look at it, this time is far from enough to read it carefully.

"not……"

Looking at the boy sitting across from him, he thought of a certain possibility, and a bit of bitterness rose from the corner of his lips.

That's right, Fang Xuedi had only been in school for less than a month, and he had defeated Hou Yong, who was stronger than him. With such a talent, it was almost a certainty that he would become a high-level transcendent in the future.

Knowing the upper limit of double swordsmanship, not interested in wasting time on it, is an extremely correct and wise decision.

"Well, after reading it, I will speed read the quantum fluctuation."

Fang Qingran smiled charmingly.

Sensing Mo Yong's aggrieved eyes like a wounded little daughter-in-law, he thought for a while, and already guessed that the senior probably misunderstood what he meant.

He really just returned the pamphlet!
After thinking for a while, he stood up from the small square table and pulled out the silver stick.

Looking at Xiang Fang Qingran's gesture, Mo Yong's eyes were slightly dazed: "This move... is somewhat like the third move of the oblique willow swordsmanship, drizzle and oblique wind."

When he found that the other party moved his other hand, he couldn't help but widen his eyes:
"The eighth form of Tianshan Yunliujian, Yuncang Tianshan?"

Of these two styles of sword moves, the former is soft, while the latter uses the might of the sword to crush the Tianshan Mountains. It is clear that the wind and the horse are irrelevant, and they take two completely different paths, but in Fang Xuedi's hands, they complement each other perfectly and are incomparably tacit. .

"Just by taking a look at it, you can get started with double swordsmanship and master the first stage?"

Mo Yong groaned weakly from the bottom of his heart.

What kind of monster is this tm!
"Senior Mo, I really read it carefully!"

Fang Qingran's face was full of sincerity.

He has even practiced double swordsmanship, presumably Senior Mo will be able to believe his words now, let's stop thinking about it!
With this wave of operations, who can't praise him as a little genius?

It's awesome, you can have your hips on your hips!
"I... I believe in you..."

Mo Yong turned his head, his voice choked up.

"This is touching!"

Fang Qingran was sure in her heart.

"Give me some time to recall, I forgot what I just wanted to say."

Mo Yong covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying.

Originally, he wanted to say 'Then let's officially start teaching', but now this sentence is held in his heart, and he can't say it.

After more than a year in the Hejian club, he has not been able to practice to the second stage, that is to say, he is now at the same level as Fang Xuedi, who has studied for less than a few minutes.

"Is this extra year of experience enough for teaching?"

After observing Fang Qingran Xiaolu's hands completely, he really couldn't give himself a definite answer from the bottom of his heart.

"When we have free time in the future, we can learn about double swordsmanship and make progress together."

After deliberating over and over again, he said this sentence with a smile on his face.

"Well, I still have a lot to learn!"

Fang Qingran was sincere.

"it is good."

Seeing that he agreed, Mo Yong looked out of the window behind the young man, his eyes slightly focused.

"Since Fang Xuedi, you have initially mastered double swordsmanship, I don't have anything to teach today..."

In the words, he revealed a bit of intention to see off the guests.

Fang Qingran felt that the transformation was a bit abrupt, but with the help of the state of the unity of human and sword, it seemed that he really had no reason to stay here any longer.

If he had to say that his dual swordsmanship still lacked something, I'm afraid there was only real combat left.

But seeing the fatigue on Mo Yong's eyebrows, it is obviously not a good time for actual combat.

Mo Yong propped himself on the ground with one hand, as if he was going to get up to see Fang Qingran off, his sleeve brushed against the square table, and the spreading spiritual fire evaporated the water.

"By the way, there is one more thing." He put the booklet back into his arms, "Brother Fang, you haven't joined any club yet.

After I go back here, if there is any society looking for you and wants to ask you to help me tomorrow, no matter what he says, it is best not to agree.

You don't need to get involved in the disputes between clubs, just concentrate on training in the Sword Academy with peace of mind. "

"I will consider your opinion, Senior Mo."

Fang Qingran nodded.

When he came to the door, he turned his head and asked, "What about you, senior?"

"Me?" Mo Yong smiled, "I'm different from you, don't forget, I am the president of Hejian Club."

Taking the initiative to step forward, he opened the door, looked up at the red sun that was gradually sinking in the west, and retracted his gaze and said, "Let's go back early before it's dark."

Just as Fang Qingran was about to say goodbye, a cold shout came from afar outside the dojo:
"No, he can't go."

A group of more than a dozen people came along the gravel path. Their costumes were embroidered with the unified logo symbolizing the Bajian Society. The leader was a blue-shirted youth wearing square-frame glasses.

There is a sense of déjà vu of a gentle scum.

The words just now came from his mouth.

Fang Qingran looked for the sound, his eyes froze on a person in the crowd.

He once had a relationship with this little brother who defecated everywhere.

"You Bajian Club, when did you stretch out your hands so long?"

Mo Yong lightly pressed the scabbard, and pushed the sword with his thumb: "If you want to fight, I will accompany you, why bother to involve outsiders!"

His face was as gloomy as ink.

He thought he could send Junior Fang away before the surveillance guy called someone over, but who knew that Ba Jian Club could shake people so fast.

Looking at the blue shirt youth headed by Xiang, his heart sank several points.

He is still the second strongest member of the Bajian Club, and Liao Tong, the deputy head of the club, personally leads the team. If it is not a premeditated plan, he will never believe it.

"After Fang Xuedi defeated that fellow Hou Yong, did he focus on Fang Xuedi...?"

Noticing the provocation on the face behind Liao Tong, backed by the deputy head of the society, the proud and strong man, he let out a pee from the bottom of his heart.

The villain succeeds.

Glaring Mo Yong back viciously, Hou Yong noticed the gaze from the young man at the door of the dojo, subconsciously shrunk his neck, and hid behind the young man in blue shirt.

In the next second, he picked out the team for Liao Tong.

"Put your chest up, raise your head, draw your belly in, and take a big stride~ let's go!"

Liao Tong was not angry enough to command.

It's really embarrassing to be so cowardly with him around.

Dogs rely on people's power, foxes pretend to be tigers, dare not bark twice, real food is worse than dogs!
"I remember, today, I should have asked Hou Yong to give you a word of advice, President Mo."

There was a faint smile on Liao Tong's face: "President Mo can't talk about daily affairs, how can he be so forgetful?"

"Humph."

Mo Yong snorted coldly:

"I just watched Xuedi Fang passing by and asked him to come in and have a drink of water.

You Tyrant Sword Club, don't you even allow this? "

Hearing this, Liao Tong waved his hands again and again: "Of course it's no problem."

"It's just..." He looked left and right at the many club members following him, with a half-smile, "My club members don't seem to believe it, they don't think so, they are worried about theft.

Can they be allowed in for a walk?

President Mo, you know, our club has always paid more attention to our own things. "

After the words fell, echoes echoed from around him.

"My club is resident, how can there be anything from your club!"

Mo Yong was furious. If Fang Xuedi was not still present, he would be easily implicated. In addition, his strength was far weaker than this group of people.

When he thought that in the final analysis, it was because of his own weakness that Ba Jian Society could continue to make progress, and his heart became more and more bitter.

"That's wrong. After tomorrow, aren't we all a family?"

When Liao Tong said this, he almost couldn't hold back his facial expression, and the presumptuous arc of the corner of his mouth became wider and wider.

At this time, the calm boy's voice reached the ears of everyone present.

"You can rest assured, Senior Mo and I just exchanged the double swordsmanship for a while.

There will be no such thing as theft. "

Hearing what Fang Qingran said, Mo Yong was both happy and sighed.

He was happy that Junior Fang was willing to speak for him, but sighed that Junior Fang knew too little about Bajian Society after all, and he didn't know how domineering and unreasonable they could be.

"Oh, is that so?"

Liao Tong tapped his toes on the ground little by little, shaking his head with a mournful face:
"It can't do it, it can't.

As a martial art, double swordsmanship is not only our property, but also the most important category!
Don't you know, classmate? "

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, as if he felt sorry for Fang Qingran:

"Secretly cultivating a club's internal martial arts without the club's consent, this is a big event that can shake the entire club!"

Having said that, his expression changed again, as if he was sincerely thinking about you:

"Fortunately, I have some status in the club, and I have a little bit of power in my hands.

In this way, if you agree to join our Bajian club, classmate, we can let the past go and ignore it.

After all, as a member of the club, it is absolutely reasonable to practice martial arts in the club, and it is a normal behavior that no one can gossip about. "

As he said that, his expression carried a bit of condescending arrogance, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his whole body.

The momentum kicked up the sand and dust on the gravel road, and the clothes of the people in the Bajian Club were rattling, and Mo Yong's face flashed with shock:
"You are not at the top of the candle, you have broken through to the limit of the candle!"

"Thanks to the cultivation of the head of the society, yesterday on a whim, I worked hard and broke through the shackles of the high-ranking class."

Seeing Mo Yong's expression, Liao Tong's heart was filled with the pleasure of pretending to be coquettish, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Although it is only a short distance from the high point of the light candle to the limit of the light candle, there is a big gap between the two.

Gao Duan can only be regarded as a strong player in the branch, but when it reaches the limit, it can basically be said that everyone in the branch knows, everyone knows the face of the figure.

Sometimes, from the number of students at the limit of candles in a branch, the level of teachers of the branch and the share of resources allocated from the school can be inferred to a certain extent.

Weak branches may only be able to produce one or two students who can reach the limit of candlelight, while the number of top ones can reach double digits.

Fang Qingran stretched out her little finger and picked out her ears.

The aura of Guangzhu's limit is like a breeze blowing on his face, and it can't make any waves.

Normally, he might be willing to argue a little longer, but today...

Unfortunately, he was always in a bad mood.

"Can't find the Void Demon who destroyed Qiongmu Town, take the people from Bajian Club to vent their anger?"

Fang Qingran self-reflection:
"That's not the case, it's just that there is only one Bajian Society within the reach of my current sword."

"What if I don't join?"

The boy's plain voice exploded in his ears like thunder. Liao Tong's hair stood on end. He instinctively raised his hand. Between fists and palms, the severe pain from his wrist to the central nervous system made his face twitch uncontrollably and ooze. A little bit of sweat.

When touched, his wrist bones were like brittle porcelain, and the joints snapped and twisted, and he could no longer exert strength.

The other intact hand tried to pull out the sword hanging from his waist, but the young man had already rubbed his body and got close to it, touching the hilt of the sword before him, leaning hard, knocking him down three or five people at once.

Fang Qingran took advantage of the situation and drew out the long sword with a light blue halo, and blocked it with the left and right, deflecting all the sword edges coming from all directions.

Where the sword edge swept, no one dared to take a step closer.

"Drink!"

Hou Yong suppressed his fear of the young men in the battle formation, raised the epee with both hands, and jumped up. Before the powerful blow was struck, it stirred up a circle of dust on the gravel road.

The blade of the sword hit the blade of the long sword heavily, and the two looked at each other. He saw a sharp sword stabbing towards him in a daze, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Almost at the same moment, a huge force came from below, and the tiger's mouth shattered. He subconsciously let go, and the epee came out.

After he reacted, it was too late, his eyes blurred, and there was a crackling sound of bones breaking in his chest. He grunted and flew upside down, crushing a large number of weeds, and the grass clippings flew around.

Picking up the falling epee with the tip of his toes, causing it to fall into the palm of his right hand, Fang Qingran held the long sword in his left hand and the epee in his right hand, facing the remaining members of the Bajian Club, the long sword was stretched out, the epee was raised above his head, and his feet were stretched apart.

He smiled faintly, and slightly raised the tip of the sword pointing forward twice.

(End of this chapter)