alone as a fairy

"start!"

With a command, more than 60 teenagers stood up straight, calmed down, got rid of distracting thoughts, and punched a set of tiger punches vigorously, with uniform movements.

After practicing boxing twice, everyone was a little sweaty. The strong man called out a few teenagers to come up and pointed out their shortcomings. Finally, he said: "The daily morning exercise is just to keep everyone from sleeping in. The real hard work is still there. It depends on your usual self-consciousness, yesterday Zijie broke through to the sixth level, you should learn more from him, okay, disband!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at the boy next to Chen Zining with envious expressions on their faces. Chen Zining slapped Chen Zijie on the shoulder fiercely, and said, regardless of the other party's grinning teeth, "Okay, I'll catch up with you, kid." Now, where will you put your brother's face now?"

Chen Zijie is more than two years younger than him, and he has caught up with him now. If it wasn't for the adventure yesterday, he wouldn't be envious of him now.

Chen Zijie broke free from his clutches, rubbed his shoulders, rolled his eyes and said, "Who can blame this? When you are holding a book all day long, I am working hard on Qi training."

A shorter boy next to him said, "Yeah, you nerd should read less books. I remember that you haven't been promoted for almost a year. Be careful that Ajie will surpass you in half a year."

"Thinking beautiful!"

All the teenagers played happily for a while, and went home for dinner.

After breakfast, Chen Zining rested for a while, and came to the square again. In the morning, he practiced weapons, mainly a set of sword skills, a set of spear skills, bow and arrow practice, and several combined formations. There was no special name. They are all exercises handed down from the army, and some of them have been added or deleted according to the characteristics of the mountains.

Unlike the mandatory morning exercise, the morning exercise is voluntary, but teenagers who have nothing to do will go there. After all, it is much better to have the best teacher in the village to teach and practice with peers than to think about it alone.

Nearly a hundred people were already sweating in the square, which was also divided into two areas for adults and teenagers. Everyone practiced alone, or took wooden knives and guns, and fought each other. He walked up to the strong man who taught everyone in the morning and called He said, "Lin Bo."

Chen Guanglin was three years older than Chen Guangming, and he was the chief instructor in the village. He was the eighth-level warrior, second only to the old patriarch in the clan.

Seeing him, Chen Guanglin nodded and said, "Zi Ning, you have practiced all your moves very well, but you rarely practice sparring, Zi Kang! Come here."

A tall, muscular young man ran over holding a wooden stick, one end of which was wrapped in a cloth strip.

Chen Guanglin pointed at Chen Zining and said, "You and Zining will fight each other, don't show mercy, let's see if the two of you have improved these days?" After speaking, he took a wooden knife and handed it to Chen Zining.

Chen Zikang smiled at Chen Zining, and said: "Zining, do you hear me, don't show mercy, don't blame me for making you miserable later on." He wrapped the wooden stick around one end of the strip , poked and poked in a wooden bucket full of white powder.

Chen Zining waved a few gestures with the wooden knife, and said back: "Joke, it's not like I haven't fought you before, whose ass was stabbed twice by me last time?"

Chen Zikang blushed and said, "That's because you are cunning and deliberately used words to deceive me. I will never fall for your tricks this time."

At that moment, the two faced each other at a distance of one foot, and some teenagers who were tired from training also stopped and gathered around to watch.

After a while, Chen Zikang, who couldn't bear it anymore, yelled, and the wooden stick in his hand shook out a gunshot, stabbing at Chen Zining, making a whistling sound.

Chen Zining was smiling, and in an instant, his whole mind entered an incredible state. Compared with before, his true energy hadn't increased much, but Qingwuzi's thousands of years of practice and fighting experience had been integrated into his soul , although one is martial arts and the other is cultivation, but all methods are unified and have their own similarities.

Chen Zining looked at the gun head that was getting closer and closer, and slowly sent the wooden knife in his hand forward. With only a third of his strength, he gently twisted the front end of the wooden stick. It happened that Chen Zikang's old strength had been exhausted, and new strength had not yet emerged. cut point!

The wooden stick slipped in Chen Zikang's hand, feeling like he couldn't hold it, and was about to change his move, but saw Chen Zining rushing forward, two feet closer, and the wooden knife in his hand was pointing at the direction he was heading, so he had to take a step back, Pulling the wooden stick, he swept towards Chen Zining's lower body, trying to disrupt his opponent's pace.

Instead of retreating, Chen Zining advanced. With one wrong step, the wooden knife slashed downwards, hit a point, and then passed it forward, slashing at Chen Zikang's five fingers, and Chen Zikang retreated again.

Chen Guanglin's eyes lit up as he watched from the side. He clearly felt that Chen Zining's movements were extremely relaxed and freehand. The wooden knife in his hand was like a calligrapher's brush. He didn't use much force, but he forced his proud disciple to retreat every step of the way, his figure was scattered, and he was powerless to recover!

This is clearly a manifestation of having mastered the essence of the saber technique, even he, with the same strength, could not achieve such an effect.

Just when he was distracted, Chen Zining turned the back of the knife upside down, and struck the opponent's wrists respectively. Chen Zikang suddenly felt his hands were numb, and the true energy in his body could not be exerted at all.

A fight ended so lightly, and the people around except Chen Guanglin saw a little clue, the others were at a loss. They didn't understand why Chen Zining only took a few steps and knocked a few times with a wooden knife. The wooden stick was released.

At that moment, several teenagers laughed and shouted: "Zikang, what's the matter with you, did you not eat enough in the morning?"

"It's also possible that I was too full and was stretched."

Chen Guanglin waved his hands to let the troublemakers go away, and said to Chen Zikang, "You didn't release the water, did you?"

Chen Zikang rolled his eyes and said, "How come? I'm also confused. This kid seems to be possessed by a martial god. Every time he catches my weakness, he grabs the lead."

Chen Zining sweated secretly when he heard this, and thought: "You really hit the mark, but I am not possessed by a martial god, but by a cultivator from another world."

Chen Guanglin was very interested, he turned to Chen Zining and said, "Let's try it."

Chen Zining immediately cried out: "Uncle Lin, don't be joking, you sent me flying with a knife."

"Don't worry, I only use the same strength as Wusheng's sixth level."

Seeing his firm expression, Chen Zining had no choice but to agree.

Chen Zining put down the wooden knife and picked up Chen Zikang's wooden stick. He understood that even if Chen Guanglin only used the same strength as him, with his combat experience, it was impossible for his opponent to easily bully him. Long, one inch strong", take advantage of this advantage, seize the opponent's weakness first, restrain the opponent's hands and feet, and be invincible first.

Sure enough, at the beginning of the game, Chen Zining did not rush to attack, but pointed the long stick in his hand at Chen Guanglin's middle hall, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Chen Guanglin raised the wooden knife in his hand, and as soon as he moved, he wanted to get closer to Chen Zining. Unexpectedly, the moment his body was activated, a gun head wrapped in cloth appeared in front of his eyes, right where his heart was, as if he had taken the initiative to The one who sent his vitals to the door.

Chen Guanglin had no choice but to withdraw his strength that had been accumulated for a long time, and retracted his body. If a 14-year-old junior put a white spot on his clothes, he would lose face. He took the wooden knife in his hand and twisted it towards the long stick. Not wanting to work hard, he lowered the stick to get out of the way.

When Chen Guanglin attacked again, the head of the wooden stick was picked again, which happened to be at the weak point under his right knee, so Chen Guanglin didn't need to count at all. Another retreat, but after several attacks, it was as if Chen Zining had predicted his intentions, and the gun was always aimed at the vital point that he must save.