Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Joan of Arc was a little excited after crossing the ocean and came to this distant country. Although the locals around her had completely different appearances from the French, the atmosphere of peace and tranquility became more and more obvious - Joan of Arc likes this environment, which reminded her of her carefree childhood.

If there was a problem, it would probably be her appearance.She is already an outstanding beauty. After she matched the women's clothing designed by the old Givenchy, it had the effect of making passers-by fix their eyes and even bumping into a tree.

"So, what will he look like when he sees it?"

Thinking of this, Joan was even a little happy, she couldn't wait to see how that stranger saw her.

"Should... it's here, right?"

Looking at the signboard in front of her that said "Fist of Martial Art", Joan nodded secretly.

Although buying a plane ticket to fly here was a temporary idea, but as a general, she never fought unprepared battles—before buying the plane ticket, she had already understood that in that distant eastern country, people wanted to To learn martial arts, you will go to places called "martial arts halls".And when she was on the plane, she even went through the big and small martial arts gyms in Xiangjiang City one by one.

In fact, after having the scope of "martial arts hall", it is already very easy to continue looking for it. In addition, she knows Dubin's name, as long as she looks at each martial arts hall one by one, she can always find it. The one she wants to go to.

"It should be here."

Taking out the phone and looking at it again, Joan nodded secretly.

To be honest, I was a little apprehensive, even when she was leading the army to attack the city and pull out the stronghold, she could not muster up the courage to knock on these two wooden doors that were concealed right now.

What should I say after meeting?Do you mean hello or long time no see?Is it a little too flirtatious to dress today?Should I go back and change to a more solemn one?Are you looking okay now?Do I need to touch up my makeup first?

"Yeah! Knock on the door if you put on your makeup!"

Clenching her fists, Joan quickly took out the lipstick from her bag, then took off her mask, trying to calm herself down a bit in this way.

However, at this moment, the door in front of him suddenly opened.

"so big!"

This was Joan's first feeling.

Joan of Arc, who used to cross the battlefield, has never seen those strong knights, but this is the first time she has seen such a tall body - Joan of Arc, who is 1.5 meters tall, is already more than 1.6 meters after wearing shoes. She was already considered short, but when she looked up at this moment, she couldn't even see the strong man's face.

What caught the eye was the thick pectoralis major like the armor of a chariot. Even with a large shirt on, the outline of the muscles was still clearly visible.

"What's the matter with you?"

The strong man with a height of [-] meters spoke.

"Why are you standing at the door?"

"No... I found the wrong one! I'm sorry!"

After a brief apology, Joan turned around and ran away without looking back.

Joan of Arc was barely relieved until she turned the corner and confirmed that she had disappeared from the strong man's sight.

There was no way, that big man just now was so scary that she even tensed up as a warrior—when she was facing that strong man, she even thought that she was facing some kind of monster.

All because the opponent is really too big.

That was absolute suppression in terms of body shape, and the absolute physical advantage even surpassed any skills.Joan didn't know if that strong man had practiced how to fight, but at that moment just now, she had the feeling that she would never be able to fight—you must know that her general status was achieved by charging and fighting again and again. Yes, it was fought with one knife and one gun. The English who died in her hands could even have a legion, which is enough to prove her combat effectiveness.

But just now, her intuition told her that if there was a conflict, she wouldn't be able to hold out even a move in front of that strong man.

No, there was no need for any moves, the strong man only needed to punch, and she might be beaten to death on the spot.

"Is it actually such a place... No wonder that foreigner is so brave."

Joan felt that she had found the answer. The strong man just now belonged to the foreigner she knew... Teacher?Or an elder—in short, it was in such an environment, surrounded by such a brave figure who was almost not human to teach, that the foreigner possessed such superb skills.

It was very reasonable, and it sounded very reliable. The logic board understood, and Joan felt that everything was connected.

"Just go over and ask, he must know where that stranger is!"

Taking a deep breath, Joan was ready to go forward and ask.

But her footsteps were motionless.

There is no way, I am still afraid, the huge height of [-] meters is too scary, not to mention that the other party is not the ordinary thin and tall body - if it is just a simple gigantism, Joan of Arc surfed the Internet a few days ago I have seen it from time to time. Although those people are indeed tall and tall, they still have some obvious incongruities in terms of body shape.

But when facing the strong man just now, Joan even thought that she was facing the giant itself.

With a body of [-] meters and exaggerated muscles, there was no incongruity when it fell on the strong man.At that moment just now, Joan really thought that she had seen the legendary Titan who controlled Thunder!

Therefore, even if she wanted to go there now, she couldn't move.

Her subconscious mind has identified the giant titan as extremely dangerous, and her body is instinctively resisting approaching danger, just like a person would stay away from a beast or a burning flame.

Her body is preventing her from approaching because she will definitely get hurt if she gets close.

"But there are some things, even if you know you will get hurt... you still have to do it."

Saying this, Joan of Arc clenched her teeth and shuffled her steps abruptly.

"Don't be overwhelmed by fear! You'll be fine!"

It seems that the cheering from the bottom of her heart had an effect, and Joan's footsteps became more and more brisk. At this moment, she had overcome the fear in her heart, and she just wanted to see that stranger again, even if only once. ...

"……Um?"

Joan's footsteps stopped.

Just because, at this moment, another acquaintance appeared in front of her.

"...Why is she here?"

Seeing the girl in a black dress not far away on the street who was sneaking a peek at the martial arts hall, Joan of Arc's brows immediately frowned.

This magic dragon...how is it here?

That's right, it's meaningless to ask such a question, she has already appeared here, and it is normal for that magic dragon to appear here.

It's just that it's very abnormal for that magic dragon to appear here.

"call……"

Letting out a breath, Joan looked at the girl in the black dress in the distance.

The eyes of the two women met.

"Ah."

With the satchel slung behind her shoulders, Joan flicked up her coat, stepped on her boots, and walked towards the girl in the black dress in the distance.

All along, it was that foreigner who was protecting her.

This time, it was her turn to protect him.

Martial Arts Practice Life: Chapter 72 Chapter 71 Women's Fighting ([-] words for tickets)

Dubin didn't have a good rest today.

Originally, after drinking wine with Lao Luo at noon, Du Bin was going to take a nap. He has always been in the habit of taking a nap since he was a child, and he has always had the habit of taking a nap. Even if there is an outsider like Lao Luo present, everyone is old man It is normal to take a short nap after drinking too much alcohol, wake up and drink the second round.

However, at noon, even Lao Luo had already fallen asleep because of drunkenness, but Du Bin couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Just because, as soon as he closed his eyes, the figure of a woman would appear in his mind.

In the past, this kind of situation would not have happened. Du Bin, who has devoted himself to martial arts since he was a child, only has practice in his mind-this can also be seen from his purpose of playing games. No one except him would even think about playing games. It's time to practice martial arts.

However, the reason why Dubin can practice martial arts by playing games is also because the games are real enough. Those extremely realistic fights are like real life-and-death fights—and after he opened up ten times the perception to increase the pain, let After I became a real fragile glass person, the effect of this exercise has reached the point where I can't do it anyway in reality.

But it was precisely this problem that was bothering him now.

This game is indeed very realistic, from the reaction of the characters, to the feeling of fighting, and even the interaction with those characters, their emotions... If there is no task bar and attribute bar, Dubin will even think that he has traveled to another place. a world.

However, this game seems to be a bit too much.

"call……"

Gently exhaling a foul breath, Dubin couldn't help rubbing his fingertips lightly.

Until now, his body still has that tactile sensation, the tactile sensation of that girl named Joan of Arc sticking to his body, every time he closes his eyes, that blond girl in unlined clothes will appear in front of him— ——The high temperature of the burning city and the thick double-layer armor before, the single clothes on the girl's body were already wet with sweat, but the smell of the sweat was unexpectedly not so bad, but with a trace of inexplicable aroma.

Ten times the perception also increased the sense of smell. Although he deliberately suppressed it, the breathing was still multiplied after all.

Sweat dripped into his mouth, which made him swallow, but instead of making him feel sick, the salty and bitter sweat made him feel like he had swallowed a ball of fire—until this It was only then that he realized that it might not be his own sweat, but he was so passionate that he regretted it too late.

The tenfold perception also increases the sense of taste, which is what he only knew. Although he always felt nothing when he ate the dry food for the march, now he finally knows how terrifying this increase is.

And when the sweaty slippery singlet was stuck to his body, he didn't even dare to breathe, but the stiffer his body was, the more he could feel the friction between each other—at that moment, He could even clearly feel the graceful curvature of the vest line between the opponent's muscles, as well as the elastic squeeze brought by the beautiful waistline.

This is the biggest use of ten times the perception, that is, to increase the sense of touch, but it is different from the bloody fight in the shadow of swords and swords he expected, but what he is facing is something more serious.

As a well-trained warrior, when the muscles on Joan's body are relaxed, they are far softer and more elastic than fat, and all of this is trained by him bit by bit—but when Such a body trained by himself, when he hugged him, he couldn't even move it.

The blood in his body was rushing crazily, at that moment he could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat, especially when Joan of Arc rubbed against him like a cat... His brain even stopped for a while, even his soul almost froze. Squirting from the body!

Until the sharp dagger was on his throat.

"I lost."

Thinking of that scene, Dubin couldn't help clenching his iron fist.

shame.

He is not a person who can't afford to lose, he can accept his failure, but losing in such a situation that can't even be regarded as a move...Even he himself can't forgive himself!

"For more than [-] years, from kindergarten to now, I have never met an opponent... But the first time I failed, I lost to a woman!"

Clenching his fists, Dupin gritted his teeth.

Not only did he lose to a woman, he even lost to a virtual character in the game.

That is to say, the paper man!

Dubin originally wanted to forget about this incident, so after Lao Luo woke up, he just invited him to drink and didn't recall this painful incident.

However, just now, after he sent Lao Luo away, when he was about to go out and throw away trash...

He even vaguely saw the shadow of Joan of Arc in a foreign woman who happened to recognize the wrong family!

"Crazy, I must be crazy..."

Du Bin, who returned to the martial arts hall, patted his head vigorously and drank more than half a pot of tea, barely calming down his agitated blood.

There is no way, when he thinks of Joan of Arc, he can't help but think of the slippery touch after being amplified ten times, and when he thinks of that touch, he can't help it... It's common for young Muai, let alone He is also a vigorous young man, but it is because of this biological desire that he has obvious weaknesses, and even suffered a disastrous defeat for a time!

"Never repeat the same mistakes! As a warrior, you can't be defeated by the same move twice!"

Having said that, Du Bin, who was getting a little drunk, simply took advantage of the evening light to sit cross-legged in the dark martial arts hall!

The dim environment and the effect of alcohol made Dubin's consciousness even more drowsy, and he even heard Joan's cry from a distance at one point, which reminded him of Joan's snort that was so close at hand.