Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

At the same time, he looked at Zhou Yan, who was silent, and inexplicably wanted to cheer him up.

'You, Mr. Zhou, please give me your support and don't discriminate!'

*

When Zhou Yan heard Yan Yong's "friendly reminder", he just pursed his lips. The sword on his body was steady, and even the tip of the sword did not tremble at all.

He whispered, "I understand, but I still ask you to show mercy."

Yan Yong saw that the boy opposite him said he was obedient but still maintained a fierce attitude, and he knew that he had no intention of accepting his guidance at all.

He raised his eyebrows and was about to scold him as a senior, but was interrupted by Luo Xuan beside him.

"Yan Yong, just fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why don't you talk so much when you fight with Luo Zhiming?"

The girl's voice was cold.

Yan Yong's heart trembled, he stopped talking, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Yan became dangerous.

He attributed the reason why he was scolded by Luo Xuan to the disabled man opposite him.

"Watch out, I'm coming!"

With a loud shout, Yan Yong bounced his ankles and rushed towards Zhou Yan with the short-distance explosive footwork of "Sparrow Step".

The tip of the sword instantly arrived in front of Zhou Yan.

Whether in terms of speed, accuracy, or strength, he is indeed superior to Luo Zhiming.

Zhou Yan's face was calm, and he deliberately suppressed his instinctive killing reaction when facing a battle. He turned his wrist and swung his sword down with a "Chi Tu" posture, which was an "Eagle Collapse".

Accurately knocked down Yan Yong's successful thrust.

"Um"

Luo Xuan, who was watching from the sidelines, moved his eyes slightly.

"If one can use a non-original sword move and directly use other sword moves, if he is not a novice, then he must be a swordsman who has practiced the Nanming sword to perfection."

Before she could think about it, she saw Zhou Yan knock down Yan Yong's sword and then turn his wrist and raise it up like flowing water.

The sword tip pierced Yan Yong's visor.

Like an osprey catching fish and then lunging out of the water - osprey!

So fast!

Yan Yong subconsciously raised his head high and jumped back again using the sparrow step which put a great load on the ankles.

He actually managed to dodge this seemingly unsolvable killing move.

Yan Yong luckily dodged it, and broke out in a cold sweat. Then he reacted very quickly and seized the opportunity to counterattack with his sword, flipping his body and using the "Kite Flip" towards Zhou Yan.

His figure was as swift as the wind, and his sword moves in a strange and unpredictable manner, just like a kite's somersault.

Zhou Yan showed no weakness, holding the sword in one hand and spinning continuously, dancing out a trail of sword flowers to block Yan Yong's sword path -

The sound of golden bells colliding rang out continuously.

In an instant, the two of them wielded swords for several rounds of attack and defense. The sword moves were so swift and accurate that the students watching from the sidelines could hardly breathe.

A few seconds later, Yan Yong shouted loudly, grasped the sword with both hands, and chopped it vertically, knocking Zhou Yan's sword aside.

Zhou Yan took a step back, keeping his body steady.

"Jingle Bell--"

Not far behind, a familiar cell phone ringtone rang.

Zhou Yan put away his sword, then turned to Luo Xuan and said softly: "Teacher Luo, I'm sorry, I have to go to work."

Luo Xuan looked at Zhou Yan quietly, then nodded gently: "Go."

After getting approval, Zhou Yan said hello to Yan Yong, then turned around, picked up his phone and walked into the locker room.

Yan Yong did not respond to Zhou Yan, his expression beneath the mask looked a little ugly.

Just now, if he hadn't switched to both hands in time

Can he still block Zhou Yan's sword?

***

The pretentious chapters are all posted at once to make everyone feel more comfortable

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 37 The so-called genius

Today, business at several restaurants in the old street is particularly good.

By the time Zhou Yan finished his work and returned to the sword hall, it was already three o'clock.

As soon as I entered the sword hall, I saw Luo Ke busy at the reception desk, fiddling with something.

Zhou Yan moved closer, but he didn't expect the girl to be surprisingly alert and noticed someone approaching on the spot.

She put her hands on the table and leaned forward to cover the pile of things in front of her. Then she raised her little face to look at Zhou Yan who was approaching her, puffed her cheeks and said, "Zhou Yan! Why are you coming over here all of a sudden?"

"Hey, let me see what you are doing secretly." Zhou Yan grinned wickedly and pretended to stick his head out.

"Ah! Bad guy Zhou Yan!"

Luo Ke screamed, stood up and fell down, covering her secret with her body.

But Zhou Yan took out his own insulated lunch box and placed it in front of her little face.

"Ah?" Luo Ke was stunned for a moment.

But Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Actually, I brought you some delicious sweet soup. It was given to you by Lao Zhang. Haha."

After saying that, he poked Luo Ke's little head with his finger, then turned and left.

Of course Zhou Yan would not be so low as to peek into the little secret that the girl didn't want him to see.

Luo Ke realized that she was tricked by Zhou Yan and made a vicious face at his back. Then she happily opened the food box and picked out her favorite iced green bean soup with shining eyes.

I happily scooped up a big spoonful and put it into my mouth, squinting my eyes happily to feel the explosion of my taste buds.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, looked down at the parts that were chaotically piled up in front of her, then looked up at Zhou Yan who was walking towards the locker room, and smiled triumphantly.

"Hehehe, Zhou Yan, I'll give you a surprise in a few days."

"Well, I'll look up information about this transmission device later."

After fiddling with it for a while with a frown, Luo Ke put down the parts in his hand, picked up the bowl of mung bean soup again, and continued to taste it happily.

*

When Zhou Yan changed into a short-sleeved shirt and returned to the martial arts hall, he saw Luo Xuan waving at him.

Walking forward, he looked around and asked curiously, "Teacher Xiao Luo, where are Yan Yong and Luo Zhiming?"

The girl said calmly, "They couldn't accept that they couldn't beat you, so they went back on the pretext of feeling unwell."

As she spoke, her sharp eyes looked straight into Zhou Yan's eyes.

(▼へ▼)

"Zhou Yan, tell me the truth." The girl's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. "Have you recovered your memory? It turns out that you are actually a good swordsman?"

Zhou Yan smiled silently and said in a low voice: "Xiao Xuan, you have a very rich imagination. Apart from the experience after meeting you, I don't have any memory of this world at all."

Well, no memory of "this" world.

Zhou Yan said that he did not lie.

Luo Xuan looked at Zhou Yan's face carefully. She couldn't see any problem with his confident look, so she nodded suspiciously.

"He learned the art of Nanming Sword overnight, and mastered it to such a proficient level in just a few days. He even defeated the two strongest students under me in the first battle."

The girl's face was calm: "So, you are indeed a sword genius that is rarely seen in ten years."

Zhou Yan scratched his head awkwardly: "I admit that I can beat Luo Zhiming, but it was Yan Yong who beat me back this morning. If he chases me, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble."

Luo Ke glanced at him indifferently, her eyes revealing a look that said "keep pretending".

She whispered, "Others may not be able to see it, but how could I not see it? In the last fight, he used Eagle Slash with both hands, which increased his sword speed and power. Otherwise, he would have been hit by your Kite Spin."

He is indeed a master, with a sharp eye.

Zhou Yan smiled and changed the subject: "So, Xiaoxuan, my talent is only considered a genius that appears once every ten years?"

"What else?" Luo Ke asked this question while tilting her head slightly, her high ponytail swaying slightly with her movement.

The unintentional little movements seem to be in stark contrast to his normal cold appearance and are unexpectedly cute.

Zhou Yan admired in his heart and joked: "I have only learned swordsmanship for a few days and I can beat the level of 'elite students'. I always feel that 'once in a decade' is a bit of an underestimate."

Luo Ke thought for a moment and said bluntly, "Let's not count the entire world. Just look at our empire. There are about ten million people born every year. In ten years, that's one hundred million. If one in ten people learn martial arts, then there are tens of millions of people who have practiced swordsmanship to some extent."

She listed a series of data very seriously, and finally looked at Zhou Yan: "You are the only sword genius among these millions of people. Do you have an idea?"

"Got it." Facing the serious girl in front of him, Zhou Yan nodded helplessly.

Then, he looked at Luo Xuan curiously: "What about you, Xiaoxuan? Such a young sword hall master must be a great genius."

Luo Xuan was not embarrassed. She was silent for two seconds and said in a very calm tone: "My father said that I was a rare genius in a century when I held the sword on the day."

Ok.

No wonder.

Zhou Yan now understood why the girl in front of him was only slightly surprised but did not show any other special expression even when faced with his amazing improvement in swordsmanship.

It seems that he is a peerless genius.

In Luo Xuan's eyes, a "genius" like Zhou Yan is just a good seedling with excellent talent.

As for Yan Yong, Luo Zhiming and the like, I'm afraid in Luo Xuan's eyes, they are just completely stupid people.

"You talk too much nonsense." Luo Xuan was a little uncomfortable with Zhou Yan's "looking at the great man" gaze.

She turned her head and glanced at the boys and girls around her who were practicing freely.

Then, he turned around again and looked at Zhou Yan coldly, and said softly: "Wait until the get out of class is over in the afternoon, and after everyone else has left, you will take the test."

"Assessment?" Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, "What is the test? The flow cube?"

"Included, but not only that." Luo Xuan said lightly.

Then, before Zhou Yan asked in detail, she continued to tell him what he wanted to know: "Physical fitness test, skill proficiency test, and logic block assessment. After completing the tests in three directions, if your results can meet my requirements."

The girl looked at Zhou Yan with burning eyes and spoke softly.

"Then I will begin teaching you further sword skills."

Further sword skills?

Zhou Yan's eyes lit up slightly, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Xiao Xuan, what are you talking about?"

Luo Xuan nodded slightly.

"Among the Nanming swords, there are several unique moves that have been eliminated because of their high physical requirements for the practitioner, the difficulty of practicing, and their high lethality."

"Collectively called - Nanming Secret Sword."

***

I'll post two chapters tonight.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 38 Test

Zhou Yan returned to the sword hall and rested for a while. His appetite was whetted by the "secret sword" that Luo Xuan had just mentioned.

Then I received notifications from several store managers asking me to go and help.

For some unknown reason, several restaurants in the old street were doing very good business today, with takeout orders pouring in, keeping Zhou Yan very busy.

By the time he returned to the sword hall, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The other students had already left, and only Luo Ke, the younger sister, was waiting at the front desk for Zhou Yan to come back.