There are many kinds of knife.

Long-edged short-edged blades, curved straight blades, including the weight of the blade, the thickness of the back of the blade, and the method of holding the blade are all different.

The sword practiced by Zhenxing Martial Arts School is four feet long, about 80 cm, 4 cm wide, and 0.8 cm thick. It is a straight knife slightly retracted, with a small arc, and the tip of the knife is water droplets.

It is similar to the neon knife in my previous life, but it has different features.

But overall, it's still a bit cool.

——The premise is a real knife.

"This wooden knife is the same as the real knife. It was passed down to me by your master. You must cherish it."

Duan Tianxing handed Li Xiang a shiny brown-red wooden knife.

Wooden knife and real knife are the same as each other, and this kind of bastard will only occur in this unscientific world.

Li Xiang nodded and took it respectfully, and found that the knife was really an old antique. The patina on the knife was extremely obvious. If the grip did not have a cloth strip, it would probably have patina.

"Master, what is our knife called?"

Li Xiang put his index finger on the blade and slowly wiped it over.

Although it is impossible for a wooden knife to break the blade, it does not prevent him from imagining the sharp cold light of the real knife.

Well, when I think about it, my fingers suddenly hurt a little.

Duan Tianxing said calmly: "Zhenxing Long Sword."

"…Where is the knife of the third senior sister?"

"Zhenxing Big Sword."

"Master, the stick is called Zhenxing Stick, the sword is called Zhenxing Sword, the gun is called Zhenxing Sword, the gun is called Zhenxing Sword?"

"That's right."

Duan Tianxing nodded.

Li Xiang smiled suddenly, and it turned out that the ancestor was like him, who were weak in naming them.

"Zhenxing" is good.

...It's too perfunctory.

Li Xiang was powerless to complain, and under Duan Tianxing's personal teaching, he began to practice the starting style of the Zhenxing Knife.

The meaning of using a wooden knife is to let him practice shape first, practice the basic moves well, and then talk about other things. The so-called shape is not right.

With Li Xiang's talent in martial arts, he doesn't even have a good understanding of the type, so he should not think about anything else. His candy is useless to him and he can't become a Gallon beast.

If candy works for him...

It doesn't feel that it means a lot, so it's impossible to tear Guerako with his hands, and it's not stupid.

Why do you have to take risks in person if you can do something that the elf can do?

I practiced for a whole morning.

Li Xiang wiped off his sweat after forgetting how many times he had been beaten, and watched Duan Tianxing leave.

The master is as strict as ever. If there is anything wrong, the teacher's whip will be swung down to help Li Xiang adjust his posture.

Physical punishment education is a dregs, but it is often quite effective.

Under Duan Tianxing's high requirements, Li Xiang actually recorded the ten styles of Zhenxing Knife for one morning, and consolidated them a few more times in the afternoon, and thought he could remember the ten styles of the routines.

Helplessly, it is useless to memorize it carefully.

You have to be able to do it.

Some beginners with poor martial arts may be able to beat routines very beautifully and very standard, but when they reach the actual combat stage, they will be blind and fight with one turtle punch.

Li Xiang also fought too much with his senior brothers and sisters. Under their "love", he was forced to use his body to remember the usage of Bengquan.

Otherwise, he has only been practicing martial arts for more than a year, so he will not be much stronger than some ordinary peers, let alone defeating the strong with the weak and beating five older people.

The abdominal muscles are not white.

Li Xiang rubbed his stomach, and the swimming ring disappeared very early, replaced by six neat abdominal muscles.

It is not as swelling and obvious as a fitness expert, but it is solid and powerful, and can withstand Duan Yu's side kicks.

It probably won't affect development.

Duan Yu has grown so tall.

Li Xiang looked at his sixteen-year-old senior brother. This introverted and sexy boy is now in his early 1.8 meters tall. He has a well-proportioned and handsome figure, but his face is too white and a bit feminine.

I remember that he was only in his early 1.7 meters last year.

Can children grow up like this?

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Duan Yu put down the long stick in his hand, and Leolu, who was studying well, stopped moving.

"No, I just think you are so tall, senior brother."

Li Xiang laughed.

When Duan Yu heard this, he looked down at himself, then looked at Li Xiang, "I'm growing a little faster, but you are only twelve years old and will be taller than me in the future."

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work, senior brother, I also want you to help teach me the elf." Li Xiang nodded wildly.

"Reviewing the old and learning the new, and teaching you the Leo Road can help me distinguish my own shortcomings, and the master also acquiesced."

Duan Yu waved.

Leolu, who was beside him, looked at the long stick in Duan Yu's hand, and was a little envious.

At present, it is laying the foundation for the future use of bone rods.

The same goes for the words, absorb the skills that are useful to the elves and put aside the tricks used by people.

But there is a problem that Leolu has to pay attention to.

——It is three fingers.

And in the way of holding the stick of the Star Stick, the five fingers are necessary.

It determines the flexibility of the stick and whether it will take off your hands when waving it.

In other words, Leolu encountered a big problem at the beginning of learning the Star Stick.

How did Lucario, who also has three fingers in the animation use a bone stick to hit it randomly?

After thinking for a while, Li Xiang discovered that when Lucario created that long energy stick, one of the fingers would be curled up, which seemed to represent the thumb.

But at present, Leolu's "thumb" cannot be curled like that, it can only be said to be ordinary bent.

It does not help the grip of the stick.

therefore.

Leolu can only say that he pretends to have a stick in his hand, first be familiar with the process of stick method, have a vague concept of it, and then talk about formal practice when it really evolves in the future.

“The physiological structure is different.”

Li Xiang sighed. Leolu and Lucario were obviously not much different, but there were so many differences in the details.

"Lihun..."

Leolu lowered his head and looked at his palm, regretfully not.

It originally thought it could master another new ability, but now it seems that it is thinking too much.

"Don't worry, let's take your time."

Li Xiang pinched his face and whispered to comfort the puppy.

If you greedy for too much, you won’t be able to chew it.

Leolu has learned enough every day, and training is only part of life, not all.

...

November.

The weather turned cooler, and the hot Meow passed again, but as compensation, it was favored by Leolu and Blue Crow.

Whenever the time for sleep or rest comes.

The three little ones will stick together, either squeeze on the sofa to watch movies, or crouch on Li Xiang's bed to play cards, or simply sleep in the warm nest of Blue Crow.

It's not like the future steel-attribute elves.

Only Guba Frog has no feelings about the cold wind in the air, as if it is not affected by the weather, and goes anywhere, and is not afraid of it, and even dares to hide in the refrigerator.

It was not until Ms. Yin opened the refrigerator to pick up things that nothing happened.

——I have to mention the bad habit of croaking the head.

This guy thinks he is an assassin. He often hides in a corner of his home, goes anywhere, but does nothing, and just hides, and then successfully scares others.
To be continued...