After letting out a long breath, Mu Fan took off his helmet, still lying on the floor in that inelegant posture, with several boxes of lunch neatly stacked next to him.
Gululu
Although he has not been trained, Mu Fan's mind is currently thinking about the next action, and he does not want to move.
Six moves, six moves!
Which style should I learn first?
There should be no conflict between the first two moves, and there are certain complementary characteristics in the end. Only after mastering one move can you practice the next move.
While thinking, Mu Fan stared blankly at the ceiling, then involuntarily stretched his hand to the side, picked up a box of fried rice, and opened it.
ah
All the Hululu fried rice was poured into his mouth, and he chewed it with big mouthfuls, his cheeks stretched high.
Six body postures are constantly rolling in my mind.
Flexible?
Let's rule this out first. My fighting style has never been like this, and during training, I need to constantly practice active dislocation of each bone. Before I can truly master it, I'm afraid it will not only be unhelpful but also have some side effects on my fighting skills.
Truncated?
This can be considered to form a prediction when the opponent's attack appears, but it does not seem to have any bonus on strength, so first put it in the first echelon for observation.
Step forward?
The burst of leg power and the speed at that moment were almost ghostly. It was simply a weakened version of the speed in the state of grace and liberation. Except for the too much movement and the miraculous ability to teleport, other aspects were simply perfect. The speed was perfect.
It's power!
Well, one has been eliminated, one is the ordinary candidate and the other is the advanced candidate.
ah
Mu Fan opened his mouth again and looked at the ceiling expressionlessly. He didn't know when he found a box of fried rice again in his hand and poured it into his mouth.
Now Mu Fan's mouth has almost swelled into a balloon.
…
It is already nine o'clock in the evening, and more than half of the people in the Kendo Club have left. However, as the highest-ranking cadre at present, Bing Su still needs to stay a little longer, especially since Lu Qingxue and You Shiwan are not here.
What's more, why does that weird figure never seem to come out after entering?
Wan'er just went in and came out. Did she see that weirdo?
"Susu, your mastery of swordsmanship has even the president praised you for your talent. Can you help me see the posture and angle of swinging the sword in this move?"
"Susu?"
Bing Su seemed to be concentrating on chopping the wooden mannequin, but the cute girl's question next to him turned into a gust of wind and blew by so lightly.
"I'm going to be angry!" the cute girl said angrily.
It was only then that Bing Su came to his senses. His face was filled with enthusiasm. He once again hugged the other person in his frightened eyes, gently touched the tip of the other person's ear, looked at the red ear over there and said with a smile: "What's the matter?
Want to ask sister?"
"Can you help me see if the posture of swinging the sword in this move is correct?"
"Your posture is good, but your little arms and legs don't have the explosive power of my sister. You obviously can't hold the sword. I suggest you eat more high-protein foods and develop them properly, such as..."
Bing Su deliberately looked at the cute girl who was a head shorter with a naughty look...the lower part of her chin was flat.
"Susu, you are so annoying! I will ignore you."
The cute girl angrily ran to the side with her wooden sword.
Hehe Bingsu made a face, then thrust the training sword into the wooden man, and clapped his hands with satisfaction.
After all, I couldn't suppress my inner curiosity. I looked at the cute girl Xixi who was trying hard to swing her sword in the dojo, smiled secretly, and then walked deeper into the corridor.
It's already this time, so most of the battle rooms should be empty.
But I was always outside and never saw the boy carrying a bunch of lunch boxes.
Um?
Why does the first battle room show that it is occupied?
The president and vice-president are not here, and several ministers are busy with their other club affairs. It seems that I have signed up for the kendo club, so I am free to be here.
Alas, the four years of my youth in my sister’s academy have been devoted to the kendo club without any regrets.
Senior Qingxue gave herself the authority to the first battle room. In fact, it was mainly to help with daily maintenance. Could it be that there was something wrong with the management system?
Really, how could such a problem occur with the college's equipment?
The beauty with straight legs and a ponytail looked helpless on her face as she stepped forward and pressed her palm prints.
The door opens...
Mu Fan was still thinking and was too lazy to get up to drink water, so he just tried his best to swallow the huge mouthful of fried rice, and then picked up a box again with his mouth wide open.
ah
Buzz, the metal door with a wood grain structure slowly opened, revealing first a pair of straight legs, then a perfect body curve, and finally a pair of curious eyes.
"There is no sound. Sure enough, there is no one. Why are the lights still on? Hmm..."
Bing Su's soft muttering voice was stuck.
Mu Fan's body didn't move. He thought it was the senior sister with a gentle and gentle temperament. Come on, anyway, he wouldn't get up until he finished thinking.
But when he was opening his mouth to continue eating the fried rice, his eyes accidentally caught sight of a pair of straight legs, because the tight pants highlighted the graceful and slender legs.
It's almost as good as Nuo Nuo.
Mu Fan had just been tortured by Mo Handa on the battle network and in the spiritual world, and now his brain was no longer normal.
Wait, the gentle senior sister just now is not dressed like this.
But the fried rice in my hand has slipped from the lunch box...
Mu Fan looked like a paralyzed patient trying to stretch his chin to receive food.
The two people's eyes met like this.
"ah!!!!"
Bing Su looked at Mu Fan lying on the ground in a daze for three seconds, but after three seconds, a loud scream echoed through the battle room.
Hearing this soul-piercing sound, Mu Fan was so frightened that his hands shook.
The fried rice slipped from the palm held up in mid-air.
It's about to be hit in the face!
Mu Fan slapped the floor with his left hand, and his lying body instantly lifted off the ground. Then his legs were vertical to 90 degrees, and he quickly made a beautiful spin with his left hand as the axis!
Opening his mouth wide, he took all the spilled fried rice into his mouth without missing a grain, then bit down on the lunch box and stopped with one hand on the ground.
Perfect thomas pirouette...eat!
Bing Su suddenly covered his mouth with both hands and his eyes widened, then he stretched out his fingers towards Mu Fan in disbelief.
"The person who just delivered the food was you!"
What a mess, Mu Fan looked at the surprised senior with a strange expression and sat cross-legged.
Putting down the lunch box with one hand and holding his chin with the other hand, he instantly fell into a daze.
Where did you think just now?
Yes, let’s analyze the remaining three equations.
Twisting is a force-generating technique for frontal strong attacks that favors moves. Since I have Positive Ion Direct Charge and Stone Fist, my need for this kind of strong attacking technique is not so urgent.
Steel?
Good stuff! Mu Fan was envious the moment he saw it. In addition to being restricted in movement, the body was exaggeratedly hardened like real steel. The actual effect in a battle would be unexpectedly powerful. In this way, his endurance would be able to
Continue to enter a state of substantial multiplication similar to that of gift liberation.
Prioritize!
Broken finger?
Puncturing the body is like a hot knife going through butter. It is no longer powerful, it is enough to be called terrifying. Especially when I was directly pierced through the heart by that "scalpel", my back feels hairy just thinking about it.
And there are many derivatives of this kind of killing move. I can only assassinate with one hand under the blood vision, so give priority!
I saw that this new honorary member turned a blind eye to me. No matter how powerful you are, you are an honorary member, but you are still a new student!
How can you have such an attitude towards your sister, and look like she is distracted?!
Did you see that I was distracted?
Do you dislike me so much?
Bing Su walked up to Mu Fan angrily and looked down at Mu Fan condescendingly.
So melancholy
Now there are three priority choices. Not only must you pick the first one, but you must also prioritize the combination.
This made Mu Fan, who was unwilling to use his brain in this regard, very worried. He chose to suffer from anxiety and made the young man look ahead without focus in his eyes.
Until a pair of straight and slender ones appeared in front of Mu Fan.
Hmm, my skin doesn’t seem to be waxy and white...
Mu Fan raised his eyes blankly.
"Junior, how can you be so unreasonable!"
At this time, Mu Fan's chaotic mind was a little clearer. He looked up blankly at the pink-faced rose flower, but before he could change his mind from his previous thoughts, he squeezed his face into a loaf shape with both hands and suddenly asked out of nowhere.
One sentence:
"If I can only choose one, then speed, offense or defense, which one should I choose?"
ha?
Bing Su was stunned for a moment, and then raised her face arrogantly.
I actually took the exam for my sister, why should I ask?