The longer you get along with Gu Fenghua, the more you admire her strength, and you have long wanted to find an opportunity to ask her for advice. It was just because everyone has different skills, different sword skills, and the gap in cultivation is too big, so
Have never found an opportunity.
"Draw the sword." Gu Fenghua smiled slightly.
"Okay." Luo Enen pulled out the sword with a sound, his face full of excitement.
But soon, she couldn't laugh.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the scabbard wrapped in the silk cloth sucked heavily on Luo Enen's back.
"Ah..." The poor Miss Luo screamed and lay on the ground.
"Slow, slower, you're too fast, I can't see clearly how I can block it." Luo Enen raised his head and looked at Gu Fenghua pitifully, with no smile on his face.
"I'm already very slow. I can't stop it because you're too slow. Come again." As soon as the words fell, Gu Fenghua smashed it out with another sword.
"Wait, don't...ah!" Before Luo Enen could finish his words, she screamed and lay on the ground.
"It's too slow. Is this how you comprehend the sword skills?" Gu Fenghua scolded him harshly as if he had changed his mind, and smashed him out with another sword.
"I haven't understood anything yet." Luo Enen said with grief.
"Then let's comprehend immediately." When he said this, there was another crisp sound, and poor Miss Luo lay on the ground without any appearance again.
"Didn't you agree to have a discussion? Do you need to do it so hard?" Luo Enen said with tears in his eyes, sad and helpless.
"Actually, when I was teaching me the Eight Swords of Guiyuan, my brothers said that life and death are often the best time to comprehend the skills of martial arts and swords. This is also the best shortcut to practice.
None of them." When he said this, Gu Fenghua's sword smashed out again.
In fact, Gu Fenghua does not have the unique hobby of Luo Enen, who builds happiness on the pain of others, and he will never want his best friend to be hurt at all, but she knows very well that if she doesn't do this, Luo Enen is simply
It is impossible to comprehend the Duankong Zhanlang Jue within three months. For the sake of her life safety, she could only make up her mind.
"It hurts so much, help, I'm going to kill someone, help, help, help..." So, Miss Luo's shrill and helpless screams came from the yard that had been quiet for many days, and the sword sheath came from the yard that had been quiet for many days.
The crisp sound that fell on the body.
"Oh, why bother? Even if there were any unpleasant things in the past, you could just beat them for a few hours. Why do you have to use such heavy hands? They are all your own people." The fat white man looked at him and was not sure when he was Gu.
Fenghua's head was sucked into a pig's head and said sympathetically, but there was a smirk on the corner of his mouth, almost engraving the four words "schadenfresh" on his forehead.
"I originally said this sentence." Ye Wuse said a little depressedly. He was about to speak, but he didn't know that all the things he wanted to say made Fatty White rush to say.
"Let me say it's enjoyable first, you'll talk about it later." said the fat white man.
"A moment?" Ye Wuse looked at the fat white man strangely.
The fat white man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this sentence seemed a bit unlucky, and he also felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Okay, stop shouting, go and take a break." Gu Fenghua finally let go of Luo Enen, pointing the scabbard at the fat white man, "Beautiful man, it's your turn."
"Me?" The ominous premonition turned into reality, and the fat white man's face changed drastically.