Chapter 139: Master master (2/2)
”Head, don't you let her wear shoulder pads?”
”The master of Li Tang is a martial arts master of five grades, and he can certainly carry the recoil.”
”That makes sense.”
They looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Because Li Luoqiu did not follow the Voldemort gun he just taught, he just held it up, leaned his eyes on the octoscope, and obviously had to stand and shoot!
A slender woman standing in Kusano with an 88 style, the picture is also beautiful.
”Master Li, don't ...”
”Oh!”
”Oh!”
Li Luoqiu fired two shots directly, the bullet burst out, smashing the stones a few hundred meters away, and the recoil shook his body and flew backwards.
”brush!”
Jun Chang laughed and came to the fall location in advance, spreading his arms to pick it up, his heart collapsed and said, ”This woman isn't addictive with one shot, she shot two more!”
”Stop it.”
Li Luoqiu even fell into front with a gun and showed the word ”卍”.
With a smile, Jun Chang laughed and said, ”Secretary Li Tang, I'm sorry, I missed the prediction by half a step and didn't catch you!”
...
Li Luoqiu felt down and shot indecently, so he stood and fired two shots. Ya was ya, but the price was numbness in his shoulders and arms that were shocked by recoil.
The next day.
Disciples do morning exercises and cultivation as usual.
The five disciples who have just started have begun to either change their strengths or sing a cool martial life.
The most tragic is Li Shangtian, who was directly kicked into the sky by Li Fei's happy football.
Sun Bukong and Sima Zhongda squatted in the distance, watching the guy who entered the door with their limbs open on the stage of the martial arts, trembling with fear.
The only female of the five new students, Ling Yuanxue was the happiest, because the sisters talked to her very enthusiastically, and gradually let go of the shy personality.
”Qingyang.”
Jun Chang smiled standing outside the main hall, sweeping his disciples one by one, ”Where is Zhou Hong?”
Li Qingyang said: ”He is the head. This master is a bit weird. After entering the martial arts, he has been motionless in the martial arts court in the courtyard, and the disciples have not spoken to him.”
”is it?”
Jun Chang smiled and went to the inner court.
On the small performance martial arts field, Zhou Hong, who had not changed his uniform, stood proudly, holding a sword and one hand on the hilt, his head slightly lower, and his black hair spread out.
This is a standard sword action, because without moving it looks like a stone statue.
Li Qingyang whispered: ”Head, he has been standing for dinner yesterday, all night.”
Jun Chang smiled and held his chin and said, ”This guy is really a little strange.”
”Uh ---”
Suddenly, Zhou Hongjian emerged from the sheath, and sword lights emerged around him, intertwined, and instantly formed a tense and earth net.
”I go!”
Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang's eyes widened.
”Oh!”
The sword went into the sheath, and the sword was scattered.
Sword out, sword out, really fast!
Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang only heard the sound of sheath removal and sheath removal, but did not see the sheath removal behavior at all!
What is even more exaggerated is that the leaves that originally floated around Zhou Hong were swimming from Jianguang, but they were not scratched, and finally fell slowly on the slate.
So fast, so much sword gas, that it spread so much that I didn't cut the fallen leaves. This is definitely the master of body strokes!
”Whoo!”
Just then, a breeze ate over.
The leaves under Zhou Hong's feet were blown up ~~ and then decomposed into strips during the flying away and affixed to the faces of Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang.
This ... is not a human stroke.
This is the fallen leaves being swept by the sword, but because the sword is too fast, there is no time to break it!
After removing the broken leaves blocking his eyes, Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang exclaimed in unison: ”Master, master, master!”
In the far-off disciple's room, Ye Xingchen also witnessed the scene of Zhou Hong drawing his sword and closing his sword, and whispered, ”Twenty-three swords were issued in one breath. This son should have learned the thrill of Kendo. Kendo seedlings. ”
”Unfortunately.”
He shook his head and said, ”Although there are magical physical and mental methods, boxing skills, and spiritual martial arts in the Ironbone School, there is no high-quality sword skills. Practicing here is a waste of life.”
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(End of this chapter)