Xiao Yu raised his head and looked at the sky again.

On this day, the autumn is high and cool, cloudless, the temperature is suitable, and it is a good weather for traveling, hiking, and making friends, and there is no uncomfortable failure.

With such good weather and such a good sun, theoretically speaking, any cold wind with the smell of ice and snow blowing over the face is extremely abnormal.

After thinking about it for a moment, Xiao Yu finally smiled lazily, raised his hand to support his cheeks, propped up his pointed chin, and continued to watch Feng Tao compete on stage.

This time, Feng Tao's opponent was a young man who was thin and not tall.

Compared with Feng Tao, who is generally dark and tall in the iron tower, the difference in appearance between these two individuals is tantamount to a thin cat meeting a tall and sturdy Samoyed.

Moreover, it is pure black Samoyed.

Such a metaphor may be a little inappropriate, but the troubles that Feng Tao is facing at the moment are really somewhat similar.

If everyone is quite similar in physique, it is fine, everyone just needs to fight happily.

However, this time, his opponent was just a small one.

You have to bend down to be able to have a conversation.

Nima's, with such a little physique, is it enough for an old punch that he can swing a few times?!

Feng Taoke muttered:

In other words, such a big gap and such a stark contrasting gap, can you teach people how to fight?!

That little one, his expression is very confident, and he obviously has no worries about this.

Leaning up his thin neck and raising his small face, he smiled indifferently at Feng Tao very calmly:

"Are you that Feng Tao? I'm Du Ruo, one of the stunted skeletal growth students in the third grade. I heard, you're just a first-year student? Nothing else, but he looks like a big stupid guy. Okay, stupid big man, for the sake of the dignity of our third grade, I, Du Ruo, don't mind being a bullfighting master. ”

Oh, just our physique, it's just a big stupid cow?!

Feng Tao reached out and touched the back of his head, and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Du, is it? Brother Meng is very affectionate, and he specially came to guide me Feng Tao, Feng Tao is really flattered, absolutely flattered! I don't know, what kind of skills is Brother Du particularly good at? Brother Du took it out and let it go, and the younger brother Feng Tao must be with him to the end. ”

"Well, you stupid big guy, you can't see it, and you're really a little polite and discerning, unlike their group of bastards, who only know how to judge people by their appearance. By the way, Feng Tao, have you ever learned sword dancing? Let's just compare a few swordsmanship here, what do you think? ”

Lowered his eyebrows and wiped his nose, which was starting to be a little wet, Feng Tao said with some embarrassment:

"Swordsmanship? Although I have learned a few tricks in the following, it is not pure enough. Feng Tao is accustomed to using a big knife in normal times. It's just that Brother Du just wants to compete with swords, and it is indispensable, so Feng can play a few tricks with Brother Du. ”

"You're an acquaintance."

That Du Ruo replied softly, raised his hand and pulled out a short sword that was worthy of his hand, and stabbed it towards Feng Tao's waist.

Feng Tao was a little deeply worried.

Looking at this senior Du Ruo, he took a short sword like a toothpick stick, and relying on his height advantage, he rushed to his lower three roads and was busy greeting him non-stop, and on the way to defense, it was really difficult for him to deal with.

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