Before the early sun rose, Wang Zhiming sprinkled his hair, changed into loose sportswear, and walked to the top floor. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the east is white. But in the martial arts room with the open door, the sword light and moonlight are permeated, and the divine light is sprinkled, and the indescribable brilliance is crystal clear but murderous and sultry. It's beautiful, but it's also dangerous.

The sword intent was pressing, Wang Zhiming could feel the cold hairs on his body standing up one by one, the divine power was surging at a rapid convergence, and he instinctively felt dangerous!

This is the sword light of the crape myrtle!

Knife up!

Everything around the trance is eclipsed. I didn't see a knife or a person, but Wang Zhiming suddenly sensed that he was coming.

Knife out!

It seems that a bright moon pierces the sky, and I don't know if it is the moonlight or the sword? The moon rises and the moon sets, and the inexhaustible Haoyue Rusi can't think of any beautiful poems that can be used.

Wang Zhiming's eyes widened.

In the midst of the beauty, a figure suddenly appeared, fluttering like a frightening and graceful dragon, as if it was beyond the whole world. In an instant, there seemed to be a white jade fingertip tapping, easily piercing the moonlight, and as if it had pierced the whole world.

The long knife was taken off, and the crape myrtle fell heavily to the ground.

Her sword was so stunning, and yet so fragile.

"Sister Ziwei, it's okay." Although he knew that his mother's action must be measured, watching her fall from the air like this, Wang Zhiming felt pain.

"Still won't work." Mother shook her head, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it in the end. Cultivation is easy to say, but what matters is one's own realization. "Rest."

Hua Ziwei can be regarded as a personal disciple of Miss Nangong.

Langyue Clear Sky Knife, even if it is his own son, Wang Zhiming is not qualified to learn. Wang Zhiming's family knows the problem of crape myrtle, but speaking out can only be counterproductive.

Wang Zhiming's father, a master of Zhengyi, once jokingly said to Hua Ziwei: Miss Nangong and Wang Zhiming in their family are both guys who only know how to eat, let Hua Ziwei learn to cook.

This extremely obscure mention made Miss Nangong punch and kick Wang Shengxuan, a generation of righteous masters, behind her back.

Hua Ziwei was hearted, but she didn't understand the point. It can be seen that my mother is looking forward to seeing that Hua Ziwei's cooking skills have improved, but unfortunately although there has been progress, there is undoubtedly a big gap with expectations.

Hua Ziwei's body trembled a little, and she barely stood up on Wang Zhiming's shoulder. Holding the crape myrtle, which was a little prostrate, Wang Zhiming couldn't help but sigh, "I've really grown a lot taller." ”

Lying on the bed without any image, her long hair was scattered, Hua Ziwei's eyes were a little blank, and she muttered: "The cultivation has increased greatly, but the sword technique has not improved at all." ”

"At this time, my mother is very sensitive and 100% eavesdropping, so I really don't want to talk to you." Leaning on the side of the bed, Wang Zhiming spread his hands. That being said, there were a few drops of ink flowing in the palms of my hands.

"Is the problem really that obvious?" The weak beauty glanced at it and turned her head away, this question Wang Zhi obviously won't answer, and answering it is a dead end.

However, seeing the handwriting on Wang Zhiming's palm already made her feel comforted.

Kick your hand into your trouser pocket, and the ink instantly melts into nothing.

"Ulanqab School Park is not a place for people with simple extraordinary abilities to gather and learn." Hua Ziwei said softly, not dwelling on her own problems, but talking about Ulanqab School Park.

"It's more like a big barracks, with strict schedules, high-intensity training and study, and sudden training and tasks. Countless students shed sweat and tears every day, but they spilled their blood so suddenly and easily. ”

"There are many contradictions in the mysterious world for countless years, facing the frenzy of public opinion in China again and again, and resisting the suppression of superpower organizations around the world."

"I want to be strong." At this point, Hua Ziwei was already in tears.

Walking out of the door, Wang Zhiming was caught in the martial arts room.

"Didn't say anything superfluous, did you?" Mother had a serious face. Wang Zhiming knew his mother's worries, the last form of the Langyue Clear Sky Knife, the generations of people need to create their own skills, and only their own experience can create a stronger method.

"No guaranteed! I know how heavy it is! Wang Zhiming said categorically, and the handwriting written on the palm of his hand was just difficult to say in front of his mother.

Nodding, Miss Nangong was still worried, "Not only have the old problems not been solved, but there are new ones, and there are more flaws in Ziwei's knife." Don't make any more noise. ”

"Ahh Wang Zhiming was extremely surprised, "I feel obviously stronger." After thinking about it for a moment, Wang Zhiming couldn't help but nod again, "Indeed, not only did the flying higher fall heavier, but the knives actually flew." ”

"Huh?" Mother was obviously surprised by Wang Zhiming's words, and nodded a little helplessly, "If only your comprehension was a little bit of Ziwei, and her well-behaved and serious could give you a little bit." ”

It's just that Wang Zhiming's next words made Miss Nangong even more surprised.

"Mom, I figured it out. My choice is,Ulanqab,Ability Academy! ”