"It's okay, it's okay, isn't it okay anymore. Don't be angry, brother. Hahaha" Le Zheng also saw that his brother was a little angry on his face, so he comforted.

Le Zheng is angry and doesn't fight anywhere, every time he hits his second brother, there is always a hard fist hammer on the cotton, and there is nowhere to exert force.

is the only one who can make the brother of the elegant son angry.

"Brother, I've made a lot of progress, when will we learn from each other?" Le Zheng also followed up on what he didn't say just now.

Le Zhengji glanced at him and said, "Then it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, how about it?" ”

"It's very good for me, hahaha, come!" Le Zheng also stood up.

The two of them did not have the swords in their hands, and they both replaced the spirit swords with bamboo branches.

Both sides saluted.

"You're a junior, you make the first move." Le Zheng Si Dao.

"This is what you said, brother, Hugh will regret it." He didn't give in to the move, and abandoned it, smiled, raised the "sword" and walked towards Le Zhengji.

Bai Xuan put down the teacup in his hand and watched the two of them move with interest.

Seeing that Le Zheng was also unable to cover his ears, the thunderous momentum had come to him, although he was a little confused, he also reacted in time to block the "sword" in his hand, and stepped back two or three times to gain a firm foothold.

Both of them passed a few tricks, although he took them steadily.

"It's-"

But he didn't expect Le Zheng to also make a move so quickly.

If he hadn't been taught before this, it wouldn't be surprising that even if he made ten moves, Le Zheng was also playful and didn't want to forge ahead.

I will never consciously practice the exercises.

It's been less than a year, and so much progress has been made.

This time, it really surprised Le Zhengji a little.

"What? Brother, don't you regret it? ”

Le Zhengji put the "sword" diagonally in front of him, resisting the "sword" in Le Zhengye's hand, the two "swords" were crossed in the middle of the two, and Le Zheng was also half a head shorter than his brother, so he naturally looked up and joked, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled.

"Why, just a little surprised." Le Zhengji swallowed that surprise.

"Hahahaha." Then he leaned closer to Le Zhengji and whispered, and joked in a voice that he thought was only heard by two people: "If my brother starts practicing sword style every day and rests at unitary time-"

Bai Xuan, who was watching the two brothers pass the tricks, poured water, his cultivation was very good and very comparable, he could hear what he said, the hand holding the pot paused lightly, and just about to think about whether he was too strict, he heard Le Zhengye's next teasing and joking words.

"Keep receiving the whip of that "sweet" love, and you're also-"

The more Bai Xuan heard him, the deeper his brows wrinkled, and the more he spoke, the more unpleasant he became, and a shallow flush appeared on the roots of his ears.

He only heard the sound of heavy porcelain colliding with the stone table, he put down the teapot heavily, and the luck spiritual power slapped on the stone table, the water in the teacup splashed everywhere, the fingertips moved slightly, and the water droplets were held by the spiritual power, and they hit Le Zhengye's wrist.

"Ouch, Master, you murdered your own disciple!" The bamboo branch in Le Zhengye's hand loosened and fell to the ground, looking at the red stains on his wrist, howling.

Bai Xuan stood up, his sleeves reached the ground, and he turned sideways, his body was as cold as three thousand freezing.

Slanted eyes like a cold blade looked at Le Zhengye, and said: "A sword like you can't hold a stable sword, even with Shiwu, you can't even control it!" ”

After saying that, he withdrew his afterglow and threw up his sleeves and left.

Le Zheng also covered his wrist and was stunned, in the short time that he got along, although he and Bai Xuan were not very close, Bai Xuan had always been cold, indifferent and detached, and always had an indifferent expression that had nothing to do with himself.

But he has never been angry with him, at most he is not happy to deal with him.

He couldn't help but react suddenly, and he didn't notice the faint red at the root of Shizun's ears.