Fang Yan came back to his senses and saw that Yan'er had already raised his fist and rushed in front of him. He was agitated, and subconsciously stepped back, but he could avoid Yan'er's punch.

But Yan'er chased after her, and punched again, and the fist whistled.

Fang Yan retreated again, but found that there was no way out, he had already leaned against the edge of the guardrail of the ring. Seeing that Yan'er's attack was coming, in a hurry, he quickly squatted down and rolled on the spot with a rather ugly donkey to avoid this thrilling blow.

Yan'er's tiger fist fell into the air, she was slightly surprised, raised her eyebrows and said, "Yo, it's okay." ”

After escaping the catastrophe, Fang Yan stood up and watched Yan'er's every move vigilantly.

Yan'er's strength, he has seen it in the game world of virtual reality, and now he has experienced it first-hand, and he feels even more difficult.

Yan nodded secretly from the side, this kid obviously hasn't undergone any martial arts training, but his fighting instinct is very good. Although Yan'er's two blows left some strength, they were not something that ordinary people could dodge.

But, that's it.

Thinking like this, Yan sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

I saw Yan'er bend her knees slightly, suddenly exert her strength, and rush towards Fang Yan at great speed.

Fang Yan was shocked, fast, too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to dodge at all.

Gritting his teeth, he also raised his fist and rushed towards Yan'er.

Since there is no way back, simply give it a go!

Iwa, who was sitting on the ground, sighed softly, and a smile appeared on his face.

However......

The disparity in strength was too great, and Fang Yan, who rushed towards Yan'er, didn't even see how she punched this time, and fell to the ground on his back.

There was a burst of pain in his chest, Fang Yan was lying there, his face was loveless, and the familiar sound of "KO" seemed to sound in his ears.

Yan'er shook her arm like she was nothing, stretched out her hand to Fang Yan, who fell to the ground, and said, "Get up, continue." ”

At this moment, she is so heroic and radiant.

Fang Yan looked at the wild goose stretching out his hand, and shouted wildly in his heart: Goddess! You're the Valkyrie!

Standing up with Yan'er's hand, he rubbed his aching chest, full of energy.

Suddenly, Yan slapped his forehead and said, "Hmm, I forgot to say it, let's go, change into my practice clothes." ”

"There's no need, he can't beat me, he can just change it." Yan'er shook her head.

Fang Yan pursed his mouth, covered his chest and said bitterly: "It's heartbroken, Lao Tie!" ”

Yan'er chuckled, she always squinted when she smiled, and she was very beautiful.

After a while, the two changed into practice clothes and returned to the ring. Yan'er was dressed in white, and Fang Yan was dressed in black.

Set up a posture, this time, Fang Yan shouted loudly and made the first move.

It's just that the ending has long been doomed, and it is another one-sided beating. The only difference is probably that Fang Yan's lying posture is different.

And so on and so forth......

On this day of hand-to-hand combat training, Fang Yan was torn between active and passive beating. In the end, he was lying on the ground, panting, so tired that he didn't want to move a finger. He wailed, saying that persistence is victory, and I insisted on being beaten for a day, and then it was not enough!

Yan'er teased, it's useful, at least your ability to resist attacks has improved.

Iwa smiled and said nothing.

Early the next morning.

Fang Yan got up with heavy dark circles under his eyes, finished washing, ate a few bites hastily, and hurried to the gym.

It's not that he's in a hurry to be beaten, but that the double knife will be done today. He was looking forward to this, he was so excited last night that he didn't sleep well.

When he arrived at the gym, two familiar figures came into Fang Yan's eyes.

Rock, old fall, is already there.

Fang Yan scratched his head and muttered to himself. It's so early, don't they know the truth of "getting up late to ruin the morning, getting up early to ruin the day"?!

Lao Luo saw Fang Yan coming, and he didn't sell Guan Zi, pointing to the fitness chair next to him.

Fang Yan looked intently and saw two Miao knives placed on it.

No, it can't be called that, after Fang Yan's reset and modification, the knife shape has long been out of the category of Miao Dao, this is a unique double knife.

It is three and a half feet long and has a square handle. The blade is slender, resembling a seedling, and Lao Luo also put a scabbard on it.

"What two good knives!" Fang Yan praised it.

As he spoke, he stepped forward and wanted to pick it up and take a closer look, but he only felt a flower in front of him.

Lao Luo grabbed the double knife first.

"Forehead ......" Fang Yan's hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked at the double knives that Lao Luo was holding tightly with red eyes.

"Uncle Luo?" Fang Yan stretched out his hand.

Lao Luo smiled and said nothing, and did not give.

"Brother Luo?" Fang Yan stretched out his hand.

Lao Luo nodded with a smile and didn't give it.

"Fall... Father? Fang Yan stretched out his hand.

Lao Luo was full of smiles, but he didn't give it.

Fang Yan felt that his arm was a little stiff.

It was as if a cold wind was howling, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

Or did Iwa speak out to break the embarrassing atmosphere. "The knife can't be given to you for the time being, and if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, so you practice with a bamboo knife this week."

Fang Yan was helpless and depressed.

"But you can name the pair first, after all, it's yours." Iwa said again.

Hearing this, Fang Yan's eyes lit up, he held up his chin and thought hard.

He couldn't help but think of his own life experience, the torture he had suffered, all kinds of things, and his fate was so bad. It's all over, he said to himself. It's just occasionally, and I still miss the comfortable days I used to have. Wisps of longing swirled in his mind and finally converged.

"Two, one." Fang Yan blurted out. "Hmm, one is called two, and the other is called one."

"Not bad, not bad." Lao Luo smiled and stroked his beard.

Iwa also nodded. Suddenly, his face was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to follow your path of double swords?" Special weapons like Eryi, practiced to the depths of the essence, the knife technique can only be tasted and understood by yourself. All we can do is provide you with similar dual-wielding moves, as well as some lessons learned. ”

"I understand!" Fang Yan said solemnly.

"That's... I'll keep it for a while, and I'll give it to you later. After Lao Luo finished speaking, he took the knife and left.

Looking at Lao Luo's departing figure, Fang Yan couldn't help but ask Yan: "Uncle Yan, Uncle Luo has always been so simple...... Uh, in a hurry? ”

"He's not idle, he always has to find something to do, and he's been obsessed with those studies in the extractor lately." Yan rarely sighed and said helplessly. "Don't mention this, this week's training, do you want to practice single knife first?"

Fang Yan pondered for a moment and asked, "What is your suggestion?" ”

"It's best to make the double knife directly." Rock said without thinking.

Fang Yan slapped his thigh and said, "Then it's decided, first practice the right-hand knife, then the left-handed knife, and finally practice the double knife!" ”

Yan was a little speechless, so what is the point of you asking me......

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

In the previous training, whether it was physical training or marksmanship practice, Fang Yan only meticulously completed his instructions and never gave any opinions.

Now when it comes to Cold War training, it is also a good thing to put forward many personal thoughts uncharacteristically. If you blindly obey, you can only lose the opportunity.

I hope that this kid can stick to his double knife path in frustration, confusion, and entanglement, after all, creating a knife technique is easier said than done.

Thinking about his unfinished knife technique, he sighed in the heart.

As soon as he thought of this, Yan changed his original intention to hand over the cold war to Yan'er.

"Cold combat training, go, I'll fight with you." Iwamian said expressionlessly.

When Fang Yan heard this, his face turned pale. He had a hunch that it would be a physical and mental torture.