The duration of a lesson, one hour. The lecturer explained all the questions of Long Tengyun in detail.

Tortureblade nodded in satisfaction.

"Deng Heng didn't lie to me, you can indeed hear some useful things here."

Tortureblade felt like his knowledge and worldview had broadened.

He had seen such a thing as Long Tengyun before, but he didn't know what it was, let alone what the principle of formation was.

Now, after the lecturer's explanation, the torture blade feels very comfortable and transparent.

After the lecture, the students walked out of the classroom in pairs to prepare for the next practical lesson.

Tortureblade had no interest in actual combat, and quietly walked out of the classroom.

As soon as he walked out of the classroom, the torture blade was blocked at the door by the girl and a few young people.

"Cheap seed, you made a lot of limelight in class." The young man standing on the left side of Zhang Yatou said with a smile.

Torture Blade's eyelids lifted slightly, glanced at the young man, and then turned to leave.

As soon as he turned around, he was blocked by another young man, reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the torture blade, and asked in a dark voice, "Since you are a new classmate, you naturally have to communicate your feelings "well". ”

The palm under the blue sleeve moved slightly, and the fist was raised in an instant.

Syllable!

The lecturer held the book in one hand, grabbed the elbow of the torture blade with the other, looked at the girl and asked, "Zhang girl, don't you remember?" ”

"Mr. Li, him!" Zhang Yatou had already thought of a defense.

But her little caution had already been seen through by the lecturer, and she directly planned to say to her, "Go to class!" I'm going to talk to him. ”

When several people heard this, they glared at the torture blade viciously, and left with a reluctant expression.

Seeing a few students leave, the instructor slowly released the elbow of the torture blade and asked, "Let's go together?" ”

Tortureblade turned to look at him, his body reminiscing about the terrifying force he had just had, and nodded after a few seconds.

The backyard of the castle is a vibrant flower garden. Butterflies and bees flutter in the air, and even the occasional frog can be seen jumping on the gravel path.

The lecturer walked side by side with Tortureblade and said, "I just received a message from Miss Frannie and a brief overview of you. ”

Torture Blade crouched down, reached out at will, and grabbed a frog jumping in the air, carefully observed, and did not speak.

Seeing the torture blade just now, the lecturer's pupils shrank.

"You can listen to the knowledge as you like, but don't hurt my students." The lecturer spoke out his conditions.

Torture Blade scrutinized the frog boy, then carefully put him back into the grass.

"They did it first." Torture Blade said six words.

When the lecturer heard this, he was immediately embarrassed.

He knows the temperament of that group of children, and the more you warn them, the more curious they become. And the torture blade, at a glance, knows that it is a master who is not easy to mess with, and it is impossible for him to endure.

If it was a normal situation, let those children suffer a loss on the torture blade, and it would be solved.

"But this man is different." The lecturer looked at Torture Blade, the cold, machine-like man.

"In the event of a conflict, those children can either die or be maimed."

"Torture Blade, get ready, I have a party to attend in the evening." As the two fell silent, Frannie's voice rang out.

Hearing this, Tortureblade shifted his gaze from the flower to Farni.

Today's Frankie is still dressed in gray overalls, noble with maturity, sexiness, and stability.

When the lecturer in a dilemma saw Frannie, he immediately stepped forward quickly and complained with a wry smile.

When Frannie heard this, she said indifferently, "They are all wild children in the wilderness, I didn't expect them to become talents, and they died when they died, and it didn't interfere with great things." ”

The lecturer's face suddenly darkened. Those people just now are indeed wild children, but they are all manufacturable materials.

"Have you nobles never considered the feelings of the commoners?" The lecturer asked in a deep voice.

Frannie smiled indifferently and said, "Naturally, you have to think about it, after all, you can't provoke a civil uprising." But entrusting civilians with a heavy responsibility? That's a joke. ”

"He's not even as good as a civilian!" The lecturer angrily pointed at the torture blade.

Torture Blade blinked when he heard this, and his calm expression was very innocent.

Farney sneered, beckoned to Tortureblade and turned away, leaving the lecturer with a look of disgrief.

Walking on the road, Frannie looked at the students around her with disdain, and said to Torture Blade, "If those untouchables provoke you again in the future, don't think about it, just kill them." ”

Torture Blade touched his spirit and said, "I don't like this kind of thing, I want to be stronger." ”

"Tonight, help me kill someone. Don't worry too much, kill directly on the spot. Frannie said with a sinister look in her eyes.

"What do I get?"

"What do you want?"

Torture Blade looked at Farni, "I heard Deng Heng say that there is something called skill. I need this thing. ”

Frannie raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "There are many types of skills, what type do you want?" ”

"Are there many types of this kind of thing?"

Frannie looked at Tortureblade helplessly and said, "Of course." Effects are divided into active and passive effects. The functions are divided into four types: offensive, defensive, amplified, and recoverative. ”

Tortureblade shook his head when he heard this, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Passive effect, aggressive." ”

Frannie nodded cheerfully and said, "No problem." ”

With that, the two separated. Frannie goes to prepare for her evening party, while Tortureblade stays at school and learns.

In the Lingjian actual combat class, the students all excitedly launched their own Lingjian, in groups of twos and twos, and practiced seriously under the guidance of the instructor.

Tortureblade crouched alone under a tree in the playground, watching intently as the students clumsily waved their weapons.

"Practice makes perfect. In ancient times, when people did not have spiritual senses. It is to use constant physical training to improve one's combat ability. And the legendary martial arts practice a routine countless times, not through the brain, only relying on the body's instinct to make a superhuman reaction. This is certainly true of Lingjian! Hold on to your weapons. There are a lot of tricks involved in every swing of the weapon. Even if you comprehend an ordinary slash thoroughly, you can exert a very terrifying power. ”

The instructor is a sturdy middle-aged man with a strong voice and full of confidence.

As soon as the words ended, there was a whisper among the students.

"The instructor is talking nonsense. I don't believe in the power of an ordinary slash? ”

"Yes! The instructor is lying to us. ”

・・・・・・

The instructor's keen ears heard the whispers of these students.

So he casually picked up a white spirit jian for practice, silently walked to a piece of stainless steel for practice, and shouted, "Little rabbit cubs, look at it." ”

As he spoke, he urged the wolf faction's long knife with both hands, bowed his legs slightly, and raised the long knife high.

Seeing the instructor's action, Torture Blade's eyes flashed with a flash of light, and he slowly got up, staring at his whole body with his eyes fixed.

At this moment, the torture blade could even see the subtle shaking of the instructor's muscles.

Swish!

With a casual wave, a yellow knife light flashed.

Click!

Under the knife, the one-meter-thick piece of fine light was neatly cut like tofu.

All the students were stunned, and so was Tortureblade.

Bang!

Two halves of the steel rolled to the ground. Torture Blade carefully recalled the terrifying knife that the instructor had just made.

"I can't catch this knife." After a few seconds, Tortureblade estimated.

Instructor Leopard looked at the students with a sluggish face, and said in a deep voice, "Swing the knife like this a thousand times a day." You can get to that in five years. ”

After listening to this, the students woke up and looked at the instructor with excitement.

Tortureblade squinted at the glorious cross-section of the steel.

"If it were me, don't say it's a cross-section of this brilliance. Even with the centrifugal force of the serrated machete, it can barely cut ten centimeters. ”

The instructor casually put away the spirit book and said calmly, "Don't say that all strong people are geniuses, let alone use geniuses as an excuse for their laziness." If you want to be truly strong, there are two iron laws that must exist. That is perseverance and self-discipline. ”

Hearing this, Torture Blade was in a trance.

"For a hunter, caution and patience are the two main factors of perseverance." The old hunter's hoarse voice sounded in his head.

The torture blade in his memory suddenly felt dark in front of him, and found that he was blocked by several figures in front of him.

"You're the one who bullied my niece, right?" Extremely unpleasant, a deep voice sounded.

Tortureblade slowly raised his head and saw a young man dressed in white, with a ponytail on his head and a long sword in his hand, staring at him.

Beside him was the girl named Zhang Yatou and a few teenagers in the morning.

The memories of tranquility are shattered, and the torture blade mentality produces a trace of irritability.

The tall man looked condescendingly at the torture blade squatting on the ground, and said gloomily, "Not only is he a cheap seed, but also a mute." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped Torture Blade's face.

Torture Blade quickly got up, lightly dodged the man's slap, stepped back a meter, and said calmly, "I don't know why you are so tired of me. But you made me irritable. So, you deserve to die. ”

As he spoke, the feet that had just stood were like two huge springs, shooting directly out of the body of the torture blade. Stretching out his left hand, he grabbed the neck of the girl like an eagle's claw, and killed with one blow.

Not far away, the lecturer sitting on the bench saw this sight and jumped up and ran towards it.

In the face of the attack of the torture blade, Zhang Yatou did not have any timidity, and even her eyes were full of sarcasm.

Syllable!

The wrist of the torture blade was precisely grasped by a white hand.

"How dare you ignore me?" The young man's face at this time was almost gloomy dripping.

The attack was blocked, and the torture blade gave up Zhang Ya's head, and the other hand clenched and punched the young man's throat.

A tiger punch, if it is hit, the throat will definitely be shattered by this fist.

When the young man saw the fist of the torture blade, he was slightly vigilant in his heart.

"The attack of this lowly breed is not fought to hurt people at all, but directly to kill people! One move, one style, all are killer moves! Who is this kid? Why haven't I seen it before? ”

Thinking in his heart, the young man stretched out his hand lightly, grabbed the right hand of the torture blade, and smiled disdainfully, "Just this routine, you still want to kill me?" Dream! ”

The Blade was still silent. His hands were restricted, and his heart moved slightly.

Swish!

The silver light flashed on his left hand, and the hideous moon dart appeared directly, cutting fiercely and quickly towards the young man's head.