After the drag racing broke up, the underground area of Area A was empty. Long Aotian struggled to carry two large buckets of water and approached Meng Nan.

"Brother Mengnan, please!"

Meng Nan looked curiously at this partner who had been chattering recently, and smiled helplessly: "What do you want to do?" ”

Long Aotian inserted the lightsaber card into the card reader, and conjured up a strange lightsaber. In fact, looking at the flat and short appearance of the lightsaber, it is more reliable to say that it is a large kitchen knife. Now Long Aotian, the idol has changed from the honest Guo Jing to the uninhibited Yang Guo, and the light fist gloves have also changed to the imaginary heavy sword without edge.

"Yang Guoda Kaxiu has practiced peerless swordsmanship in the waterfall, so I want to learn from him!" Long Aotian said seriously, and put on a posture towards the two large buckets of water Nunu.

"Brother Meng Nan, come on!"

I can't stand this kid! Meng Nan smiled, carried a large bucket of water, and poured it on Long Aotian's head.

Long Aotian was in high spirits, dancing his lightsaber, and conjured up a bright light.

With a bang, a large bucket of water passed through the light curtain of the lightsaber without hindrance, directly creating a blonde soup chicken.

"Uh......" Long Aotian immediately shivered, but he was still in good spirits, and continued to wield the lightsaber with great interest.

"Come on! Come on! ”

But Meng Nan was carrying another bucket of water, frowning and thinking about something.

"Brother Mengnan......"

Long Aotian just said two words, but saw Meng Nan suddenly smile and bury his head directly in the bucket.

It turned out that when Meng Nan heard what Long Aotian said, Yang Guo was practicing swords under the waterfall, and a vague inspiration flashed in his heart, and Meng Nan silently thought about the fleeting thought just now. Yang Guo is under the waterfall and has exercised the unparalleled internal force in the world, which means that the greater the pressure, the greater the achievement. I have been exercising my perception and have made no progress, is it because of my own pressure, which is simply not enough?

Meng Nan buried his head in the water, and his whole person seemed to be immersed in the boundless dark world, and all contact with the outside world, including breathing, was cut off. He closed his eyes and carefully honed his perception.

The whole person seemed to be completely insulated from the outside world, and without the invasion of color, light, sound and shadow on the six senses, Meng Nan felt that he could clearly perceive the existence of perception.

Existence, this is a very mysterious feeling, as if a person can lift a weight of 100 catties, which proves that this person has the existence of such a thing as 'strength'. But if you ask this person to find out where his 'strength' is, it is estimated that 99 out of 100 people will shake their heads. The rest of the person will try to prevaricate with the theory of micro-silky gliding of muscle contraction.

However, Meng Nan now truly feels the existence of perception, rather than explaining it with ethereal theories. In his mind, it was located approximately where the pineal gland was. That place is where the seat of the third eye and soul of biology is called on earth.

From there, there are countless dense silver wires, as if the antenna is transmitting a signal, emitting a ** fine aperture, which slowly spreads outward until it dissipates.

It turns out that perception is like this! Meng Nan, who couldn't hold his breath anymore, raised his head from the bucket and gasped for breath, although he didn't know how to enhance his perception, but at least, he finally knew what kind of bird this thing was perceiving.

"Brother Meng Nan, are you okay?" Long Aotian looked at Meng Nan curiously and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Meng Nan waved his hand and said, "Aotian, can you depict the symptoms of the existence perceived in your body?" ”

Long Aotian blinked his eyes, and with great difficulty understanding Meng Nan's words, with a wave of his hand, the kitchen knife-type lightsaber raised straight upward, and said proudly:

"I'm here, I'm there!"

Well, I'll admit I really can't communicate with you anymore! Meng Nan shrugged helplessly, feeling that his breathing had adjusted, he took a deep breath again, and buried his head in the bucket.

"Hey, boy, do you think I won't see you this way?"

Arrogant voice, eyes narrowed into a line. Such an obvious feature is precisely the connection of the edges of the flying and domineering. He was sneered at by Meng Nan during the day, where could he swallow this breath. It's just that because of Su Yan'er's presence at that time, Bian Liancheng was a little evasive, so he taught Meng Nan, a character who doesn't know the height of the sky, and changed it to the evening.

Of course, this is also convenient for Bian Liancheng to find someone. At this moment, four people who obviously did not look like students were standing behind him, their eyes were cold, looking at Long Aotian and Meng Nan who had come out of the bucket.

"It turned out to be Young Master Bian!" Meng Nan wiped a handful of water droplets from his face, and looked at Bian Liancheng and the four people behind him seriously, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

These four people only look at their age, and they are obviously not school students. With Meng Nan's fighting strength, in this art card shadow school, it should be an invincible existence, but the four people behind Bian Liancheng are obviously equipped with lightsaber cards on the card reader on their wrists.

In other words, these four people, at worst, are also perceived second-level combatants who can conjure lightsabers. In a one-on-one situation, Meng Nan may be able to rely on his rich experience in hand-to-hand combat to put down a second-level combatant, and it is absolutely useless to play one-on-four. What's more, if one of the four people on the other side has a third-level perception of Kaxiu, even if Long Aotian is added, the two of them are just scum.

"Haha, you two idiots' looks are really chic!" Bian Liancheng saw Long Aotian, who was like a soup chicken, and Meng Nan, who kept dripping water in his hair, he couldn't be happy, he laughed twice, and his face turned cold: "Boy, I never hold grudges, because if I have a grudge, I will take revenge on the spot!" ”

Saying this consciously humorous sentence, Bian Liancheng waved his hand to the four followers: "It's good to teach a little lesson, your face is scratched, and your legs are broken." ”

The expected scene of the four people rushing out together did not happen, only a man with a slender figure and long orange hair half-covering his right eye walked out from behind Bian Liancheng, and walked towards Meng Nan's gap step by step, a lightsaber conjured up from his wrist, his hand drooped slightly, and the tip of the lightsaber pointed obliquely to the ground.

In a very relaxed fighting state, obviously, Meng Nan, who didn't even have a lightsaber card in the card reader, didn't put it in his eyes.

"Anyone who wants to hurt Meng Nange must be prepared to bear my wrath!"

Long Aotian, who was covered in [***], jumped out and blocked in front of Meng Nan, and the strangely shaped lightsaber on his wrist also made several people on the opposite side laugh.

"Can anyone tell me what kind of lightsaber this is?"

"Are you sure this isn't a Level 2 Super Chef?"

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work!" Long Aotian greatly despised these unappreciative guys, and shouted, and the lightsaber in his hand 'slapped' the orange hair ...... fiercely.

The orange hair on the opposite side was slightly stunned, generally speaking, although there are many schools of fighting with lightsabers, and the moves are also complicated, but most of them are mainly stabbing and provoking, as if I haven't heard of any school of swordsmanship, which is based on 'shooting'.

With the intention of observing, the orange hair slipped slightly, avoiding Long Aotian's slap, and secretly paying attention.

The Kepu Federation is a country with a strong literary and artistic style, and the popularity of card shadows is a good illustration of this. And the combatants' lightsaber swordsmanship was inevitably affected.

The lightsaber is like snow, and the plum blossoms are sprinkled little by little, in addition to the sharpness of the swordsmanship, the graceful posture and chic movements are also required. Therefore, most of the lightsaber moves are stabbing and cutting, but tonight's Long Aotian has opened the eyes of the orange hair.

Long Aotian's swordsmanship turned out to be based on slapping and smashing.

However, the orange hair quickly woke up, and the little man in front of him actually didn't know how to swordsmanship at all, this was a lightsaber conjured up with a second-level perception that he didn't know how to figure out, and he was fighting indiscriminately.

Thinking that he was almost bluffed by this kid who had no inheritance just now, the orange hair felt a pang of shame in his heart, and he dodged and took a wrong step, and his lightsaber rained like rain.

The orange-haired is a fighting veteran, and when he moves, he has no fighting heritage, and he fights completely by imaginary tricks, and he immediately becomes a tragedy.

In all fairness, Long Aotian's perception strength is already quite good, and it is relatively high-end in the second-level perception. But just like Duan Yu, who has strong internal strength but doesn't know any tricks, he can't fight moves, and what's even more tragic than Duan Yu is that Long Aotian can't take a micro step.

Almost instantly, there were two more wounds on Long Aotian's body. The orange-haired hand swung his lightsaber, forcing Long Aotian to look back at Liancheng. It means what to do with the teenager.

Bian Lian Cheng cocked his thumb and turned downward, which meant that the orange head would be inverted and not let him get in the way. The orange hair bowed slightly, the lightsaber roared, and three sword lights appeared at the same time, directly hitting Long Aotian's shoulders and throat.

Clover! Long Aotian's pupils shrank slightly. This lightsaber move is very common among combatants. But for Long Aotian, who had no one to teach, it was as mysterious as the Jade Maiden's swordsmanship.

The kitchen knife-type lightsaber in his hand was hurriedly erected and blocked in front of his throat, Long Aotian had no time to care about the two sword lights that struck his shoulder, but he still turned his head desperately and shouted at Meng Nan.

"Brother Mengnan, run ......"

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