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One night**, needless to say. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info early the next morning, when the sky was still bright. The old evil got up from Constani's delicate body, put on his clothes, and began his morning exercise.

As a strong man, the old evil will never be lazy, even if it is gentle, it can't hinder his ambition to enter.

In the back garden of the Elven Palace, the old evil found a place where the vitality of heaven and earth was abundant, and while flirting with the true qi, he began to punch and stretch his body.

After a punch blow, the old evil sweated slightly, but he felt extremely comfortable and indescribably refreshing. The fusion of water and fire in the operation not only did not drag him back, but further fused the two diametrically opposed mana in his body, making the mana in the old demon's body more pure and powerful.

Just when the old evil fist was at the end, a surprised voice suddenly came: "Barbarian?

The old evil turned his head and saw that it was Arthas passing by with a noble ceremonial sword, so he smiled slightly and said, "Why can't it be me?"

"You just got married yesterday, I thought you should be with Constani now~" Arthas said and stopped, but the weird smile on his face betrayed him.

"Hehe!" Of course, the old evil didn't care about this, and smiled directly: "**A moment is naturally important, but you can't delay your cultivation because of this!"

"Have you always been so diligent?" Alsace said with some admiration.

"That's good!" the old evil nodded, and then said with a little pride, "Ever since I knew how to cultivate, I have never stopped. Ever since I was a child, I only knew how to cultivate, and I spent almost all of my time sweating in a small dark room. Perhaps, as a nobleman, I am not qualified at all, because I know neither dancing nor all kinds of bullshit etiquette, nor even the necessary communication. However, as a warrior, I dare say that no one is more diligent than me!", and as he spoke, the old evil man finished his last posture and began to slowly gather his strength and breathe.

"Sure enough, your skills are indeed hard-won!" Arthas nodded, and said with emotion: "Although I don't like the rude aura on you, I have to admit that you are indeed more of a qualified warrior than me!"

"Of course, I'm a gentleman, and you're a little white face!" the old evil immediately teased.

"Shut up, I'm a man, too!" Arthas said in immediate annoyance.

"Oh, is it?" the old evil smiled slightly, and suddenly said, "Are you going to practice swords?"

"Yes!" said Arthas.

"Then do you want to compare yourself with me, let me see if you are a man after all!" said the old evil with a smile.

"Excuse me!" Arthas directly refused: "You guy is a pervert at all, with the power you can break the wrist of the Sword Master, I can't stop it with a shield, how can I compete with you with a sword?"

"Haha!" the old evil smiled proudly, and then said: "Otherwise, you don't have to be vindictive, and I don't use more strength than you, let's only compete in skills, how about it?"

"Skill?" Arthas was a little eager to try it at first, but he quickly wilted, and said with a helpless wry smile: "Forget it, the last battle with you in the Griffin King's Palace, I already saw that your swordsmanship is extraordinary, but I'm afraid that I'm not your opponent, you kid just wants to take this opportunity to bully me! I won't be fooled! If I am beaten by you, my nose and face are swollen, how can I see people?"

"Hehe!" Seeing that the annihilation plan was recognized, the old evil immediately smiled and said: "Okay, okay, otherwise, I promise not to hurt a single hair of you." If you still don't dare to say yes, oops, all I can say is that you're not a man!"

"Are you serious?" said Arthas at once, "you can't puncture my skin, you can't bruise, ah, and you can't tear my clothes!"

The old evil originally wanted to take the opportunity to beat Arthas to run naked, but he didn't expect the other party to be so alert, so he had to smile helplessly: "Okay, okay, it's all up to you, you kid is really careful!"

"Haha, that's good, follow me!" Seeing this, Arthas immediately excitedly brought the old evil to his martial arts arena. Being able to fight against a real swordsmanship master can greatly help him improve his swordsmanship, which is why Arthas is so happy.

Standing on the martial arts arena, the old evil held a bladeless training saber, thinking in his heart how to take the opportunity to clean up Alsace in order to avenge his drunken revenge yesterday. The heart said, according to the agreement just now, I can't directly beat people, nor can I attack the clothes, so if you calculate it, you can only stimulate him mentally.

After making up his mind, the old evil smiled and said to Arthas in front of him: "Come on, little white face, I will let you know how weak you are in front of me!"

"I'll tell you to be arrogant again!" Arthas roared, and then stabbed the old evil in the nose with a sword.

The old evil smiled slightly, and unhurriedly raised his sword and stretched it out. Then he used the part close to the hilt of the sword to block the tip of the opponent's sword with great precision, but the tip of the old evil sword then stretched out in front of Arthas's nose, and only a trace of it broke through the skin!

Alsasson was stupid, and in one move, he was defeated by the old evil in one move. Although he had been mentally prepared for failure in advance, the failure that came so quickly still made him ashamed, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "How can this be?"

"Hehe!" the old evil smiled proudly and said, "Little white face, it seems that your swordsmanship is really not good! There is at least 108,000 miles behind me!"

Actually, this is nonsense. You know, of course, he is good at close combat, he is proficient in all eighteen weapons, and he has practiced swordsmanship and other equipment for hundreds of years. But Arthas has only been practicing for decades, and, most importantly, Arthas's main profession is archery, and swordsmanship is only a side business for others, and his usual energy is not used on it, so he is naturally not an old opponent. That's why Alsace was so easily cleaned up by the old evil. If the two of them are not competing in swordsmanship but in archery, then the old evil will not be the opponent of others.

But Arthas didn't understand, he was arrogant, and he said angrily: "Come again!" After speaking, another sword stabbed out.

The result was of course the same, the tip of the old evil sword was pointed at Arthas's nose with ease. Arthas was deeply stimulated, and immediately refused to accept the request to do it again, and tried more than a dozen times in a row, and was cleaned up by the old evil trick.

What made Alsace even more depressed than failure was the old evil's cynicism, and his scathing and bitter sarcasm of all the elements of Alsace's swordsmanship, from the way he held the sword to the angle of swinging the sword, from the pace to the use of waist strength, were criticized by the old evil for being useless.

Arthas finally couldn't bear this torment anymore, threw the sword directly, and said angrily: "You, you have a kind of archery competition with me!"

Of course, the old evil wouldn't be stupid to compare this with him, so he immediately sneered: "Little white face, you are really going back more and more, you actually want a magician to compare archery with you as a professional archer! God, I don't even know how to describe you!"

"You're a fart magician!" Arthas immediately said sadly: "Your swordsmanship is about to catch up with the Sword Saint, your strength is even higher than the Sword Saint, you kid is a warrior at all!"

"Haha!" the old evil looked up to the sky and laughed: "It doesn't matter what you said, anyway, I'm a magician, and besides, I have an official certificate!

Arthas rolled his eyes directly, and then said helplessly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you." I really don't know why you have to be a magician when you have superb swordsmanship and perverted power?"

"Hehe, actually, it doesn't matter to me what kind of profession I have. The old evil shrugged and said: "Being a magician is a family need, after all, the Stephen family is a family of magic inheritance, and it may not be suitable to have a warrior patriarch." ”

"Well, that's right!" Arthas suddenly said strangely, "But since the Stephen family is a family of magic, how did your swordsmanship come about?"

"Of course it was taught by Master!" said the old evil laugh.

"And who is your master?" Arthas asked.

Of course, the old evil wouldn't tell him, and directly shrugged his shoulders and said, "No comment!"

"Why?" Arthas wondered, "I just want to learn his swordsmanship!"

"He's dead, you better learn from me!" said the old evil laughed.

"This~" Arthas looked at the old evil smiling face, and shuddered for no reason, and hurriedly said: "Excuse me, learn from you?"

"Hehe, count yourself smart!" the old evil smiled slightly, and then said: "However, in fact, it is not much use for you to learn, after all, you are a full-time archer, and there are not many opportunities for close combat." In fact, you don't necessarily have to compete with the enemy even if he is close, as far as I know, your elven magic is much more powerful than swordsmanship. ”

(To be continued)