Back at the residence of Lanba Academy, looking at the seven girls in the room, JK, Lolita, chest-length skirts, cheongsam, all kinds of exquisite costumes comparable to a small clothing exhibition.

The six of them are tall and beautiful, with slender jade legs or white over-the-knee socks or black silk suspender stockings, Even if Xiao Yan removes the winter medicine in his body, he is still a little hot and dry.

"Teacher Xiao Yan, where have you been, why did it take so long to come back, and people are still waiting for your teaching." Ning Rongrong kicked off the white high heels on his feet and trotted towards Xiao Yan.

Picking up Ning Rongrong and putting it on the wooden table beside him, Xiao Yan raised his hand and scratched her delicate pretty nose: "You little girl is really getting stronger and stronger." ”

Ning Rongrong was already delicate and refined, and after following Xiao Yan to practice Xuantian Gong, he became more beautiful and beautiful.

The soft and white melon seed face is a charming appearance, willow eyebrows, Qiong nose, cherry lips, a pair of apricot eyes with long eyelashes, at a glance it looks like a goddess as noble, without losing the temperament of a pure girl, nor the charm of a little witch.

A floral nightdress showed her perfect figure, showing off her bumpy and graceful figure, and wearing a pair of long white stockings on her slender jade legs.

Ning Rongrong shook his calves leisurely and corrected: "What, it's getting better and better!" ”

"Let me see how much you've improved in that time?" Xiao Yan raised his hand and grabbed Ning Rongrong's moving calf.

Ning Rongrong flashed left and right violently, reached out and hugged Xiao Yan's neck, pursed his red lips and said, "Then you have to try it well." ”

Sakura's lips opened slightly, and the internal force of Xuantian Gong wrapped around Xiao Yan like a snake.

Xiao Yan opened his mouth slightly, poked out an internal force, and greeted him.

The two internal forces collided together, and Xiao Yan suddenly played the role of a teacher, closing his eyes and perceiving it.

Ning Rongrong's internal force is smooth and dexterous, quick to dodge, and the internal force is as soft as water.

The internal force turned into a dragon, Xiao Yan attacked violently, constantly devouring the internal force of Ning Rongrong, the little snake.

Ning Rongrong was not to be outdone, and the internal force of the little snake was tightly entangled with Xiao Yan, hooking and provoking, and there were many moves.

Xiao Yan happened to be thirsty, so he stored it all.

After the battle, Ning Rongrong snorted, his beautiful eyes looked at Xiao Yan as if with a wave of spring water, his lips were slightly swollen, and he was short of breath, obviously he didn't take advantage.

Pinching Ning Rongrong's chin, his palm brushing the jade belt around his waist, Xiao Yan quickly took out a blue-gold long sword and tested Ning Rongrong's recent swordsmanship cultivation.

Looking at Xiao Yan's increasingly hardened long sword, Ning Rongrong opened his mouth in surprise, and became stronger again, if he continued to be so strong, wouldn't he be dead?

In a moment of distraction, Ning Rongrong forgot to summon his glass sword, and casually picked up two pieces of thick bread from the table and stabbed the long sword.

With the blessing of internal force, these two pieces of bread are also extremely tough and have not been cut by the blade.

Xiao Yan frowned, this bread was able to be so tight under the blessing of internal force.

The simple two pieces of strawberry bread swept out from all directions as if they had infinite power, tightly wrapping his long sword.

If his long sword wasn't condensed by the Blue Silver Emperor, the ordinary iron sword would probably collapse in an instant.

This internal force is so bizarre, not only squeezing inward, but also having the collateral effect of paralysis.

Xiao Yan gasped and raised his hand to grab the crook of Ning Rongrong's leg.

The sword qi was transmitted through the bread into his body, and Ning Rongrong snorted, and the slender legs wearing white over-the-knee socks suddenly kicked towards Xiao Yan's head.

This attack flashed from the side, and Xiao Yan's back was forced, completely penetrating the two slices of bread that Ning Rongrong was using as a defense.

At the end of the long sword, Ning Rongrong suddenly exclaimed, and his eyes were flowing in his beautiful eyes: his sword was still so sharp.

A sword pierced a hole, Xiao Yan drew his sword and pulled it out, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. Rongrong's internal force is water, rich and long, and it is difficult for ordinary people to test to the end.

With a light snort, Ning Rongrong kicked Xiao Yan with ice cream again.

Dodging, stabbing the sword, Xiao Yan's entire action was like a cloud of water in his peers.

After suffering a loss, Ning Rongrong held a piece of strawberry bread in each palm, and used his soft internal force to wrap the long sword.

Under the temptation of one move, Xiao Yan had already gained insight into the characteristics of Ning Rongrong's internal force, and the long sword slid into a loach.

Being attacked again, Ning Rongrong's face turned red, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry.

"Take a good look at the essence of this sword move." Xiao Yan reached out and grabbed the 10,000-year-old jade soul guide that Ning Rongrong was wearing, urging the internal force to activate it.

The ruddy touch on the jade pendant swelled rapidly under the urging of internal force, and the pink luster emanated, and Ning Rongrong's cheeks quickly puffed with peach, and the whole person was in high spirits.

Control Ning Rongrong's baby soul guide, Xiao Yan's swordsmanship is like carving a dragon and painting a phoenix, stabbing coherently, stabbing out one sword after another. Although each sword is unpretentious, when coherent, it is so powerful that it cannot be forced.

Ning Rongrong was no longer able to utter complete words, and all that remained in his mouth was amazement.

In the process of swinging the sword, Xiao Yan is also recalling his experience of practicing swords for many years, the past scenes are vivid, and his recent martial arts have improved, and he also has a new understanding of this swordsmanship.

After the simple moves, Xiao Yan's long sword suddenly became fast and slow, rigid and soft, and the sword walked with him, carrying the sword with him.

In the form of God, the form and the mind are combined, and the qi is in harmony with the God. The hands, eyes, body, method, and steps are all wonderful. The sword is like a dragon out of the water, quiet like a civet catching mice.

The sharp sword qi swirled around his body, and Ning Rongrong's body trembled slightly when he was shocked by Xiao Yan's now refined swordsmanship. Her butterfly head shook slightly, and a sword qi burst out by chance, Ning Rongrong's hair flew away, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, setting off her skin becoming more and more crystal clear.

As Xiao Yan's sword swing became faster and faster, Ning Rongrong swayed from side to side, dodging the bursting sword qi, and she felt that the swordsmanship of this Xiao Yan teacher in front of her was getting stronger and stronger.

Cultivating the sword and cultivating the heart, Xiao Yan's palm connected several important points of Ning Rongrong, and the sword pointed at Ning Rongrong Huiming's acupoint, and the essence of swordsmanship was reportedly taught.

A fiery sword qi strongly impacted his body, and Ning Rongrong suddenly felt that his meridians, which still needed to be cultivated for a long time to accumulate full internal strength, seemed to be stretched up in an instant, and in an instant, that pure energy pierced deep into the depths of his soul.

Immediately after, a wave of swordsmanship mysteries poured into his mind like a wave.

Realizing the infinite mystery of swordsmanship, the subtlety of the fluttering fairy made her whole body tremble, and she felt that her whole body was full of the joy of comprehension.

Under the infusion of powerful energy, Ning Rongrong's snow-white and plump skin became crimson under this energy flow.

Still unbearable? Xiao Yan frowned, and his palm grabbed a pair of soul guides carved from 10,000-year-old mutton fat white jade worn by Ning Rongrong's neck even harder, and the majestic internal force was conveyed into it.

(End of chapter)