It didn't take long for the staff to walk back with a few clothes that Qian Lingxue said, with a professional smile on his face, and said, "Miss, this is the dress I just said, please take a look at it, Miss." ”

Qianrenxue's eyes looked over, and she saw that the clothes brought by the staff were all white or silver, and there was no decoration, although it looked simple, but it was not simple, but it gave people a sense of atmosphere.

"Xue Han, you go and try whether it fits or not, like it or not, I feel that these kinds of clothes are very suitable for you." Qian Lingxue stretched out her hand and pointed at the staff, motioning for Jun Xuehan to follow her to try on clothes.

Jun Xuehan looked at the clothes in the hands of the staff, just thought about it for a while, did not refuse, nodded and walked towards the staff.

The staff took Jun Xuehan to the fitting room, handed him the clothes in his hand, and said, "Little brother, you can try it at will, if it doesn't fit, or don't like it, just tell your sister, and your sister will change it for you." ”

With that, the staff walked out of the fitting room and waited at the door.

And Jun Xuehan was in the fitting room, trying on the clothes handed over by the staff, and about half an hour later, Jun Xuehan wore a costume made of brocade feather fabric and walked out.

Qian Renxue, who was sitting in the rest area, and the staff standing at the door, their eyes lit up instantly when they saw Jun Xuehan coming out.

Jun Xuehan, who changed into Jinyu costumes, had long silver hair scattered behind his back, no expression on his snow-white face, and the clothes he was wearing, coupled with the coldness in his eyes, very obviously set off a cold temperament, just like a large porcelain doll.

Sure enough, the saying that people rely on clothes and horses and saddles is true.

The staff quickly came back to their senses and asked with a light smile: "Little brother, how is it, do the clothes still fit?" Which one doesn't fit, my sister will change it. ”

Jun Xuehan shook his head lightly and said, "No need, the clothes fit very well, and you don't need to change them." ”

After looking at it for a while, Qianyue whispered, "Since it all fits, let's wrap up all the clothes you just took." ”

The staff took the clothes in Jun Xuehan's hand, wrapped them neatly, and handed them back to Jun Xuehan's hands. After checking out, Qian Lingxue walked out of the clothing store with Jun Xuehan, entered the carriage, and the carriage went straight in the direction of the mansion.

Back in the mansion, the group hurriedly had breakfast, and She Long took Jun Xuehan to the garden, ready to instruct Jun Xuehan on his combat experience and skills.

"Xue Han, you release your martial spirit, just attack it, if there is anything wrong, I will point it out to you." She Long smiled and put his hands behind his back, putting on a master's demeanor.

He is a ninety-two-level Titled Douluo, and Jun Xuehan is just a soul master who has just attached a soul ring, even if he guides, even if Jun Xuehan attacks, he does not need to release the martial soul.

"Then it's going to be troublesome Uncle Long." Jun Xuehan said a word flatly, and released his martial soul: the silver dragon spear, and a yellow soul ring flashed under his feet.

She Long nodded lightly, and was talking, but signaled that Jun Xuehan could attack without any worries.

The silver dragon spear spun in Jun Xuehan's hand, and attacked straight towards She Long, She Long looked at the attacking silver dragon spear, and his body turned sideways, and he dodged very easily.

"The basis of spearmanship lies in blocking, holding, piercing, and stabbing, and it is not the use of brute force, but the use of skillful force. There is a saying: moon stick, year knife, long practice gun, if you want to see something in marksmanship, you need to practice for a long time. ”

"And the martial soul is not a dead thing, but a very spiritual existence, no matter what martial soul, it is a spiritual soul that has its own, and the martial soul is regarded as a part of your body, not a tool that you can go further."

"Your combat experience and skills are too shallow, and you need to accumulate combat experience yourself, but I can teach you some skills." She Long said as he dodged the silver spear stabbed by Jun Xuehan.

Finally, looking at the silver stabbed by Jun Xuehan, soul power appeared in She Long's hand, stretched out two fingers, and directly grabbed the tip of the silver dragon spear.

Although Jun Xuehan didn't speak, he kept She Long's words in his heart. In a world where strength is paramount, only strength is the foundation of everything, and without strength, it is equivalent to fish and meat on the board, which can be slaughtered by others.

She Long let go of the finger holding the silver dragon spear, and Jun Xuehan also took back the silver dragon spear with great interest, and did not attack.

She Long glanced at Jun Junxue with an appreciative gaze, and then released his martial soul, and his feet flashed: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, nine soul rings.

"I'll teach you some skills now, you have to look carefully, if there is anything you don't understand, come and ask me again." The snake spear in She Long's hand waved in an instant, and the snake spear was waving, with a feeling of flowing clouds and water, not like Jun Xuehan, which looked very jerky.

Jun Xuehan was watching intently, trying to remember She Long's movements and the way he exerted force in his hands, and his cold face looked very serious, without any perfunctory meaning.

After She Long demonstrated it, he looked at Jun Xuehan and asked out loud, "How much do you remember what I demonstrated just now?" ”

Jun Xuehan closed his eyes, recalling She Long's movements when he wielded the snake spear just now, and gently spit out two words in his mouth, "Seventy!" ”

She Long nodded slightly, and said, "At your age, it's good to be able to remember it once you read it, and you can remember one or two percent...... Wait, you just said how much did you remember? Seventy percent? You're not kidding? ”

Jun Xuehan didn't speak, Martial Soul: Silver Dragon Spear, appeared in his hand, holding the Silver Dragon Spear, he waved the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand according to the way She Long waved the snake spear.

With his wielding, Jun Xuehan felt that the silver dragon spear in his hand was getting more and more comfortable, and although he could still see that it was a little rusty during the wave, it was already much better than at the beginning.

And She Long watched Jun Xuehan's action of wielding the silver dragon spear, and his eyes lit up in an instant. Because Jun Xuehan not only seems a little rusty, but also has a few skills that are not right, and the others are basically the same as his actions just now.

"After reading it once, I remembered seventy percent, this is not only a genius in martial soul talent, but also a genius in learning talent." He just demonstrated it just now, and originally thought that Jun Xuehan could remember one or two achievements very well, but he actually remembered seventy percent.

Even in his heart, She Long raised the idea of accepting Jun Xuehan as the heir to the mantle, but as soon as this idea appeared, he suppressed it.