"Ready!"

Looking at the long sticks in the hands of the two, Yang Zhan said lightly: "In five minutes, both sides will attack with all their might, but they must not attack the head and lower abdomen!"

"Yes!" Bai Changlin responded, shook the ash rod in his hand, looked at Zhao Yang, hooked his fingers coldly and proudly, and said, "Come on...... Zhao Yang, let you know how powerful the master is today!"

Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, if this was left in the past, he would really only have to suffer, but now it is not necessarily.

In the past half a month, in terms of physical fitness and reaction, there has been a lot of improvement compared to before, and the front is hard, maybe not as good as Bai Changlin, but it will not suffer too much loss.

The moment is not empty, he took a deep breath, moved his hands and feet slightly, held the long stick tightly with both hands, recalled the key points of the long stick and other long weapons explained by the city guard instructor in the last class, and slowly greeted it.

Seeing that the two were already approaching, Yang Zhan shouted in a deep voice: "Begin!"

Hearing this, a cruel smile flashed in Bai Changlin's eyes, and with a shake of the long stick in his hand, he slashed towards Zhao Yang's left shoulder.

Looking at the long stick that was quickly splitting, Zhao Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body moved to the right, and at the same time, as soon as the long stick was raised, it was pumped towards Bai Changlin's left waist.

Yang Zhan next to him raised his eyebrows, although this student from the outer city, although he looks good, his experience is still a little worse.

Over there, Bai Changlin didn't seem surprised to see that his stick had failed, and he didn't look at the stick that Zhao Yang had chopped over, and directly dragged and picked it with his right hand, and suddenly swept Zhao Yang's left leg.

As soon as Zhao Yang's long stick in his hand was swept out, he found that it was wrong, but at this moment, it was too late to regret it, and he only felt that his left leg was numb, and he only snorted, and was swept to the ground.

"Hehe, waste is waste!"

Bai Changlin sneered coldly, then looked at the classmates over there, waved the long stick in his hand, and brought a wind color, with an arrogant face.

Zhao Yang slowly stood up from the ground, and at this time, there was a hot and sharp pain in his legs, looking at Bai Changlin's smug appearance over there, as well as the many sympathetic eyes that fell on him, Zhao Yang exhaled expressionlessly.

It seems that he is really a little negligent, Bai Changlin's advantages in this regard really don't stop there.

I moved my left foot slightly, and I felt a dull pain in my left foot at this time, and it was obvious that my movement was a little limited. After frowning slightly, he subconsciously began to adjust his breathing.

After he took two steps, the dull pain in his left foot slowly subsided and improved a lot.

Gently waving the long stick in his hand, Zhao Yang suddenly felt that after the two strokes just now, this long stick seemed to be a lot easier.

"Huh...... Looks like you're quite the bones!"

Seeing that Zhao Yang didn't have too much pain on his face, Bai Changlin snorted coldly, waved the long stick in his hand, and rushed towards Zhao Yang again.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk!"

Zhao Yang stood firm at his feet, waved the long stick in his hand, blocked several times in a row, and collided with Bai Changlin with two or three sticks, without falling behind at all.

At this time, not only Bai Changlin was a little stunned, but even Yang Zhan next to him nodded slowly.

Bai Changlin narrowed his eyes, a faint coldness overflowed in his eyes, and this expression was no longer as casual as the first one, he just sneered, and once again pumped a stick towards Zhao Yang.

"Tuk Tuk!"

After blocking Bai Changlin's two sticks in a row, he was finally slapped on his waist by Bai Changlin with a stick.

"Humph!"

Zhao Yang, who snorted in pain, faced the stick that Bai Changlin attacked again, and after forcibly blocking it twice, he was unexpectedly hit again.

Yang Zhan next to him nodded slowly, looking at Bai Changlin's movements, there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes; he is worthy of being Bai Luoming's son, this stick method seems to be practiced quite well; the kid next to him, although he is not bad, but he is still a little weaker.

Soon, after Bai Changlin became serious, Zhao Yang, who was barely able to resist at first, had already become beaten at this time, and the situation was one-sided, basically every few sticks.

"Humph!"

Finally, after another muffled snort, Zhao Yang was once again swept to the ground by Bai Changlin.

The classmates next to him couldn't help but turn their heads one by one when they saw Zhao Yang falling to the ground, frowning, and struggling to get up.

Xu Jieli over there, looking at Zhao Yang, who was covered with dust on his forehead over there, but still had a resolute face, and got up unhurriedly, his eyes floated, and the expression on his face became complicated.

"Waste, aren't you very good at carrying it? What's the matter?

Bai Changlin danced the long stick in his hand, looked proudly at Zhao Yang, who was struggling to support him from the ground with a stick, and laughed loudly, wishing that the entire playground would see it.

Zhao Yang lowered his head slightly and inhaled gently, this time the foot was really painful.

It's just that the battle just now is not without effect, at least now the long stick in his hand seems to be gradually becoming familiar.

It's like I'm starting to feel like I'm fighting with someone in my sleep the night before.

Holding the long stick in one hand, he unconsciously shook it and threw out a beautiful stick flower.

"Huh?"

Zhao Yang was secretly shocked, Yang Zhan over there also stared, and even Bai Changlin, who was proud, was slightly stunned.

"Whew!"

Feeling that this long stick was suddenly as familiar as his arm, and even suddenly there was this feeling of not fighting and unhappy, Zhao Yang threw the long stick and pointed at Bai Changlin, Zhao Yang said coldly: "Come again, see who is the waste at the bottom!"

"Look for death!"

Bai Changlin, who was enraged by the disdain in Zhao Yang's eyes, shouted angrily, waved the long stick in his hand, and slashed towards Zhao Yang fiercely.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk!"

It was another triple stick, and the long stick in Zhao Yang's hand just right blocked Bai Changlin's attack.

Feeling that this long stick is getting more and more comfortable, it seems that some kind of inspiration is about to erupt Zhao Yang, and he shouted: "It's my turn!"

The long stick in his hand shook, and slid and stabbed diagonally along Bai Changlin's stick.

Before Bai Changlin could react, he was stabbed in the stomach, snorted, and fell to the ground holding his stomach.

"Wow!"

The students next to him all exclaimed, and even the eyes of the instructor over there instantly widened, how could this stick be so ..... Tricky?

It must be a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!

Yang Zhan shook his head lightly, such a stick must be a coincidence, otherwise it would definitely not be possible without seven or eight years of skill.

"What?

Zhao Yang leaned down gently, looked at Bai Changlin, who was holding his stomach in front of him and his face was pale, and said lightly.

"You can't do it!" Bai Changlin gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, took two deep breaths, his face quickly looked two points better, shouted angrily, and rushed towards Zhao Yang again.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk!"

The long stick in Zhao Yang's hand was like a swimming dragon, easily blocking a few sticks that Bai Changlin attacked with all his strength, and then shook it lightly and turned around.

A sound of wind burst out and swept fiercely on Bai Changlin's calf.

"Ahh

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Bai Changlin snorted miserably, and the whole person directly "snapped!" and fell to the ground.

Seeing Bai Changlin's miserable appearance, everyone couldn't help but gasp, it must have hurt a lot......

The long stick in Zhao Yang's hand shook slightly, and with a beautiful stick flower, it was handsomely closed at his side.

Bai Changlin, who looked at the ground indifferently, trembling a little in pain, and barely struggling to get up, the corners of his mouth curled: "Still coming?"

"Come!"

Bai Changlin, who was easily put to the ground twice, blushed, and rushed up with a roar again, saying, "You're just a waste!"

"Tuk!"

Bai Changlin was fierce, but Zhao Yang was more relaxed this time, but after blocking Bai Changlin's two sticks, his body turned around, and he slashed at Bai Changlin's left buttocks with a stick.

The buttocks were thick, and they couldn't be seriously injured, but they were very painful, which made Bai Changlin can't help but snort miserably.

"Who the hell is the waste?" Zhao Yang sneered and shook the long stick in his hand.

Looking at the faint mockery on the Qingjun face opposite, Bai Changlin was like an enraged wolf, staring at Zhao Yang with red eyes, and rushed over again with a roar.

"Tuk!"

"Bang!"

"Ahh

Bai Changlin, who had lost his composure, was like a mad tiger at this moment, dancing with a long stick in his hand, and pounced towards Zhao Yang indiscriminately, but he was not able to hit Zhao Yang again.

On the contrary, with the dancing of the long stick in Zhao Yang's hand, as well as the changes in his footsteps and body shape, he was drawn three or four sticks in a row.

In the end, Zhao Yang dodged sideways, shook the long stick in his hand, and was knocked on the back, fell straight out two or three meters, slapped on the ground, and fell a dog eating.

"Wow!"

Looking at Bai Changlin's tragic situation, everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes looking at Zhao Yang were also hot.

Bai Changlin was at least the top three masters in the class, but he was beaten like this by Zhao Yang lightly!

Yang Zhan next to him watched Zhao Yang's movements, and the surprise on his face became more and more intense, he had never seen such a situation.

Obviously, at the beginning, this student's stick method was quite rusty, but just a few sticks in his hand, he improved by leaps and bounds, as if he was a veteran who had been practicing for ten years.

Could it really be that this student pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger?

In this panic, he finally noticed Bai Changlin's tragic image, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, stop!"

Bai Changlin struggled to get up, half-knelt on the ground and coughed several times, and everyone could clearly see that a stream of blood saliva flowed out of his mouth on the mouth full of mud.

Reaching out and wiping his mouth, looking at the blood on his hand, Bai Changlin jumped up like crazy, and rushed towards Zhao Yang with a stick.

"If you dare to hurt me, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Looking at Bai Changlin who rushed over, Zhao Yang sneered, and as soon as the long stick in his hand was tight, he was about to make a move.

"Stop!"

A figure blocked the middle in the middle at the right time, and reached out to hold Bai Changlin, who had lost his mind.

Note: Xu Jieli - an important supporting role.