Li Zhiping and Fan Xiaoyue both drew their swords in their hands, and Ye Liuli also loosened her bones and twisted her neck, looking eager to try.

At this time, Li Zhiping was in the middle of the opening of the pulse, Ye Liuli was in the middle of the opening of the pulse, Chen Beixuan was in the late stage of opening the pulse, and Fan Xiaoyue was in the early stage of opening the pulse.

If they only compare their strength on paper, they can suppress Xiang Yong with a single look.

But......

Fan Xiaoyue looked at Chen Beixuan and said coquettishly, "Are you ready?"

Chen Beixuan nodded: "Be careful, the captain is indeed very powerful." ”

"Let's go!" Li Zhiping shouted violently, rushed forward first, and stabbed him in the head.

Chen Beixuan and Fan Xiaoyue rushed up from both sides, raising their swords to block Xiang Yong's dodge space.

They have never cooperated, but they feel good about themselves, and they all feel that this perfect cooperation will definitely be able to suppress Xiang Yong.

Ye Liuli slowed down, and the three people blocked his route, and he could only bypass Chen Beixuan's side, a little behind.

In Xiang Yong's eyes, the combined attack of these four people was full of mistakes and omissions, fighting for each other, and there were countless flaws.

He shook his head, raised his sword and made an arc, but with the naked eye, it was he who hit Chen Beixuan and Fan Xiaoyue's swords, Li Zhiping's knife, and Ye Liuli's finger sleeve at the same time in no particular order.

Fan Xiaoyue rubbed her buttocks and said angrily: "Captain, you are a bastard! ”

Ye Liuli nodded silently, feeling the same way.

Chen Beixuan screamed twice on the ground before rubbing his thighs and getting up slowly, and said unconvinced: "Captain, you are cheating!"

Xiang Yong smiled slightly: "What am I doing?"

"You must have used some explosive secret technique, otherwise how can you compete with the four of us with your own strength? This kind of explosive secret technique must have a time limit, I don't believe you can break out all the time!"

Xiang Yong smiled and didn't refute.

However, after Li Zhiping stood up, he said in a low voice: "It's not an explosion secret technique." ”

"Impossible, absolutely! He flicked the four of us away with a sword! Four people!" Chen Beixuan said excitedly.

"It's still a matter of strength. Li Zhiping said succinctly.

Chen Beixuan's angry expression froze on his face, and he asked suspiciously: "No, how is it possible?" I feel very clearly, he hit the four of us at the same time, where is the time to borrow strength from him?"

Li Zhiping shook his head, too lazy to argue with him.

Fan Xiaoyue glanced at him: "Are you stupid? How can it really hit us at the same time, there is always a time difference in the middle, just because he moves too fast, so it feels like it is the same time." ”

Xiang Yong said lazily: "Have you rested enough?"

"I'll take it slowly," Fan Xiaoyue hurriedly said, "My chest is so stuffy!"

Xiang Yong said lightly: "Let Xiao Beixuan rub it for you." Xiao Beixuan, why don't you go soon?"

"Oh!" Chen Beixuan was dumbfounded, and really walked towards Fan Xiaoyue.

Fan Xiaoyue's face flushed, and she said, "Go away! Captain, you're not a good thing! ”

Chen Beixuan reacted at this time, stood there without advancing or retreating, looked at Xiang Yong and Fan Xiaoyue in a daze, and retracted after a while.

Fan Xiaoyue regained her composure and said proudly: "Captain, I admit that you are very powerful. But we're going to improve! You can't beat us all the time. ”

Xiang Yong said calmly: "Wait until you can force me to use the second trick to say big things." ”

Several people were obviously angered by Xiang Yong's words, and after glancing at each other, they attacked again.

Unsurprisingly, he was slashed by Xiang Yong's sword again.

Xiang Yong shook his head: "Come again." ”

"Come again. ”

"One more time. ”

"Can you use a snack?

"Go on!"

"Hurry up, don't grind!"

On the training ground, only the sound of gold and iron, heavy breathing, and the sound of Xiang Yongxun could be heard.

Fan Xiaoyue only felt despair like a spider's web, tightly entangled in it.

Xiang Yong is like a high wall that they can never cross, lying there, unchanging, unshakable, and unable to give birth to the courage to confront.

Little by little, her pride wore away, and little by little her confidence was destroyed.

This person...... This ordinary little cop ...... Why is it so strong!

......

Ye Liuli lay on the ground panting in the form of a "big" character, sweat dripping against his face, rubbing his ears, and falling on the wooden floor.

He never thought he would strike such an unsightly pose, but he didn't even want to move his fingers now.

It's so strong...... Good...... Handsome!

Recalling the previous scenes, Ye Liuli could only think of these four words.

The captain is so handsome that he has no friends!

That cold demeanor, that sword that overwhelmed the strength of the four, that cold "come again", made him want to surrender!

......

Li Zhiping's whole body ached, but he still clenched the long knife in his hand hard.

He always knew that the captain was strong. At the last moment of the last mission world, the other team members couldn't read the captain's sword, but he could understand it.

No, he doesn't understand either.

He is like a beginner lover of calligraphy and painting, when he sees a peerless painting, he instinctively knows that it is a peerless masterpiece, but if he wants him to say what is good, he can't say.

That's how it feels.

Just like now.

He knew that the captain was strong.

He knew that the captain could fight against four, and he never doubted that.

But he didn't expect that the four of them were defeated by the captain's sword.

No matter how many times he tried again, the captain was that simple sword, and then the four of them were defeated.

Did you really understand that sword?

The sword theory, the style, how much can I understand!

He always knew that there was a gap between himself and the captain.

But he never thought that the gap would be too big for him to understand.

He was frustrated.

And proud.

Looking at the figure standing with a horizontal sword, I felt the invincible momentum of the world.

He knew that this was an illusion, and his reason was clear that the captain was just a small acquired monk, and any innate monk could blow the captain up with one punch.

But in his feelings, he felt that the captain could overwhelm the world with a sword! He couldn't help but want to bow and worship!

......

Chen Beixuan's eyes were confused, the pain seemed to no longer belong to him, and at this moment he had withdrawn from his body, looking down contemptuously at the young man lying on the floor panting like a water dog.

Being chosen as a reincarnation was the luckiest thing he had ever experienced.

He finally saw his talent.

In life, he is a waste material, a dead house, immersed in the second dimension all day long, station B, his grades are a mess, he is not good at sports, he is not humorous, he can't write poetry, he can only write some online novels, although he looks handsome, no girl has ever expressed her liking for him.

Maybe his destiny is to become a powerful reincarnation.

When it took him more than ten days, he could easily defeat a swordsmanship teacher who had been practicing hard for decades, when his cultivation overtook the captain, and when Fan Xiaoyue unabashedly cast an admiring and jealous look at him......

He felt that he had finally become the protagonist of his life, and no longer an inconsequential spectator.

But the captain's sword...... Crush his confidence!

That's a huge chasm that can't be bridged!

But I don't care!

You all say I'm Form 2, what's wrong with Form 2!

I'm just going against the sky!

Let's fight again, let's fight!

Even if I am beaten by you 10,000 times, I will continue to challenge!

Chen Beixuan jumped up, raised his sword and rushed towards Xiang Yong!

Xiang Yong's eyes showed appreciation, and with a light sword, he once again picked Chen Beixuan away, without any suspense.