"Huh?"

"Coming at me?"

"This person is really a little cautious, you are giving a public lecture on the training ground, and I just stood by and watched it a few times, and I was dissatisfied?"

Han Yi's eyes flashed, he had already seen that when Instructor Zhao flew the steel sword in Wu Gang's hand just now, he used a kneading force to split the sword body horizontally, and he turned around, directly towards Han Yi.

Han Yi smiled, the sword body rotated a few times, although the speed was very fast, although the sharp aura gave people the feeling that they were going to freeze him, they were not afraid, just as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with a snap in the exclamation of a group of soldiers.

Bite!

With a flick of the sword, it made a crisp sound.

"What a steel sword!"

Han Yi's eyes lit up, although this sword was not as good as the Spirit Wind Sword left to him by the Third Patriarch, it was one of the best in both forging and material.

"Although the things of a hundred years ago are good, but in the end they can't be compared with the things forged under the progress of science and technology, this steel sword is an ordinary material, but this level of sharpness, compared to the Spirit Wind Sword, is not much more than the Spiritual Wind Sword, I just don't know if it can hold up when it is in hand combat. ”

Han Yi grabbed the steel sword, and many thoughts flashed through his mind at once.

"Huh?"

Instructor Zhao saw that Han Yi stretched out his hand and caught the spinning steel sword at once, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he said to Wu Gang: "You go back and sit down, remember, hand fighting sword dao, holding the sword is the most basic, you are still a lot behind, you need to practice hard!"

"Yes!"

Wu Gang stood upright, saluted and returned to the crowd of soldiers.

"Boy, who are you?" Instructor Zhao sent Wu Gang away, and then turned his head to ask Han Yi.

"Oh, you don't know me?"

Han Yi was asked for a moment, he thought that he had been in the Security Bureau for more than half a month, and he should be familiar with him, and he was still the instructor arranged by Director Wang, and he was still a colonel, how could he be a figure in the management, this instructor didn't even know him.

It's a little embarrassing.

"Okay, no matter who you are, if you want to learn the sword, you have to have a correct attitude, you come here, since you catch the sword, the kung fu on the wrist is much stronger than Wu Gang, come over with me to fight against the moves, I will practice the tricks of the mixed yuan sword." ”

Instructor Zhao waved his hand casually and asked Han Yi to come over as a sparring partner.

Han Yi smiled slightly, and walked a few steps, past everyone, and came to Instructor Zhao, and the two stood opposite each other.

"Remember, the number one priority in fighting is to stare into the eyes of the enemy!

Instructor Zhao held the steel sword sideways to his chest, staring at Han Yi but explaining the taboo to many soldiers.

"Hey, this kid can still remain calm under my gaze, it seems that he is a teenager who has not experienced any big battles, and he is still innocent, but you have entered the Security Bureau, but you can't be like before, okay, today I will teach you a lesson and let you retract!"

Instructor Zhao saw that Han Yi was unmoved by his fierce momentum, and an idea rose in his heart.

"Alright, look carefully!

Instructor Zhao snorted and shouted at Han Yi again.

Han Yi nodded, and did not hesitate, as soon as the instructor surnamed Zhao finished speaking, he stepped forward and slashed down with his sword!

Woohoo!······

The sword blade brought a strong sound of energy, and the wind whistled away, heading straight for Instructor Zhao.

Instructor Zhao's face changed slightly, his body involuntarily took half a step back, and he held his sword forward horizontally.

Bite!

Burst out of the sparks.

"This kid is so strong!"

Instructor Zhao frowned slightly, then flicked his body to the side, missed the sword body, and then swiped it across Han Yi's sword-holding arm.

Han Yi saw Instructor Zhao, and he was extremely calm and calm between the restraints and exhibitions, and he knew that this Instructor Zhao's foundation was very solid.

A stepping horizontal sword, using an almost instinctive divine reaction, has a taste of human and sword unity.

Han Yi knew that the Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra cultivated by Instructor Zhao must be extremely outstanding, so he put away all his contempt at once.

"But this man is very small-minded, if I defeat him and make him lose face in front of these soldiers, I don't know how he will hate me, I can't do this, I have found myself an enemy for no reason. ”

Han Yi also had a wry smile, he saw Instructor Zhao stepping across the horizontal sword and cutting the big tendons of his arm, so he also followed Instructor Zhao's steps, and the same horizontal sword stopped on his arm, and he heard a ding.

The steel swords of the two collided again, and after knocking out a soybean-sized gap, Instructor Zhao's wrist drew a half-arc in his heart, and the sword body followed the rotation and jump, and after a big circle, he stabbed forward directly!

The chest is right!

Han Yi felt the hairs on his chest jump, and he saw that the steel sword in Instructor Zhao's hand had stabbed him in the chest before he could inhale it.

The body of the sword shook like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, Han Yi had no choice but to use his other hand, and he rose up like a sea fishing moon, and his fingers flicked to the tip of the sword in an instant.

Airplanes!

The steel sword was immediately bounced up, and before Instructor Zhao could control the steel sword, Han Yi directly sent it to his wrist, and the sword in his hand was handed to Instructor Zhao's neck.

Instructor Zhao's face changed greatly, he didn't expect Han Yi's kung fu to be so good, he didn't think that his hair would explode, and his hand also learned Han Yi to play the tip of the sword, but how could Han Yi let him get his wish?

I saw that his arm twisted back and forth like a strange python, and the steel sword in his hand was driven by an arm, buzzing and trembling, and the tip of the sword actually bent and jumped, and in an instant, the steel sword seemed to become a soft sword.

Syllable!

The tip of the sword was drawn directly on Instructor Zhao's fingers.

Hum!

He snorted, and just wanted to swing his sword to save face, but he didn't expect Han Yiyi to stand a few meters away with the steel sword on his back.

"Who the hell are you, so good at kung fu?"

Instructor Zhao was simply aggrieved to the extreme, and before he could unfold the moves of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra, he was beaten by the kid in front of him and had no power to fight back.

He thought that he had just instructed others to listen to and learn well, but now he didn't expect this kid's kung fu to be so high.

"I'm really a class leader! Could this kid be relying on his kung fu to tease me? Let me make a fool of my teaching? However, when I hear this person's name, why do I look familiar?"

Instructor Zhao also thought a lot, and looked at Han Yi for a while, his eyes full of unkindness.

At the same time, kneading the fingers that were red by Han Yi with a sword just now, there was a vicious cold light in his eyes, just waiting for Han Yi to say that he couldn't say a meridian, so he swung his sword to find face.

"My name is Han Yi, and I didn't expect to disturb Brother Zhao's teaching students for a while, so I'll leave. Han Yi hurriedly apologized, softened with a smile on his face, and then put down his sword and slipped away.

It wasn't until the meeting was convened in the afternoon that Instructor Zhao finally knew who this young man was when Han Yi sat on the rostrum.

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