The next day, Zhang Ang slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, and after arranging the affairs of the hotel, he rushed to the Earl's Palace. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I walked into the martial arts arena, I saw Miss Sophie fighting with a man.

It was the musketeers from Paris - d'Artagnan.

Judging from the situation on the field, it was Miss Sophie who was attacking, and d'Artagnan was defending in place.

Yes, purely defending in place, not moving a single step.

Zhang Ang is also the first time to see Miss Sophie full of firepower, she is full of energy, the sword is like rain, countless stabbing blows gushing out from her hands, the martial arts arena is like full of sword flowers, and the layers are Miss Sophie's sword shadows.

D'Artagnan just stood there, the black spear in his hand so fast that he couldn't see clearly, as if waving a black veil to cover his body layer by layer.

Once Miss Sophie's countless sword flowers entered this black veil, they disappeared in an instant like a mud cow entering the sea.

Miss Sophie rushed left and right, flying up and down, and countless sword shadows poured out towards D'Artagnan like a heavy rain, but they still couldn't break through the thin black veil.

Suddenly, she let out a scream, jumped high, thousands of sword flowers in the air, and countless sword shadows instantly merged into a fierce sword qi, shooting straight towards that layer of black veil.

"It's good to come!" d'Artagnan exclaimed.

The black yarn in his hand also instantly condensed into a pitch-black spear, and the head of the spear carried a blazing flame, and the sound of "Bah!" hit the attacking sword qi, scattering the rosy sword qi at once.

"Alas, sure enough, I still can't break your spear. Miss Sophie sighed and sheathed her sword.

"Haha, after all, you're one rank behind, and Miss Sophie, you're so young, you've already touched the doorway of the sword qi, and it's only a matter of time before you enter the Grandmaster Realm. d'Artagnan praised without hesitation.

"It's still far worse than you, you are the youngest martial arts master in France in a hundred years, and you are a sure spear martial saint. Miss Sophie also had a good opinion of d'Artagnan.

Zhang Ang looked at a black line on the side: Is it really good for you to praise each other like this?

At this time, the two also noticed Zhang Ang who was standing aside.

Miss Sophie was the first to speak: "You're here, hurry up and cook, I'm hungry!"

Zhang Ang was also speechless, so he had to agree and go to the kitchen.

Zhang Angban secretly complained: Is this the one who invited me to cook or guide me to practice martial arts, and ah, I have obviously refused, why are you still so happy with him, aren't you afraid that my "fiancé" will be jealous.

It was easy to fix a table of meals, but there were four people eating, and the meal was embarrassing.

Miss Sophie only cares about eating and drinking, Zhang Ang is also silent, and d'Artagnan peeks at Miss Sophie from time to time.

Only the Count of Marceau had a conversation with d'Artagnan:

"How is Your Majesty's health?"

"It's good, you often practice martial arts with us. ”

"Is the situation in the city okay?"

"Well, it's pretty stable at the moment, but there are more spies from various countries. ”

"You're still used to living in Luntu City, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm not the kind of pampered second-generation aristocrat. ”

Then they chatted about current affairs at home and abroad, and the meal was over. D'Artagnan also took his leave and left.

Eating at the same table with his rival, Zhang Ang felt that he was about to commit embarrassment.

When he came to the martial arts arena in the afternoon, Zhang Ang couldn't help but ask: "Miss Sophie, you have obviously rejected Lord d'Artagnan, why do you still practice martial arts with him?"

Miss Sophie looked back with a smile on her face: "What, are you jealous?"

"No, I'm just curious. Zhang Ang hurriedly denied it.

"Because now in the whole city of Luntu, there are only three people who have the ability to guide me in martial arts, I can't always trouble my father, and I can't go to the church to find Bishop Martin, you say, who should I go to?" Miss Sophie asked rhetorically.

"Okay, I see. Zhang Ang nodded.

"Do you know why I rejected d'Artagnan?" asked Miss Sophie again

"Isn't it because you want to stay in Luntu City to revitalize your family business? Zhang Ang was a little strange.

"The revitalization of the family business is naturally one reason, but the other reason is that d'Artagnan is his majesty's man. Miss Sophie had a serious countenance.

"Your Majesty's people, what does it matter?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"Do you know what the royal coat of arms for us is in France?" asked Miss Sophie rhetorically.

"It's muskets and blood roses. Zhang Ang replied.

"And what about our Marceau?" asked Miss Sophie again.

"It's the blade and the rose. Zhang Ang replied again.

"My dear little Leonardo, you must know that this rose is a kind of rose!" said Miss Sophie.

"Ah, doesn't that mean ......" Zhang Ang's mouth opened wide.

"Yes, my Marceau family is one of the four founding families of France, and my ancestor is the brother of the founding king of France, and it is the prince's family with strong roots!" Miss Sophie straightened her chest and belly, and her eyes were full of pride.

"Ah, then why is it just the earl of such a small town now?" Zhang Ang was a little puzzled.

"My family originally lived in the southern town of Nice, guarding the south gate of France, but there were only a few changes of imperial power, and our family was in the wrong place, and there was a dispute with the royal family, and the family was not as good as a day, and now, only my father and I are left. After saying that, Miss Sophie's eyes looked a little dark.

"Isn't there a way to do it? can't we have a good relationship with the royal family anymore?" Zhang Ang was still puzzled.

"We don't want to, but it's easier said than done. Miss Sophie was in a low tone, reluctant to go on.

But the afternoon practice began.

I don't know if it's because I've been suffocated in the morning, or because I'm not in a good mood for this conversation, Miss Sophie's "teaching" has become more severe.

After a few rounds, Zhang Ang was out of breath and sweating.

But the "teaching" continued until Zhang Ang completely lost a trace of strength and could not move a finger, and Miss Sophie let him go.

After wiping the medicine, Miss Sophie instructed: "Your move has also made a little progress now, but this practice of internal strength cannot be put down. ”

"However, my practice of internal strength ......" Zhang Ang was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to tell Miss Sophie the truth.

"I know, you're not practicing your family's crazy bull power now, I knew when I saw your first move yesterday, you need to go to the beach to practice, right?" said Miss Sophie.

"Uh, yes. Zhang Ang had no choice but to admit it.

"Okay, you'll go to the beach to practice later, it's okay. Miss Sophie instructed.

"However, this Bishop Martin ......" Zhang Ang was a little worried.

"I'll go to church, you don't have to worry, after all, you're my fiancé, and I'm back. Miss Sophie said domineeringly.