After one stick of incense.

In a peach blossom forest.

The unique geographical environment of the island is as warm as spring, so that the dry peach branches still have some pink colors in this season, adding a touch of brilliance to the world.

At this moment, a battle has just ended.

Rotten peach blossoms all over the ground fall.

Standing alone, lying down alone.

Standing was Qiu Daoyu. He silently put away the broken knife in his hand, then rubbed his hands awkwardly, and tried hard to hold it in his smile:

"Ahem, that's it, no, it's okay, young master, if you have no experience at the beginning, it's like this."

He swore to God that he was definitely using all his strength to let go of water just now.

Originally, the two sides had to fight back and forth, looking evenly matched.

But it was just a matter of the young master's pose that he was too tempting. When he was not careful, he couldn't help but gently stroke the tempting flaw along the tempting flaw.

It's really just a light move.

Then,

There is nothing else.

The person lying down is naturally Jiang Ping.

"You don't need to comfort me."

He lay on the ground in a large shape, his chest slightly undulating, with a faint knife mark on it, which he could release at a moment's touch.

The breeze gently blew on the ends of his hair, teasing him mischievously.

"It seems that I really don't have the fighting talent."

"I'm a useless person."

"What can I do if I break through? What's the use of a higher level of martial arts? I can only bully someone lower than me, I'm a scum!"

The tone is decadent and full of loneliness.

It's like a salted fish that doesn't want to turn over.

This is obviously a high-spirited journey to break through and show off, so why do you have to come here to find abuse by yourself and find what kind of presence is found in Lao Qiu?

I thought I could at least hold on until I shouted out the word "success", but the battle ended in the blink of an eye.

But that knife is so fast!

Jiang Ping could still vaguely recall the shadow of the scoop just now.

Lao Qiu's knife has no reflection, only a piece of black. When it turns black in front of him, the knife is basically on his neck.

"No, young master!"

Qiu Daoyu said with a very serious expression:

"The young master just lacks combat experience. In fact, the young master's response was a masterpiece of magic and touching, which is what I have seen in my life.

If the young master is allowed to practice martial arts routines, and cooperate with this unique talent.

That's amazing,

The martial arts world in the future will definitely have a place for young masters.”

Qiu Daoyu's serious expression made people unable to tell whether this sentence is true or false.

"real?"

Jiang Ping expressed his doubts.

But what happened to this little throbbing in my heart?

Hey hey hey, Jiang Ping, do you really believe it?

Honest people can also lie!

Qiu Daoyu nodded and asked, "Young Master, have you ever told lies when I see me?"

"No."

Jiang Ping also nodded seriously, then he got up from the ground and let go of Qiu Daoyu's thighs.

Qiu Daoyu grinned in pain and secretly rubbed his thigh that had been ravaged by the young master just now.

I have never seen such a guy who holds people on their thighs when they have disagreements. His posture is so skillful that it is simply scary.

Jiang Ping also touched his chin and muttered:

"It seems that there is no need for a trick. Normal combat power must be gradually improved. Lao Qiu is the last big wave of ss. Let's start with the little monsters."

His eyes turned and he looked at Long Dafu, who was looking at this place in the distance.

It's decided that it's you.

"Dafu, come here, let's compete!"

Jiang Ping shouted to Long Dafu who was watching the show.

"Young Master, I just seemed to hear the rooster in the kitchen laying eggs. I have to go back and take a look."

Long Dafu jumped thirty feet and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He is not stupid.

Lao Qiu just finished attacking the young master. If he dared to go up, wouldn’t he just send a sandbag to vent his anger and regain confidence?

As for fighting with the young master, haha, how could Mr. Long be such an unwise person?

The mind of his own young master is a rare little girl in his life.

Seeing Long Dafu running away, Jiang Ping stared at Qiu Daoyu again:

"Lao Qiu, I can only let you down for a moment and then fight again."

Qiu Daoyu spread his hands and said helplessly: "Young master, it's really inappropriate."

Jiang Ping looked confident: "It's okay, you are not allowed to take action this time."

"This...well."

...

Bang!

A figure drew a high parabola in an unusually graceful posture and then landed heavily on the ground.

Click!

A burst of dust aroused.

Jiang Ping rubbed his butt and said viciously to Qiu Daoyu:

"You are not allowed to use your right leg this time!"

...

call out!

It was still the same posture as before, with the same curve, but this time the face hit the ground first and drew a long line on the ground.

With a slap, it’s also a blessing that he is thick-skinned, otherwise he would have to be disfigured.

"hiss……"

Jiang Ping used his tongue to push half of his swollen face, sucking in the cold air while adding rules:

"The left leg cannot be used either."

...

Pang!

In the air, a violent shock wave burst out, blowing the air to pieces.

At the same time, a figure twisted his face, bowed his body and was knocked away in the air, then hit the tree trunk, and fell down the peach blossoms on the ground.

"Puff! Bah!"

Jiang Ping spit out a mouthful of petals in disgust and muttered:

"Only use one hand to fight me!"

"Ha! I'll fight!!"

...

Puff puff puff!!!

The trunks kept shaking, and the little buds that had finally grown were ruined.

"No, no, no, no, no, no."
To be continued...