Loulan, sitting at the entrance of Bingfeng Dojo, was bored.≤

When he saw Ai Hui with a bruised nose and swollen face, he tilted his head and asked, "Ai Hui, has something happened?"

When Ai Hui saw Loulan, his dim eyes suddenly lit up. Without saying a word, he pulled Loulan to push the door and entered: "Do you a favor!"

When Loulan heard the help, she immediately stood up and said with a happy tone: "Okay."

Pulling Loulan into the dojo, Ai Hui chose an open place to stand, and asked Loulan seriously: "Beat me!"

Loulan widened his eyes, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"Come on, beat me up! Beat me up!" Ai Hui cheered up with encouragement.

He hit all the way, but there was still a lot of gold, gold, silver and silver in his body. However, all his physical strength was squeezed out. Not to mention hitting, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. Besides, after entering the city, he didn't dare to hit him casually. If he hit him, he couldn't afford to pay.

When he saw Loulan, he immediately came up with this wonderful idea.

It can not only achieve the impact effect, but also does not require one's own energy to consume.

Loulan looked at Ai Hui seriously with her head tilted, her tone with a hint of concern: "Ai Hui, are you sick?"

"I'm not sick, this is practicing." Ai Hui racked his brains to explain: "This is a special cultivation method I created."

"That's how..." Loulan suddenly realized.

"Come on, come on!" Ai Hui was excited: "Be heavier, the heavier the better. Don't be afraid of hurting me. Don't worry, I have a strong bearing capacity!"

"But, Loulan won't fight." Loulan said weakly.

Ai Huiru was struck by lightning, staring at Loulan with wide eyes, and stuttered: "No, I won't fight?"

Fight, fight?

Ai Hui almost thought he had heard the word "fight" wrongly. He was really unfamiliar with the word "fight". As a senior professional fighting person who had been hard at the wilderness for three years, fighting? Such amateur vocabulary made him realize it after two seconds.

Wait, can’t fight? And can’t fight?

Ai Hui looked at Loulan blankly.

All the sand puppets he has seen are proficient in combat. They are cold and cunning, good at disguising and traps, and are unyielding in orders. They have various methods and are unpredictable. Each sand puppet is a real killing machine. The birth of the sand puppet is for combat.

For the first time he saw a sand puppet who couldn't fight.

Ai Hui asked subconsciously: "What will you do?"

Loulan calculated with his fingers: "Loulan can wash clothes, cook, buy vegetables, clean the room and yard, and make tea..."

Ai Hui was dumbfounded. He felt that his outlook on life was strongly impacted. Is this... still a sand puppet?

When he came to his senses, Ai Hui showed his powerful adaptability. Since he had no choice but to encourage him, "It's okay, I'll teach you!"

However, his tone was not confident.

Loulan was very energetic: "Loulan will work hard!"

As night fell, the gourds of Bingfeng Dojo lit up soft white light, making the dojo lit up, and the two figures entangled in the light.

"Your power is wrong this time. You are a sand puppet, and you have no joints. You can't just imitate me. Loulan, you are a sand puppet, which can be soft or hard, and when it should be soft, and when it should be hard. Yuan power is the key, use Yuan power to make your attack part harder."

"Harder than iron! Stronger than steel!"

"Pay attention to the angle! Yes, the angle of attack is very important, don't keep your energy!"

"I don't stop if I didn't shout, hiss, I've made progress! Oh, it's so cruel now! Use harder, ahhhh..."

Time keeps passing.

Loulan felt that he had made great progress, which made him very happy. It was a very happy thing to be able to learn new things. Although Ai Hui's hobby was a bit strange, it was also a very happy thing to be able to help Ai Hui.

He kept in mind what Ai Hui told him to "don't keep your energy" and fisted to the flesh.

Loulan had a beautiful fifteen consecutive hits, gathering a powerful critical hit, a louder sound than before. Ai Hui was like a pedestrian sandbag, drawing a graceful arc and flew ten meters away.

Beautiful job!

Loulan was very satisfied with the combo just now and made no mistakes.

Ai Hui lay on the ground dyingly, his eyes dissipated and his expression was dull.

Loulan bent down, looked at Ai Hui with his head tilted, and asked seriously: "Ai Hui, do we still need to continue practicing?"

Ai Hui could no longer feel the tingling pain, because the muscles in his body were all hurt, and the gold, gold, silver and hair were shaken away. Let's stop here today...

However, Ai Hui soon discovered a terrible fact. The muscles on his cheeks were numb from the critical hit just now, and he couldn't even open his mouth. Not only that, the muscles on his body were in a state of paralysis.

Did the one I taught Loulan just now was a shock attack? Damn, why did you teach him this?

"Ai Hui?" Loulan tilted her head: "Do we still need to continue practicing?"

Enough, enough, completely enough!

Ai Hui cried in his heart.

Loulan suddenly remembered and suddenly realized: "Loulan understands. Ai Hui just said, don't stop if you don't shout to stop! OK, let's continue! Loulan continues to work hard!"

One of Loulan's arms turned into sand ropes, rolled towards Ai Hui on the ground, muttering the words: "Harder than iron! Stronger than steel!"

No! Ai Hui's inner whine turned into horror, no no no! Hey hey hey! Enough, don't practice anymore, we won't practice anymore...

Bang bang bang bang!

Ai Hui was so heartbroken that Ai Hui watched as he was flooded by the heavy rain attack.

Duanmu had a gloomy face at dunmu. All the young men and friends who were familiar with him were far away from him. When this guy was in a bad mood, he must not provoke him. Now he is not just in a bad mood, but very, very bad!

They knew that Duanmu Xun was a guy who paid great attention to face. No matter when he saw him, he always looked elegant and graceful. When did he see him with such a dark face? And he looked worse day by day, his face was worse and worse, and his whole body was full of murderous intent, and he would avoid him from a distance.

Duanmu was in a very bad mood at dungeon. His eyes swept across the school building and his face turned darker again!

Damn it! Bastard!

His fists clenched into white knuckles.

That damn waste didn't come to class for several days!

He asked him to tutor a waste who had never been to elementary school before. His self-esteem was extremely frustrated. He tried his best to comfort himself, and to be a leader, he was a genius!

Reality gave him a cruel blow, and even the genius who swallowed his anger could not do anything to take advantage of a waste!

From the first day, he went to several beginners' training grounds, but he couldn't find Ai Hui, which made him feel bad. The beginner with a poor talent and a low starting point would accept him by pinching his nose. It would be fine if this guy didn't train. At worst, he could catch him and stare at him, but...

This guy doesn't even take classes!

Duanmu Xun just wants to curse her now. He has seen lazy people, but he has never seen such lazy people!

If you don’t even attend classes, why are you doing in the sensing field?

I finally put down my figure and condescend to my Master's guidance. What's the result? I can't even find anyone!

Duanmu's heart was filled with tears. God, why do you play with yourself like this? How unlucky is it to be so unfamiliar to get into such an outrageous thing? It is to be such an outrageous person!

When he thought of his name as a genius, he was about to be defiled by this waste, and the anger in Duanmu's heart was shaking.

Wait for me!

Duanmu was so angry that he felt angry at dungeon.
Chapter completed!