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50. If the king won the world (6)

In order to achieve her goal, she could selectively ignore the incomprehensible expressions of the guards. She worked hard, and she didn't have high hopes for Ye Jin, just to learn the martial arts skills of this world. Who wants to accidentally insert a willow into the shadow, and actually

Dig the treasure back for her.

That kid's martial arts skills are surprisingly good.

"Miss, you are playing with these dangerous things again!"

The familiar harsh voice sounded, making Xiang Xue frown helplessly. With a turn of his wrist, the dagger rotated 360 degrees in the palm of his hand and was safely put into the bag.

"Wanxiang, your ears are buzzing. Keep your voice down, keep your voice down." He grinned ingratiatingly, and someone tried to change the subject: "I asked you to move the wooden figure back to the yard..." [

"Miss, you can't keep doing this. These knives and guns are no better than embroidery needles..."

After thinking about it ten thousand times, Xiang Xue's pink and tender face completely collapsed, and she had no choice but to endure. She once tried to resist Zhu Wanxiang's "nagging magic", but it turned out that she had to

Agreeing to the "unreasonable request", the personal maid resolutely followed him to the martial arts training ground to observe. She was obviously about to be frightened and turned pale, but she still refused to leave.

"If Wanxiang is no longer around, who will take care of the young lady? There are not many good people in the palace!"

Xiang Xue touched his eyebrows and smiled faintly. This is the disadvantage of being foolish and loyal, but to the ears, it doesn't feel bad.

"Do it again!" A loud shout rang out, causing everyone to come to their senses. Looking sideways, He Qingyun had a cold face, while Ye Jin's clothes had already been soaked with a steady stream of sweat, showing that he was lean but not thin.

Figure. For a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, Ye Jin's physical condition is indeed excellent.

At this time, he was holding his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, and the sweat on his forehead fell into the soil along his red cheeks. He Qingyun held an iron rod as thick as a bowl, with his exposed arms

With knotted veins and thick eyebrows raised, he hit Ye Jin hard without showing any mercy.

"Well!"

"Aren't you very capable? You haven't laid the foundation well, and you just want to fly high. I won't kill you!"

He Qingyun's eyes were full of incorrigible anger. He originally thought it was just a little girl's whim, and she randomly took people around her in order to repay her kindness, and even pointed out that he should be the teacher. The prince doted on his daughter, but he had nothing to say.

I just planned to teach a few tricks to fool people, but who would have thought that this kid's aptitude turned out to be very good.

The younger you start practicing martial arts, the better. It is generally very difficult to learn martial arts from scratch until you are thirteen or fourteen years old. Your bones have gradually become fixed and your toughness will become worse and worse. However, Ye Jin is an anomaly. His physical condition is so good.

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Out of his ambition, he originally wanted to teach him well. Under normal circumstances, within ten years, this kid would definitely be better than his predecessors. Who would have thought...

"Guard He, the prince has something urgent to ask for. Please come over immediately." Manager Zhao interrupted hastily, interrupting He Qingyun's angry movements, allowing Ye Jin, who fell to the ground and huddled in pain, to have more time to breathe.

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"Before I come back, if you still can't practice that move well, don't do it again!"
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