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"If there is any problem, it can be said now."

After hitting a whole set of Miao Dao, although Jiang Qingxue still maintained her indifferent face, Lin An could faintly hear the turbulence in her heart.

'If you find fault again, I'll let you try for yourself whether this Miao Dao can cut people. ’

Vaguely, he seemed to hear what she said in her heart.

The talent of this mind reader is really unexpectedly useful.

"Teach me to play again."

Lin An stretched out her hand and motioned her to give her the Miao Dao to play with.

Jiang Qingxue was about to open her mouth to refuse, but then she thought about it—this person likes to pick on pricks.

The length of this Miao Dao is one meter six. For ordinary people who do not understand swordsmanship, let alone practice swordsmanship routines, people who are tired can sweat profusely just by putting on a posture.

Might as well let him try it and let him know that even if it is a routine, martial arts is not so easy to practice!

Jiang Qingxue turned the hilt of the knife towards him, and repeatedly warned: "I can teach you, but you have to remember that this knife can really hurt people. Even if my knife didn't have a sharp edge, it was quite heavy when I made it."

"If you flail around, not to mention hitting me, you're hitting yourself, ranging from bruises at light, to bones in severe cases."

Lin An took over the handle of the knife, only to feel that the weight in his hand is really good, not to mention the light weight, just lifting one hand feels a little clumsy.

"I see, I'll take it slow, you just teach me." Lin An didn't care too much, and carefully followed what he had just seen before, posing a starting position with both hands holding a knife.

Jiang Qingxue raised her brows and made a small voice: "Huh?"

"You don't have to learn how to hold a knife. You and I have different arm spans, shoulder widths and heights. You don't need to move your front hands, and you can hold your back hands farther away."

Jiang Qingxue's voice fell, and Lin An guessed and felt the movement of holding the knife a few times, and soon found a comfortable position for holding the knife.

"Practice?" She narrowed her eyes.

Lin An shook his head: "Miao Dao's first time."

He didn't say that he had never practiced weapons at all. It was the first time in his life that he had touched a real cold weapon.

Afraid of hitting her badly.

"...The first move."

I always feel like there is something wrong with this guy.

Jiang Qingxue blinked suspiciously, and took a long sword in his hand. Anyway, it was just to practice his posture, let him take a look first, and then correct his movements.

Lin An watched her movements attentively, and then slowly played the routine again. During the period, if the movements were not standard, Jiang Qingxue would also correct it aloud. The body seems to be saying: I remember.

"I'll try it myself."

After Lin An finished speaking, he saw Jiang Qingxue take a few steps back, and frowned and said, "Don't be in a hurry, if the knife flies out of your hand, it won't cost a few hundred dollars."

"Don't break my room."

Although she said that, she didn't stop her, and Lin An practiced by herself.

Miao Dao, a weapon like this, really fights, half of the strength, the other half of the power actually comes from inertia.

The faster you hit, the weight of the weapon itself will bring greater inertia. With the help of this inertial force, you can not only reduce the energy consumption, but also increase the power.

On the contrary, the slower you play, the more you test your physical fitness. Arm strength is the most important, followed by core strength.

Lin An was playing slowly. He had only practiced twice before, and he was sweating all over his body. At this moment, he was playing slowly by himself, and he felt that all the muscles in his body were moving.

Compared to being tired, he felt more... refreshed!

It's more efficient than just doing push-ups.

He had only eaten his stomach before he came, and at this moment it seemed like he couldn't run out of energy. He finished the fight slowly, and without waiting for Jiang Qingxue to make a sound, he quickened his speed and came again.

By the third time, Jiang Qingxue had already looked straight.

The more Lin An fights, the more enjoyable it is. It was originally a fixed routine. When it came to the third time, he completely surrendered to his instinct. It seemed that there were enemies with weapons one after another. His swords were flying like a dragon hovering in the air.

The enemies he meditated on were like mustards, and he was easily cut into two pieces.

The wind was loud, and this Miao Dao seemed to be an extension of his siblings.

After the third round, he did not stop, sometimes turning around with the Miao Dao and sweeping, and sometimes bowing abruptly and provoking, jumping and slashing.

It has nothing to do with the Jiang family's Miao Dao routine.

Jiang Qingxue was entangled and wanted to stop him, but inexplicably, from the shadow of the knife he played, she could see a completely different charm from before. Compared with the moves she had practiced before, Lin An's knife technique became more concise and clear. Meanwhile.

But it suddenly made her feel a sense - this is what the so-called killing swordsmanship looks like.

Originally, some parts of her swordsmanship that looked a little fancy were missing, leaving only the most concise way of exerting force and the fastest slashing method.

A Miao Dao swung like a windmill, and while spinning, with the help of inertia, Lin An was not a tyrannical force at this time, but it shot several times the lethality.

When Lin An stopped gasping for breath, carrying the Miao Dao, and closed his eyes to feel the summary, the simple white half sleeves were already soaked with sweat, and the muscles were clearly defined, and it was a bit...

Jiang Qingxue looked away involuntarily: "Have you really never practiced Miao Dao?"

Lin An put down the Miao Dao with some fondness, picked up the scabbard that had been placed in the corner before, and put it back into the scabbard.

"Yeah, I really didn't expect this Miao Dao to be so happy wielding it."

He was sweating all over at the moment, but he didn't feel tired at all. His heartbeat was very fast, but he didn't feel breathless at all. Instead, his blood was surging all over his body, which made him have the urge to fight someone.

Lin An finally couldn't hold back.

"Can you practice with me? Use a wooden knife or something, you should have it here, right?"

Jiang Qingxue's eyes widened slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "Actual combat?"

"I'm sorry, this I..." She didn't finish her sentence.

Lin An suddenly interrupted her and stretched out a finger: "I will tell you a number, 10,000 yuan, as long as you are willing to accompany me to practice knives."

"I will try my best to avoid all possible injuries. If I accidentally injure you, the medical bill will be charged separately." His eyes were filled with impatient color.

Jiang Qingxue froze in place.

She opened her mouth nono.

Finally, he lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said a cold sentence.

"Then let's try and click until we reach it."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Qingxue and Lin An, holding wooden seedling knives, appeared in a remote corner of the park in the county seat.

When Jiang Qingxue held the Miao Dao and looked at Lin An who was eager to try, a trance flashed in his eyes: How did this happen suddenly?

After a mobile phone transfer screen flashed in my head.

Jiang Qingxue let out a sigh of relief, and a trace of indifference flashed in her eyes as if she had been played badly: No way, he gave...too much! *

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