"Master, when will I teach me a new trick?"

After returning from two classes in the afternoon, Zhen Lang and Ren Jian started a death date.

After twenty games, he brought up the mysterious trick again.

Ren Jian Heyi typed dissatisfiedly: "A naughty child, you want to learn to run before you learn to climb?"

Zhen Lang: "Didn't you teach me today?"

Man and Sword: "My original words are, if you can satisfy me today, I will call you. I am very dissatisfied with your performance."

Zhen Lang: "What's wrong with me today?"

The human sword unity: "You give me the feeling that you are quite impetuous and can't calm down. You always think about learning what kind of killing skills."

Zhen Lang was confused: "Is it wrong to learn the ultimate skill?"

Man and Sword Combination: "If you don't have solid basic skills, it's useless to learn the ultimate skill. Besides, people who do not have basic skills can learn the ultimate skill? This is like playing football. For a beginner who doesn't even have the least sense of ball, can you still expect him to ride a bicycle to surpass others?"

Zhen Lang calmed down and typed weakly: "Master, you are right, but am I that weak? I don't even have the minimum sense of ball? This is too shocking."

The human sword unity: "You have only learned from my teacher for a few days. I said you are a beginner, you are a beginner."

Zhen Lang thought about it carefully and typed: "Master, you are right. I have been busy with the land relics these two days and have a little sleep-deprived. I haven't even watched the video of my battle with you. I feel that my performance today is not as good as yesterday."

"It's pretty good to have this kind of awareness." The man and sword shook together, and he looked like a famous teacher: "Essence is diligent, wastefulness is playful. It is possible for everyone to study battle videos for a few days. After ten or eight years of persistence in studying battle videos, few people in the world can do it. Master gives you eight words: Life is short, and the key is persistence."

Zhen Lang: "Thank you, Master, for your good advice, I remember it."

Man and Sword: "I don't want to listen to this, you understand."

Zhen Lang understood in seconds: "Master, thank you for your profound and profound teachings like Jirai."

The human sword unites one: "If you have a genital, you can say it again."

Zhen Lang was indeed very kind: "I said your words were like Jirai in Naruto. They were full of literature and art, literature and art reveals vicissitudes, connotation, and profound meanings in their connotation."

"Well, my master didn't accept your disciple in vain." The human sword and unite seemed to be very helpful, so he took the initiative to talk to Zhen Lang: "Advisor, Master is also a man, I understand some things. You performed abnormally just now, and you shot so tilted the wall, obviously your hands were shaking and your mouse was out of control. To be honest, did you rub a pipe before you fought me?"

Seeing this, Zhen Lang felt as if he had no face to face the elders of Jiangdong.

Shuimi'er was watching Zhen Lang typing, and her face was so blushed that it was almost dripping with water.

According to today's plot of "Dating for many years and having deep feelings", both of them are involved in the role, and their feelings are indeed very deep. Zhen Lang just returned to the warm hut after school, and Shuimi'er rushed over and leaned on him. The relationship between them broke out, and then she helped him get a trick.

Then, Zhen Lang washed for a while before he started to fight with the human sword.

In the past, Shumier just thought that human-sword integration was funny, but today she realized that this master was amazing.

Just from Zhen Lang's operation, the other party actually guessed that Zhen Lang had sucked a piece of it. This ability is too amazing!

Shumier dares to bet that even Su Jie can’t see the tricks here.

Zhen Lang struggled for a while and typed: "Master, let's not talk about such a topic, right?"

"Stop talking, I understand." Ren Jian Heyi said, and typed a few more words: "Don't you Lingbo Weibu?"

Zhen Lang was stunned when he heard this: "Lingbo Weibu in the Tianlong Ba Tribe?"

"No, this is a routine that I have studied level 20 skills and conceived. I haven't entered the practical stage yet. I will demonstrate it to you in person." Human and Swordsman fight, haha, and quickly changed the topic: "You have learned the transfer of the astral realm, why haven't you used it in the past two days?"

Zhen Lang typed: "Master, I will fight you at level 20 and 19. Using this skill is too bullying."

"I can't tell, you still have a bit of a master's dignity." Ren Jian Heyi praised it little and typed it again: "You can use it and try your best to fight me. To be fair, I'll go and fight you again."

Zhen Lang almost slipped under the sofa. What kind of weird thing is this mysterious master?

"I can't stand it anymore. Your master must be a retired professional player. Su Jie said that many professional players are so vulgar." Shuimi'er stood up and no longer looked at the computer screen. She blushed and said, "I'm going to treat everyone tonight tonight, so we won't go out for dinner. Husband, how about I go buy some takeout?"

Zhen Lang: "Just call takeaway, just keep it with me."

Shuimi'er: "Anyway, there is a snack street downstairs. I want to go to the store to pick it up and bring it back to you."

Zhen Lang was very moved: "Okay, wife, thank you for your hard work, be careful on the road."

Shuimi'er showed a gentle and cute smile: "Honey, come on, win, how many times will you win against your wretched master!"

In this sweet atmosphere, the beauty went out.

Zhen Lang was experiencing that Jian Heyi was bleeding. He calmed down and studied the recently recorded battle video.

Before I knew it, half an hour passed.

Shumier, who had been out for a walk, has returned and is busy in the kitchen.

Zhen Lang didn't wait anymore and ran to the kitchen to help.

Then, he and Shumier had a good and affordable dinner, which was very happy.

At around six o'clock, the man and sword merged finally appeared: "Advisor, where is the man?"

When Zhen Lang looked at the watch, he was impressed on the spot: "Master, how many times have you been rubbing me in 55 minutes?"

The man and sword unite: "Fuss, just once."

Zhen Lang: "Can it last so long at one time?"

Man and Sword Combination: "The teacher likes to wear 35 condoms to find the lasting and mysterious pleasure"

Zhen Lang was scared and secretly glad that Shuimi'er was changing clothes next door and didn't see this vulgar dialogue.

At half past six, the two continued the next thirty duels.

Zhen Lang had enough food and drink, and a beautiful wife cheered up and returned to her courage.

And the person who had just beaten the sword was one, and his state was slid down.

In the next thirty games, Zhen Lang created 6 wins, 3 draws and 21 losses.

Although this record is still terrible, it is Zhen Lang's most gorgeous record since he met the integration of human and swords.

Responsibly, he set a new record.

Before today, in 50 duels every day, he won five times with the highest winning rate.

And on this evening, after fifty games, he won the opponent seven times!

Zhen Lang finally understood why there were several times before that he always felt that his master was not in the state.

At that time, he thought that he performed extremely well, or that his state of unity between man and sword was too sluggish.

Until today, he realized the truth

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Chapter completed!