The longer I get along with Gu Fenghua, the more I admire her strength. I have long wanted to find a chance to ask her for advice. It's just because everyone has different skills, different sword skills, and too big a gap in cultivation, so they haven't found any opportunities.

"Draw the sword." Gu Fenghua smiles.

"Good." Ron drew out his sword with a brush, and his face was full of excited smiles.

But soon, she couldn't laugh.

"Pa!" With a crisp sound, the scabbard wrapped in the silk cloth was heavily drawn on Lorne's back.

"Ah..." poor Miss Luo screamed and fell on the ground.

"Slow down, slow down. You're too fast. I can't see anything clearly. How can I stop it?" Lorne raised his head and looked at Gu Fenghua pitifully. There was a little smile on his face.

"I'm already very slow. It's because you're too slow. Come again." As soon as the words fell, Gu Fenghua smashed out with another sword.

"Wait, don't..." Before Ron finished speaking, he fell on the ground with another scream.

"It's too slow. Is that how you comprehend the sword skill?" Gu Fenghua, like a changed person, severely reprimanded him and smashed out with a sword.

"I haven't realized anything yet." Lorne said plaintively.

"Then understand immediately." When he said this, there was another crisp sound. Poor Miss Luo, once again, lay on the ground with no image.

"Don't you agree to have a duel? Do you need to start so hard?" Lorne tearful eyes, a sad face, a helpless face said.

"In fact, when I was taught Guiyuan eight swords, my brothers also said that the time of life and death is often the best time to understand the sword skills of Gongfa. This is the best shortcut to practice. There is no one." When he said this, Gu Fenghua's sword hit heavily again.

In fact, Gu Fenghua doesn't have Lorne's strange hobby of building happiness on other people's pain, and she never wants her best friend to be hurt at all. But she knows very well that if she doesn't do so, Lorne can't realize breaking the air and chopping the waves in three months. For her safety, she can only be cruel.

"It's so painful, help me, I'm going to kill someone, help me, help me..." so, in the quiet yard for many days, Miss Luo screamed one after another, and the scabbard fell on her body.

"Well, why bother? Even if there was something that didn't look good in the past, just beat it for a few hours. Why do you lay such a heavy hand? It's all your own people." White fat man looked at Luo en, who didn't know when Gu Fenghua had turned him into a pig. He said sympathetically, but with a bad smile at the corner of his mouth, he almost engraved the word "schadenfreude" on his forehead.

"I said that." Ye colorless a little depressed said. I wanted to speak, but I didn't know what I wanted to say.

"Let me say it's fun once, and you'll talk about it later." Said the fat man.

"For a while?" Ye colorless strange looking at the white fat man.

The white fat man was stunned. He suddenly realized that this sentence seemed to be a bit unlucky. He also had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Well, stop whistling and have a rest." Gu Fenghua finally let Luo en go. The scabbard pointed to the white fat man, "beautiful man, it's your turn."

"Me?" The foreboding turned into reality, and the white fat man's face changed greatly.