Chapter 10: : Hsiori Mori

In a twinkling of an eye, one month passed, and Xia Yan adapted to the learning life of the Zhenyang Lingshu Academy, and settled down at the Zhenyang Lingshu College. Eight?? One Chinese network W≈WW. 81ZW. COM
At this time, Xia Yan is holding a bamboo knife and working with other students in the second class to make a vibration in the training room.
In the past month, with the taking of the spirit food, Xia Yan felt that the spiritual pressure was greatly improved, and it was almost close to the fifth-class pressure.
After training for half an hour, Xia Yan’s forehead has already appeared fine sweat. At this time, the swordsman teacher Tsuruta Hiroshi said:
Well, the training is over, everyone is really learning, I will assign you opponents.

"A scattered well, you and Jiliang Yihe."
"Kondo, you and Gui Youwu."
"..."
The opponent of the group of Tsuruta Kenji, and finally the last person of the boy, Xia Yan, who is just twelve years old, said: "Xia Yan, you and the young son of a group of peaches."
Xia Yan is young and not tall, only one meter four or five, which is about ten centimeters lower than the other boys.
The young Mori peach is also short among the girls, only one meter five, but the age is big, just to be Xia Yan's opponent.
After assigning a good group, Xia Yan came to the front of the young Sentao and stared at the young Sentao.
The young Sen Peach is small and thin, and the dark head is wrapped up behind her head. It looks beautiful, fair-skinned, and has a pair of smart eyes.
Compared with Xia Yan’s preoccupation, the young Sentao is somewhat careless. She feels that Xia Yan is a child, so she is not in the heart.
Hsiao Sentao looked at Xia Yan and said with a smile: "Xia Yan, I didn't expect you to be my opponent, you attack."
With the words of Hsien Mori, Xia Yan’s right foot suddenly stepped out, the moment of landing, the left heel, while the bamboo knife in his hand squatted from top to bottom, turning into a residual image, attacking the young Mori door.
boom.
Under the rush of the young Mori peach, only the bamboo knife that had been lifted in his hand was placed in front of him and was beaten.
Huge force came, and the bamboo knife in the hands of the young Sentao almost came out.
And just in the moment when the young Mori peach re-holds the bamboo knife, the bamboo knife in the hand of Xia Yan has already pointed the neck of the young Sentao.
The young Sentao looked awkward and couldn’t believe it, but then she became defeated.
Xia Yan took back the bamboo knife and went to the younger peach tree and said, "I am rude."
Hsiao Sentao is a bit stunned. She did not think that Xia Yan was so powerful, but she defeated herself in an instant.
Ridiculously, I also thought that Xia Yan was a child, and he was not his opponent at all.
Hsiao Sentao remembered the performance just now, her face was a little rosy, and she saw the expression of Xia Yanyi, and some dissatisfied said: "Come back."
Hsiatsu Mori once again took the bamboo knife in his hand, staring at Xia Yan, looking alert.
She blamed her for being defeated. The other is a genius with a fourth-class pressure, but she is short, only 11 years old, and her arms are thinner than herself. She believes that she should be careful. Be careful, you can't lose to this little boy.
However, at the end of the young mother's heart, Xia Yan took another step forward, using the foot, one step to the face of the young Sentao.
With the advancement of the body, the bamboo knife in the hand squats from top to bottom. During the process of cutting the bamboo knife, the left and right hands are twisted toward the inside, and the strength of the hands is poured into the bamboo knife and gathered on the tip of the knife. .
boom.
The young Sen peach responded extremely quickly, and it was in front of the body in time, but then came a huge force, which shook the young man’s arm.
"Great power."
Hsiung Mori's pink teeth bite, and my heart is a little shocked. This time, Xia Yan's strength is bigger than the previous one. I really don't know how this little bit is so strong, but fortunately I prepared myself to resist this blow.
At the moment when the bamboo knife was blocked, Xia Yan stepped back in time and opened the distance.
The importance of regressing is undoubted. Xia Yan in the hanging area has already known that it is not only to avoid the enemy's possible counterattack, but also to stay away from the power of the reserve, and to adjust the attack mode in time through the actions of the enemy.
Xia Yan stepped back, and the young Mori peach stepped forward and scored the same.
Xia Yan took a step back again. The bamboo knife of the young Mori peach crossed the distance of one centimeter in front of the tip of Xia Yan's nose. At the moment when the bamboo knife fell, Xia Yan had already stabbed the knife and fell on the chest of the young Sen peach.
Xia Yan’s movements are simple and powerful, but it’s just a few simple tricks to defeat the younger son, and it’s too easy.
Hsiao Sentao looked at the bamboo knife in front of him and felt that she was too careless. She should not take the initiative to attack after the other party opened the distance.
"Come back."
Hsiatsu Mori once again challenged, but after several moves, Hsien Mori was spotted by Xia Yan’s bamboo knife.
"Come back."
Hsiatsu Mori challenged Xia Yan again and again, but the result was very clear. She would lose every time she had ten strokes.
With her familiarity with Xia Yan's moves, there are more and more supportive tricks, but they can only resist in front of them. Once they try to fight back, they will be defeated only by one stroke.
The young Mori peach is in a hurry, and the fine sweat on his forehead slowly slides down in the pretty face of the day.
With the constant failure, the mood of the young Mori is getting more and more anxious, aiming at an opportunity, and the bamboo knife hits Xia Yan’s chest straight.
Xia Yan took a step forward to the left and easily escaped. At the moment of walking, the bamboo knife in his hand swayed and cut the neck of the younger peach.
In the face of Xia Yan's bamboo knife, the young Sentao tried to block the knife, but according to his own degree, it was too late to block the blow.
Hsiao Sen's heart is in a hurry, as much as possible to adjust the amount of power, awkward, unconsciously used the spiritual power.
After the Lingzi blooms, the degree of the young Sentao is accelerated several times, and Xia Yan’s swaying wave is blocked by a knife. The huge force will fly the bamboo knife in the hand of Xia Yan, and at the same time, it will be cut out.
This knife is fast, and in the blink of an eye, it is the door of Xia Yan.
How can Xia Yan expect that the younger son will use the spirit, and there is no time to react. The subconscious moving body is still being shouldered.
Hey.
The bamboo knife in the hands of the young Mori was hit on the shoulder of Xia Yan, and Xia Yan’s shoulder bone was directly crushed, and a painful feeling came.
"what!"
Xia Yan gave a sigh, fell to the ground, licking his shoulders, his face pale.
Seeing this scene, Hsien Mori lived, and realized that he had done something.
I just wanted to win, and I used the spirits subconsciously and wounded Xia Yan.
"You, you are fine."
Hsien Sen peach was in a hurry, throwing a wooden knife and running to Xia Yan, came to Xia Yan, still not standing still, was pushed to the ground by a figure:
"Give me away."
Appearing in front of Xia Yan is A Sanjing, who is the most concerned about Xia Yan. In the first moment of Xia Yan’s injury, he came to Xia Yan’s body and helped his body.
A Spai asked in anxiously: "Xia Yan, how do you feel?"
Xia Yan bit his teeth and said: "The bones have been interrupted."
Hsien Mori quickly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
A Sanjing face was cold and cold, and he took a look at the young Sentao. He said: "The teacher has said that it is not allowed to use spiritual power. You use spiritual power. I think you are deliberate."
"I really didn't mean it."
In the young forest, the tears are spinning, and I want to say something, but at this time, the swordsman teacher Tsuruta Hiroshi came to the side and groped at Xia Yan’s shoulder. With Xia Yan’s more painful snoring, he sighed and said. : "The shoulder bone is broken, the clavicle is crushed, and the injury is not too light."
A Spai asked in anxiously, "What should I do?"
The swordsman teacher Tsuruta Hiroshi said calmly: "Don't worry, the Sifan team has a special training class at the Shinyang Esoteric Academy. The teacher is the squad leader of the Sifan team medical rescue class, enough to treat all kinds of injuries. Love, you go Look for the teacher."
"Yes."
A Spai Rinji stood up and ran to the medical class.