Summoner of Nightmares

19. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Oh, yeah.

Lin Sheng handles sticks, once to straight thrust.

He was confused in a group of learners, but carefully observed that his actions were the most standardized among them.

Chen Huan is next to hand crossed near chest, wrinkling.

“His progress is fast!”She's whispering.

The Xu Yi on the side had a warm cup of hot water.

“It's only three weeks, tsk tsk, it's like a genius of the astronomy sword. Looks like we got the baby. "

Chen Huan shakes his head:“There's no way to pick up the baby, we're not a regular institution, we can't really give him a athlete.

Even our trainers themselves are hanging out on the newspapers elsewhere. He wants a test, he only pays himself. "

“It's just a primary scholar, a grade or something early.”Xu Yi said with a smile, “But if you can get a prize back, then you can get Club alive?"

“Hope…”Chen Huan has a bit of a heart.

Speaking of the athlete line, you need to look at young people, reflect sensitivity, eat youth.

Naxi Sword Technique also has a competitive project throughout Xiling, which is much better than it is now halfway to death, provided that a municipal representative is available.

The entire sword Club is now underpinned by a few rich and two-generation investments, and daily marketing cannot be done at all.

To be honest, she and Du Xinlei have been teaching instructors at the restaurant, and only to increase some income and reduce spending.

“Actually, actually, we're just half-hung."Chen Huan helplessly said. "I learned Naxi Sword Technique for two years. Du Xinlei is also three years old. "

“It would not have been complex, and this is a combination of qualities, that's all the tricks, that's all.”Xu Yi laughed. "And… ”

She drank water again:“And, this Club, which was the product of Chen Young Master, who was having fun.

And you and Du Xinlei are so serious, so afraid of the damage, they won't get it up. "

“That's what you said…”Chen Huan was laughing.

She wants to say something, but the time has come for the trainee to practice the sword.

“All right, everybody, take note of it, now start practicing. Don't hit the head. The body was first touched, that is, lost. "Chen Huan drums and starts directing people to change their protective clothes and helmets.

Lin Sheng, a sweaty, beneath a wooden stick, can feel like he just woke up from the water, some kind of strange sense of familiarity, and was constantly correcting his practice.

“A little weird…It's hard, I change my dreams, and I can influence reality? ”

He's got a head.

Ever since he killed that decayed Swordsman in his dream, he woke up and didn't take that as a matter of fact.

And then when this trip starts to rehearse the sword again, he only concealed some mistakes.

The sense of the sword and its degree of cooperation, and before it was completely not a level.

He was like practicing a lot of times, some of which were very skilled, and others stayed only at the evacuation stage where the streets were known.

He's got a stick standing on the ground, some hair.

He just tested a few moves, and he found out where the problem was.

“My basic moves straight thrust, much more skilled than before…"

“It's…Did you say…? ”Lin Sheng pupil suddenly shrink, instantly thinking of changes in previous dreams.

“In my dreams, I also took decayed Swordsman and acquired the memory fragments and muscles of each other. And now even reality… ”

Lin Sheng's heart is silent for a while, and it's kind of upset.

This supernatural phenomenon gives him fear and expectation.

“What about the Black Feather City if the Raville that I killed was real? Have you ever really existed a place called Black Feather City? Is it real? ”

Lin Sheng's heart is creepy.

He realized that his dream was definitely not what he had thought before, but a little bit special.

Such a change can be achieved in the dream, whether it means that there are similar variables elsewhere in the world.

“The world, or the everyday world I thought?”Lin Sheng has a little tight hands on a stick.

“Lin Sheng! Feng Xia, you guys practice once. ”

Suddenly Chen Huan's voice woke him up from the lobby.

Lin Sheng looked around his eyes, and the relatively skilled Feng Xia in the learners had been standing opposite him, wearing protective clothes and helmets and holding black sticks.

Feng Xia is pulling the mask of the helmet out of Roof Form's shelf and putting the stick on the ear.

Lin Sheng reacted, and that's gonna start practicing. He was busy with bamboo helmets, wearing helmets, laying masks down, and seeing each other only through the wire network.

Other participants around the world have also been struggling and ready to start practicing.

Club is a new hand, and Lin Sheng saw two other classrooms next to him in just so few weeks.

Most of the participants attended several classes, and the initial enthusiasm went through, and no longer came.

Think about it, too, who would be willing to spend the rest of the day practicing sword, practicing better, a bullet solving it.

And this way, there's even a sword on the street.

“Prepare for each other, three, two, one, start.”Chen Huan has already split up, lifted his right arm, going next.

Lin Sheng swiftly raised sticks to the opposite Feng Xia.

Feng Xia, although a girl, has a weight of up to one hundred and eighty-three, as with Lin Sheng, 1.7 m, standing opposite, and looking at a grim.

When she saw Lin Sheng raise the stick, she was busy getting out of the stretch.

Chi!

In that brake, Lin Sheng Wood was a fake move from descending chop to straight thrust.

Black wooden sticks stabbed a distance, and hit the target one step earlier than the descending chop of Feng Xia.

Ah.

Feng Xia was stuck in his stomach. And the wooden stick fell. A loud, whoa.

Lin Sheng stood at the site and maintained the straight thrust posture, some stagnant.

Just a moment ago, he was almost capable of using straight thrust in Raville.

And then…

“It's working…”He doesn't change his face, but his heart is not shaking.

This straight thrust, in the war, is indeed much more brutal than the other actions he learned.

Feng Xia was better off than he did, but her sword was planning a distance than his sword was planning.

The distance between sword's edge and his opponent is the key element of a true victory in the event of a very different pace.

“Come again!”Feng Xia took a break and stood up, holding a stick out of the streets.

Lin Sheng was silent, and he wanted to try, and he didn't really change.

So quickly, Feng Xia was stabbed and kept crying.

The difference here quickly attracted the attention of other participants.

Oh, yeah.

Feng Xia's wooden stick was shot and flew.

She's stubborn and she wants to go pick it up again and go on.

“Forget it. You're too big. I'll do it. ”Chen Huan walked past to hold Feng Xia. "Lin Sheng's progress is too fast, and he'll only use one straight thrust now, but this is better than everyone else. "

“I'm in a bad position today. I didn't take a break yesterday, or…”Feng Xia is upset.

“Not your problem.”Chen Huan shakes her head, stops her talking.

With the stick, Chen Huan stood opposite Lin Sheng.

She shakes sticks and sticks in her ear.

“Your fight reminds me of what I've seen before, and Naxi Sword Technique of the ancient era, the use of which is also predominantly stabbed."

“Coach, are you…”Lin Sheng was late.

“Pick it alone.”Chen Huan has a low eye, a slight bow, and the whole man has a glimpse.

Lin Sheng opened his mouth and tried to talk, but watch Chen Huan stop talking and sink his heart.

He would also like to see how powerful he was after he got Raville's muscle memory.

They face each other, sticks like real long sword, standing up and confronting each other.

(This chapter is over)