"Prepare!"

Looking at the long sticks in the hands of the two, Yang Zhan said in a low voice: "In five minutes, both sides will attack with all their might, but they must not attack their heads, faces and lower abdomen!"

"Yes!" Bai Changlin responded, shook the ash pole in his hand, looked at Zhao Yang, hooked his fingers coldly and proudly, and said, "Come... Zhao Yang, let you know how powerful you are today!"

Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows slightly. If this were the case in the past, he would have only suffered a loss, but it may not be true now.

In the past half a month, physical fitness and reaction have improved significantly compared to before. If you are head-on, you may not be as good as Bai Changlin, but you will not suffer too much.

It was not at the moment. I took a deep breath, moved my hands and feet a little, held the long stick tightly with both hands, recalling the key points of long sticks and other long weapons explained by the instructor of the city guard in the last class, and then slowly greeted them.

Seeing that the two of them were approaching, Yang Zhan shouted in a deep voice: "Start!"

Hearing this sound, a grim smile flashed in Bai Changlin's eyes, and a long stick in his hand shook, and he suddenly slashed towards Zhao Yang's left shoulder.

Looking at the long stick that was slashing rapidly, Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved his body to the right. At the same time, the long stick raised and pulled it towards Bai Changlin's left waist.

Yang Zhan next to him raised his eyebrows. Although the students in the outer city looked good, their experience was still a little poor.

Bai Changlin seemed not surprised to see that he had lost his stick. He didn't even look at the stick that Zhao Yang slashed over. He just dragged his right hand and picked it up, and suddenly swept Zhao Yang's left leg.

As soon as Zhao Yang swept out the stick in his hand, he found something was wrong, but it was too late to regret it at this moment. He felt his left leg numb, and he just groaned and was swept to the ground.

"Haha, waste is waste!"

Bai Changlin laughed coldly, then looked at the students over there, waved the long stick in his hand, which brought out a look of wind and a look of arrogance.

Zhao Yang slowly stood up from the ground, and a sensation of pain came from his legs. Looking at Bai Changlin's proud and ostentatious appearance and the many sympathetic gazes that fell on him, Zhao Yang exhaled expressionlessly.

It seems that I am really a little careless, and Bai Changlin's advantages in this regard are indeed more than that.

After moving my left foot a little, I felt a slight pain at this time, and I was obviously restricted in my movements. After frowned slightly, I subconsciously began to even my breathing.

After he took two steps, the hidden pain in his left foot slowly subsided and improved a lot.

He gently waved the long stick in his hand, and Zhao Yang suddenly felt that after passing the two moves just now, the long stick seemed to have become much easier.

"Haha...it seems that your bones are quite hard!"

Seeing that there was no expression of pain on Zhao Yang's face, Bai Changlin snorted coldly, waved the long stick in his hand, and rushed towards Zhao Yang again.

"Du!Du!Du!"

Zhao Yang stood firm at his feet, waved the long stick in his hand, blocked it several times, and fought with Bai Changlin two or three sticks, without any disadvantage.

Not only Bai Changlin was a little surprised, but even Yang Zhan next to him nodded slowly.

Bai Changlin narrowed his eyes, and a faint coldness overflowed in his eyes. His expression was no longer as casual as the first one. He just sneered and sucked towards Zhao Yang again.

"Tu tuk!"

After blocking Bai Changlin's two sticks in a row, he was finally beaten to his waist by Bai Changlin.

"snort!"

Zhao Yang, who snorted in pain, faced the stick that Bai Changlin attacked again and forcibly blocked twice, then he was hit with another stick without any surprise.

Yang Zhan next to him nodded slowly, and looked at Bai Changlin's movements with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He is worthy of being Bai Luoming's son, and this stick method seems to be well practiced; although the boy next to him is not bad, he is still a little weaker.

Soon, after Bai Changlin became serious, Zhao Yang, who was barely able to resist, had become beaten at this moment. The situation was one-sided, and he had to be beaten every few sticks.

"snort!"

Finally, after another humming, Zhao Yang was swept to the ground by Bai Changlin again.

The students next to them couldn't help but turn their heads when they saw Zhao Yang lying on the ground, frowning, and trying hard to get up.

Xu Jieli, who looked at Zhao Yang, whose forehead was covered with dust, still had a firm face. She was getting up slowly, her eyes fluttered, and her expression on her face became complicated.

"Bause, aren't you very capable of carrying it? Why? No more?"

Bai Changlin moved the long stick in his hand, looked proudly at Zhao Yang who was struggling to lift up from the ground with a stick, and laughed loudly, wishing that everyone on the playground could see it.

Zhao Yang lowered his head slightly and sucked his breath gently. This time, his foot really hurts.

However, the battle just now was not useless, at least the long stick in my hand seemed to gradually become familiar.

It seemed as if I began to feel like I was fighting with someone in my sleep the night before.

Holding the long stick in one hand, he unconsciously swung it out, and a beautiful stick flower appeared.

“Huh?”

Zhao Yang was shocked inwardly, and Yang Zhan’s eyes were also condensed, and even Bai Changlin looked slightly stunned.

"call!"

Zhao Yang felt that the long stick suddenly became as familiar as his arm, and even suddenly felt unhappy as he felt that he was not fighting. The long stick shook it and pointed at Bai Changlin. Zhao Yang said coldly: "Come again, see who is the waste!"

"court death!"

Bai Changlin, who was angry with the disdain in Zhao Yang's eyes, shouted angrily, waved the stick in his hand, and slashed towards Zhao Yang fiercely.

"Du!Du!Du!"

There were three consecutive sticks again, and the long stick in Zhao Yang's hand sealed Bai Changlin's attack just right.

It felt that the long stick was getting easier. Zhao Yang, who seemed to be inspiring out, shouted: "It's my turn!"

The long stick in his hand shook, and he slipped and poked along Bai Changlin's stick obliquely.

Before Bai Changlin could react, he was stabbed hard in the stomach, groaned, and fell to the ground with his stomach in his arms.

"Wow!"

The classmates next to them all exclaimed, and even the instructors over there were instantly widening their eyes. Why is this stick so... tricky?

It must be a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!

Yang Zhan shook his head gently. Such a stick must be a coincidence, otherwise it would be impossible to get it without seven or eight years of skills.

"What? That's not possible?"

Zhao Yang bent down gently and looked at Bai Changlin, who was holding his belly and his face turned pale in front of him, and said lightly.

"You can't do it!" Bai Changlin gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, took a few deep breaths, his face looked good twice quickly, he shouted angrily, and rushed towards Zhao Yang again.

"Du!Du!Du!"

The long stick in Zhao Yang's hand seemed like a dragon, easily blocking the sticks that Bai Changlin had attacked with all his strength, and then shook it gently and turned it around.

A storm broke out and swept hard on Bai Changlin's calves.

"ah!"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Bai Changlin snorted miserably, and his whole body slapped him to the ground with a "bang!"

Looking at Bai Changlin's miserable appearance, everyone couldn't help but gasp. It must be very painful...

The long stick in Zhao Yang shook gently, and with a beautiful stick flower, he put it handsomely beside him.

Bai Changlin looked at the ground calmly, trembling in pain, and struggling to get up, his mouth curled up: "Come again?"

"Come!"

Bai Changlin, who was easily knocked down to the ground twice, blushed, and rushed up with a roar, saying, "You are just a waste!"

"Du!Du!"

Bai Changlin was fierce, but Zhao Yang was even more relaxed this time. He just turned around and slashed Bai Changlin's left buttocks with one stick.

The buttocks were thick and could not be seriously injured, but it hurt very much, which made Bai Changlin humble.

"Who is the waste?" Zhao Yang sneered and shook the long stick in his hand.

Looking at the faint mocking on the face of Qingjun opposite, Bai Changlin looked like an angry wild wolf, staring at Zhao Yang with red eyes, screaming and rushing over again.

"Du!"

"Bang!"

"Ah! Ah!"

Bai Changlin, who had lost his calmness, was like a crazy tiger, and his long stick in his hand was powerful and he was rushing towards Zhao Yang; but he could no longer hit Zhao Yang.

On the contrary, with the dancing of the long stick in Zhao Yang's hand and the changes in his footsteps and body shape, he was plucked as many as three or four sticks in a row.

In the end, Zhao Yang hid on his side, and threw the long stick in his hand hard, then he was knocked on his back, and he fell straight and fell two or three meters away, slapped on the ground, and a dog ate his shit.

“Wow!”

Looking at Bai Changlin's miserable situation, everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes were also hotter when they looked at Zhao Yang.

Bai Changlin is at least one of the top three masters in the class, but he was beaten like this by Zhao Yang in an understatement!

Yang Zhan next to him looked at Zhao Yang's movements, and his face became more and more surprising. He had never seen such a situation before.

It was obvious that the student's stick technique was quite unfamiliar at the beginning, but he made rapid progress with just a few sticks, as if he was a veteran who had been practicing for ten years.

Is this student really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

In this shock and suspicion, I finally noticed Bai Changlin's tragic image, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, stop!"

Bai Changlin struggled to get up with difficulty, half kneeled on the ground and coughed several times. Everyone could clearly see that a blood saliva flowed out of his mouth from his muddy mouth.

He reached out and wiped his mouth. Looking at the blood on his hands, Bai Changlin jumped up like crazy and rushed towards Zhao Yang with a stick.

"You dare to hurt me, I will kill you!"

Looking at Bai Changlin who was rushing towards him, Zhao Yang sneered, tightened the stick in his hand and was about to take action.

"stop!"

A figure blocked the middle at the right time and reached out to hold Bai Changlin, who had lost his mind.
Chapter completed!