At the Royal Training Ground, two small figures practicing martial arts were sweating under the scorching sun.

"This move is wrong. Fandal, the order of your Dou Qi is wrong. Although it is also a Pojun River, the move of the military martial arts formation is different from the fall of the sky. The former uses the sword body as the core to form a conceptual weapon of Dou Qi and releases its power. The latter is to condense Dou Qi on the weapon to drive the surrounding energy and cannot explode before hitting the enemy."

Lancelot, who was about eleven or twelve years old, replaced the instructor position and was guiding Vandal's martial arts in an adult tone.

However, he does have such qualifications. Although he has just learned Po Junliu for less than three months, he has mastered all the secrets of Po Junliu. Even the martial arts instructor in charge of the guidance admitted that there is nothing to teach him anymore. The rest is to accumulate more practical experience, hone his skills, and become more proficient.

Children do not have so many intrigues, nor do they have the idea of ​​hating showing off in front of their homosexuals when they become adults. They just admire those with superb skills. Just like in school, no matter how deceived themselves, students with poor academic performance can't help but admire students with good academic performance, even if they can't eat grapes in their mouths and say that grapes are sour.

The same is true for Vandal. After he ran the method Lancelot said, he felt that it was much easier than before.

"Oh-Lanslott, you are so awesome. You all start learning together, but before I even learned half of the skills, you have already started to learn the martial arts of the Wanbi Flow."

Lancelot felt his vanity soaring, and at least he remembered that he had to be as reserved as a nobleman, so he quickly restrained his happy expression and coughed in a very stiff tone: "Cough! Actually, Vandal, you are also very powerful. Didn't the instructor say that when ordinary people start, they can master martial arts at most a month, and they need to initially master the secrets of Pojunliu. It will take at least one year to proceed at your current speed. I think you can learn it all in just half a year."

Such clumsy compliments were also very rough, and they were suspected of "to raise others first, and then to indirectly highlight themselves". However, there were not so many scheming among children, Lancelot did not have such thoughts, and Vandal did not have such speculation. Although in the eyes of adults, it was almost the level of playing house, for the two, this was the truth.

So Vandal blushed and scratched his head embarrassedly: "Haha, Lancelot, you have too much praise. I have made such a speed of progress, thanks to your help. I always don't understand what the instructor explained, and I'm embarrassed to ask in person, otherwise I will be looked down upon by other students. Fortunately, you gave me a tutoring class. To be honest, what you explained is much easier to understand than what the instructor said. I have many troubles that I can't describe, but you can understand them."

Lancelot touched his nose, and it seemed a little uncomfortable, and turned his head and said, "The instructor's eyes are the eyes of adults, and the eyes of skillful skills. In our opinion, things that are difficult to do are as simple as eating and drinking water, so they will not specifically explain how to eat and drink water. Because it is too simple, we take it for granted that we will definitely learn it. So, it's not that I am better than them, but my position is the same as you, and I am a learner, so I can understand the difficulties you encounter in person."

Vandal patted the other person on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't be modest. How can you say that? Excessive modesty means pride. Even the adults said that you are a rare genius in a century. You will definitely become a big shot in the future. You must take care of me at that time. Don't be famous and forget your friends."

"Friend..." Lancelot's eyes lit up at first, and then he became frustrated. "It's a pity that you belong to the Malfurion family, and I am the Illidan family. The lord will not agree to our contacts."

Vandal supported his hands with both hands, waved his hands indifferently, and said proudly: "Then don't listen to them. Our future must be decided by ourselves so that we will not be at their mercy. Don't worry, although our adults are always fighting, I believe that you and I will definitely become good friends!"

Lancelot looked at the other party's stretched out hand, and after a moment of daze, he smiled happily, and then extended his hand and held it tightly.

"You are right, don't worry about the affairs of the adults! They beat them, we hand over them to us. When we grow up, you will become the leader of the Yufeng Knights, and I will become the leader of the Storm Knights. Let's work together, and then order our subordinates not to fight anymore, and we will protect Caroling and the magic empire together."

"Hehe, I think so too. But it's a foregone conclusion that you become the leader of the Knights of the Rage Wind. I can't do it anymore. I have to work harder... We will do what adults dare not do. In the future, Yufeng and Rage Wind cooperate with each other, and you and I will be invincible in the world!"

"The agreement has been made, no one is allowed to cheat. In order not to be merciless, let us become stronger together!"

"The two strongest men - Lancelot and Vandal, are very imposing when they hear it. Okay, today's training will be doubled!"

The two full of energy are full of energy. The children are prone to emotionality. In the excitement, they use up all their strength in their bodies and are not afraid of being dirty. They lie on the ground in a large shape, looking at the sky, and breathing.

Vandal said: "When you and I have become the head of the family, we must resolve the feud between the two families, no longer be hostile, and we are all our own people all the time, without any intention... Moreover, I can't beat you. If I really want to fight, I will definitely lose without the confidence to fight again."

"Although it is difficult to resolve family feuds, we can definitely do it if we work hard. I have never understood why the hatred between ancestors has to be delayed to descendants. After so many years, I can't let it go. It's too scrupulous."

Lancelot also agreed, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "It's really not possible. In the future, you can marry my sister. When we are a family, we will lose all our grudges."

Vandal said with a bitter face: "Forget it, this girl, Mittifer, always whip me with a whip. If you really want to marry her, I will definitely be whipped by her every day. It is more difficult to reconcile with her than to resolve the family feud."

Lancelot was teasing, "Hahaha, I will definitely bring these words to my sister."

"Don't, I was wrong, can't I admit my mistake?"

...

Malfurion's family, the study room unique to the head of the family.

"I don't understand, why do I have to duel with Lancelot?" Vandal said dissatisfied.

His father, the contemporary head of the family, had a slightly flash of eyes: "Lancelot... can even call him a name. Sure enough, the rumors that he has a good relationship with the boy from the Illidan family are true."

"I don't want to pay attention to the past. The hatred of our ancestors is enough to stay in the age of our ancestors. Don't impose the dirty thoughts of adults on us!"

Vandal mustered up the courage, clenched his fists, and shouted: "Lancelot is not a bad person. He is different from what you said. He doesn't hate me at all, nor does he deliberately make things difficult for me, and even helps me in turn. He taught me many questions I don't understand in martial arts. I have made an agreement with him. When our generation comes, we will usher in the era of friendly interaction between the Malfurion and the Illidan family. At that time, the Yufeng Knights and the Storm Knights will join forces, and no one in the world can defeat us."

"A bad boy who is unpromising!"

My father slapped him and knocked Vandal to the ground. He used so much force that even the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"What do you know about the hatred of the family? Do you know how many people in the Malfurion family died at their hands? A light agreement made me want to abandon all the hatred deeper than the sea. Do you think this is a fairy tale? I don't know anything at all, and I'm still making a big fuss here. This is clearly a conspiracy of the Illidan family. I want to annex us by winning you over and then live in their shadows for the rest of my life. When the two families live in a friendly manner? Wake up, stop daydreaming!"

Vandal covered his face and tried hard to defend his friend: "Lancelot is not that kind of person, and you are not allowed to insult my friend."

"Friends? The Malfurion and the Illidan family will never become friends! If he has such a scheming, why should he teach you the skills? This is obviously to approach you on purpose! I asked you to go to the training hall, not to let you be friends with him, but to observe his weaknesses. If you have the time to learn martial arts from your enemies, it is better to think of a way to defeat him as soon as possible."

"It's useless, I can't win. I've observed it so I know that I can't win him at all... Father, just listen to me once. Instead of being enemies with Lancelot, it's more meaningful to be friends."

My father looked down at Vandal, kicked him hard, and hit the stomach directly. This kick was filled with fighting spirit, and Vandal even vomited gastric juice.

"Unuseful cowards! You admit defeat so simply and can't beat him head-on. Wouldn't you use your brain? Drugs, spread rumors, and find people to beat him up. There are ways to do this. That kid is too famous and so arrogant, and he is easily envied by others. He finds ways to isolate him and make him unable to find friends in school. Do you even have to teach you this? "

Vandal held back the pain and tears, and insisted: "That method is too despicable..."

"It's so despicable! What's important is the result. No matter what method you use, I want to defeat him. If you dare to be friends with him, don't think of me as a father! In next month's martial arts assessment, if you can't beat him, don't come back to see me!"

After saying that, he stepped on Fandal who was lying on the ground, walked out of the study room, and closed the door heavily.

In the darkness, tears of surrender were left.

...

In the arena, there were two duels, one stood with his head held high, and the other fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

"The winner has been decided, the winner is Lancelot Illidan, the loser, Van Dal Malfurion."

Lancelot, who was obviously winning, had no expression of joy on his face. He looked at Vandal, who buried his face underneath and did not dare to raise his head, and showed a sad expression.

"I thought the agreement that day was true. I was so happy that even after being criticized by my father, I still chose to believe you... It's so regretful, I thought we could become friends."
Chapter completed!