The strongest talent

Hearing the angry voice of his younger sister "Xiaoyun", Qi Dongyang immediately guessed that she had lost again in the competition with Princess Qi, the King of Siberia.

"Don't throw things away when you are angry. This is a birthday gift I gave you when you were 5 years old." Qi Dongyang bent down and was about to pick up the stuffed toy dog ​​on the ground, but...

Buzz…

There was a slight sound of mechanical operation, and a cartoon mini-robot over half a meter tall slid over on a metal skateboard, picked up the toy dog ​​lightly, and then slid to the pink naughty castle area next to it. The mechanical mouth opened and closed, making sounds. A serious warning voice: "It's not good to throw things away, it's not good to lose your temper..."

Snapped!

There was another explosion, and the mini robot and the stuffed toy dog ​​flew out together, and fell to the ground with a squeaking sound, still shouting: "No, no, no..."

"Turn off the smart mode!" Qi Dongyang looked at the waiting staff and housekeepers who were dispersing around him, waved his hand and ordered, then walked to the front of the naughty castle with a sad face, looked at his baby sister sitting on the edge of the castle with her back to him, and apologized. She smiled and said: "Brother, what's wrong? Xiaoyun tell brother...hey, don't do anything."

The little girl about 1.2 meters tall turned around, with two braids, her skin was crystal clear, and her eyes were as bright as snow. However, her clothes were messy, and there was a small footprint on her chest and face. She jumped to Qi Dongyang. In her arms, she grabbed his ears and said harshly: "Qi Dongyang, it's all your fault. You taught me some nonsense. I was beaten by that night barbarian girl from Siberia again today!"

"Hey, hey, hey, good sister, please let go first." Qi Dongyang's ears hurt from being pulled by Qi Xiaoyun, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Good Xiaoyun, good Xiaoyun, please get off me first, and we can have a good talk."

Qi Xiaoyun jumped off Qi Dongyang's chest and pointed at the wounds all over her body: "Look, it's all your fault. She taught me to spin in circles and beat me up. She slashed my hand several times and kicked me seven or eight times. My whole body hurts now, it hurts so much!”

"Uh..." Qi Dongyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry - there was no way, Princess Qi's sword skills were also spinning, and the skills were very good. There was no need to spin to deal with her. Other tricks would probably result in a worse loss.

Qi Xiaoyun took out a bottle of recovery potion and drank it. The injuries on her body recovered quickly. Then she pointed at Qi Dongyang's nose and hummed: "I have been drinking all day long, and there are no classes in the academy. I finally called you back to teach me how to deal with it." Hong Anqi, what did you teach me? You must teach me a powerful move today, and defeat Hong Anqi with one move, or I will tell grandpa to beat you to death!"

"I didn't drink all day long, it was an important banquet..." Qi Dongyang explained weakly, with a wry smile on his face: "Xiaoyun, I also want to teach you to defeat Hong Tianqi, but she also has a brother who is more powerful than your brother... You What kind of look is this? When have I ever lied to you?"

Qi Xiaoyun's beautiful eyes were full of disbelief, and her face was full of surprise: "Brother, are you already so bad? Even if you can't compare to Brother Xiaogui, now you can't even beat Hong Tianqi's brother - Hong Tianqi is an only child, where did she get her brother? , you big liar!"

"It's a long story..." Qi Dongyang briefly explained Yuan Qing's identity, including what happened in the simulation training hall today, and then said with a face full of embarrassment: "So, he is indeed a little better than me, just a little bit Son."

Qi Xiaoyun replied this time. She looked at her brother in front of her repeatedly. She raised her little head and imitated an adult. She put her little hands behind her back and said with a low face: "Dongyang, people in our family can't be so useless. In China, ghosts That kid at home is an exception. Among your peers, no one is allowed to be stronger than you."

"..." Qi Dongyang lamented in his heart, helpless.

Qi Xiaoyun turned back into a little girl and snorted: "Qi Dongyang, you are so useless. I will go find Brother Xiaogui and I will definitely defeat Hong Tianqi. I don't believe that Brother Xiaogui is no match for Yuan Qing!"

After saying that, the little girl ran away, ran to the door of the hall and looked at the night outside, and then turned back angrily - this is the Qi family, the Qi family has the rules of the Qi family, and goes out to work at night, the little girl There is still some sense of propriety.

"It's okay to go find the kid. At least Xiaoyun won't bother me anymore. But having said that, the younger generation who can deal with Yuan Qing is probably him." Qi Dongyang sat on the sofa in the hall and rubbed the center of his brow gently. Seeing my sister Xiaoyun's angry look, I smiled warmly in my heart.

It's a good thing that Xiaoyun is energetic, and my fighting spirit has also been aroused. I will go to the simulation training hall early tomorrow morning to wait for Yuan Qing. If I can't wait for two days, I must have a good competition with him - simulation training is nothing. Actual combat with real swords and guns is the real skill!

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The next morning, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Yuan Qing got up on time, washed up, and went to the simulation training hall again - the routine has been the same in the past few days, simulating actual combat once a day, and spending the rest of the time meditating, constantly improving his mental and physical state, and preparing for the next "head" Psychic Union” to prepare.

When he reached the door of the training hall, Yuan Qing paused.

On the doorstep, the short-haired young man who passed by yesterday was standing on the top step. He didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Today - he seems to be waiting here specifically?

"Qi Dongyang." Qi Dongyang carried an A-grade alloy sword on his back. He walked down the steps, stretched out his right hand, said his name, and then smiled and said: "Assistant Yuan, I made a special trip to wait for you here. Yesterday It's a pity that I missed it. I will make up for this regret today - I hope to compete with you and have a fair fight."

Yuan Qing smiled, stepped forward and shook hands with Qi Dongyang - with just such a shake, he immediately realized that the palm of his right hand was delicate. Either he used a knife with his left hand, or he used special medicine to keep the skin on his palm flexible. Such medicine is valuable It’s not cheap, but you can’t buy it without a strong background and big channels!

Seemingly guessing, Qi Dongyang took the initiative to explain, very sincerely, with a smile still on his face: "I hold the knife in my right hand, and I have practiced with my left hand a bit. My family does some technology product business, and I also have channels for body softening agents... Yuan Assistant coach, are you willing to accept my challenge? Also, your right hand is not rough, and the King of Siberia will not be stingy in this regard."

Yuan Qing smiled slightly.

In the past, there were many calluses on both hands. Almost everyone, including spiritual warriors and fighters who specialized in cold weapons, had calluses. However, after combining the arms with psychic energy, the calluses in the palms have long since disappeared, and there is no need for any body softening medicine.

"If my guess is correct, you are a student in the general school, in the advanced class?" Yuan Qing smiled softly: "You have a very good temperament and a strong affinity. You should also be an important heir in the family. Your strength... fifth level Early stage fighter, or mid-stage fighter? You are a higher level than me, so my judgment is not accurate."

Qi Dongyang was secretly shocked.

This assistant coach Yuan is so amazing. He can analyze so many things with just a handshake and a few words of conversation. He really hit the mark!

"This A-level sword of yours was specially prepared to compete with me, right? With a family like yours, it's easy to get SS-level weapons." Yuan Qing joked, then turned and walked to the actual battlefield in the north of Kyoto Academy. As he walked, he said: "I came to the simulation training hall to test my actual combat ability. Playing against you is much more interesting than those rhinos. The key is that you are very sincere and I can feel your sincerity."

Qi Dongyang smiled calmly, then pulled out the alloy sword from behind, holding the scabbard in his left hand, and walked side by side with Yuan Qing. With every step he took, his aura became more concentrated, and a steady stream of fighting will pressed on Yuan Qing's body.

Yuan Qing was strolling in the courtyard, just walking casually. The Blood Tiger Sword behind his back was also held in his right hand. He was only half a meter away from Qi Dongyang. While walking, he swung his arms naturally, and his body also exuded a vague fighting spirit; Qi Dongyang The fighting spirit is pressing closer, as if it is encountering the swaying wind, and it is completely unfulfilled.

"Awesome, really awesome. It's very similar to the feeling that the kid gave me. I can't figure it out and has no weaknesses..." Qi Dongyang was secretly frightened. His martial arts momentum continued to rise. He turned to look at Yuan Qing, his eyes were a little different from before - That is the appreciation of peers and respect for the strong!

It's past 8 o'clock on campus, and all the students have entered the classroom, and several classes have collectively organized simulation training, and are walking to the simulation training hall - passing by Yuan Qing and Qi Dongyang, I can't help but feel chills in my heart and my body. Tightness, dry mouth.

"It's him, and Assistant Teacher Yuan!" A male class teacher who led Class A shook his head. He made no other special movements with his body and made a gentle sound with the soles of his feet on the ground.

In an instant, Qi Dongyang and Yuan Qing's aura dissipated, and the students' strange feelings immediately disappeared, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha!" Yuan Qing and Qi Dongyang looked at each other and smiled, and nodded to the class teacher to apologize.

The burly, bearded head teacher waved his hand, saying it didn't matter, and then yelled at the students in his class: "Look at yourself in the mirror, we are about the same age, how come there is such a big gap? Procrastination, laziness You're lazy and want to be strong? It's a daydream!"

The students were disgraced and quickly picked up their pace and ran towards the simulation training room.

"That is Teacher Chen from Intermediate Fighting Class A7, the eighth-level peak master." Qi Dongyang said with a smile, and then said: "Assistant Yuan, I have inquired a little about your experience after coming to the academy. Library, Simulation training hall, spin skills change textbooks... Among my peers, there are not many people I admire, and you are one of them."

Yuan Qing... also admired it.

Qi Dongyang said frankly that he had "inquired a little bit", and his meaning was very clear, that is, he had done an investigation. Speaking directly, it is not annoying, but I feel that he is sincere, frank, and aboveboard. Just like his temperament, he is naturally friendly and has a vague sense of distance, which is very unique.

When he arrived at the northern half of the academy, Yuan Qing stopped and drew out the Blood Tiger Sword; while Qi Dongyang continued to move forward, stopped when he was twenty meters away from Yuan Qing, drew out the alloy sword in his hand, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and did A standard etiquette for students to compete with each other, said sternly: "Fifth-level early-stage fighting master, self-pressure realm to early-stage fourth level, SS-level sword fighting skills, dominating the mountain and river sword, please give me your advice!"