An Fei took out a white wax pole two feet long from behind the tree. He was not polite, and he went forward and saw a golden rooster nodding three times. The white wax pole shook out three phantoms and headed straight towards Ernest.

An Fei's ancestors practiced gun skills, and in modern times, spears became obsolete products of the times. Only then did An Fei's great-grandfather understand a set of stinging techniques from gun skills, using weapons such as daggers and short swords to fight the enemy. However, gun skills were not lost because this is the source of An's martial arts. If you learn gun skills first and then learn other things, you will have a natural effect.

Ernest had never seen such kung fu before, so he hurriedly took a few steps and left An Fei's attack range.

An Fei rushed forward, raised his left hand up and pressed his right hand down, and the tip of the gun pointed towards Ernest's right foot like a poisonous snake.

Ernest finally drew his sword, and gently knocked the sword on the ash rod, blocking the ash rod aside, and then took a step forward.

An Fei suddenly pressed down his left hand, and the right hand in front suddenly lifted up, and the tip of the gun thrust towards Ernest's cheek like lightning.

Ernest leaned back and almost avoided An Fei's thrust. He could feel the strong wind almost sweeping over his cheek, and he was shocked inexplicably.

An Fei took the lead, so he naturally became more and more arrogant. He made a mistake with his hands and pointed the tip of the gun quickly towards Ernest's chest.

Among all the weapons, the sword is a gentleman, the sword is a hero, and the gun is an absolute king of soldiers! An Fei used these thirty-six winding spears to launch, and the offensive was as fierce as a storm. Even though he only used a little force, he forced Ernest to retreat step by step.

Ernest was more and more shocked. An Fei's movements were too fast. An Fei's weapons were extremely tricky and vicious. In addition, he had already agreed in advance that he could not use fighting spirit or use a sword to cut off the weapons used by An Fei. In this case, he could only keep retreating. An Fei was also extremely surprised. He had already limited Ernest's strength to a certain range, thinking that the victory was in his grasp, but he used all his tricks. The ash rod could not hit Ernest. At every critical moment, Ernest avoided his attack, or took a step back in time, just exiting the attack range of the ash rod, which made An Fei fail.

Suddenly, when An Fei was coming from the left point to Ernest's ribs, Ernest did not dodge to the right, but instead retreated to the left at the risk of "defeat". An Fei could not think about it carefully, and his hands were staggered again, and the tip of the gun stabbed Ernest's chest.

Ernest lowered down, and An Fei's ash rod stabbed through Ernest's head and stabbed into the bushes behind Ernest. An Fei was stunned for a moment. The attack of the Panshan Gun always led the army with a "sting". If he failed to hit the pierce, he quickly used sprints or sweeps to attack the opponent, using attack instead of defense, forcing the opponent to turn around to save himself. Now the ash rod has pierced into the bushes, which means he has ruined his own move. An Fei immediately realized that he had been fooled and quickly retreated.

Ernest, who had been through many battles, would not miss the opportunity, rushed over with a white wax pole, and the sword tip stabbed An Fei's shoulder.

An Fei slid, avoiding Ernest's sword force, and swung his hands at the same time, and the ash rod had already shot back from the bushes. However, before An Fei's gun was activated again, Ernest's left hand had already bounced on An Fei's head lightly or heavily.

"Oh..." An Fei threw away the white wax pole in a little frustrated.

"An Fei, what kind of weapon is this? It was also what the old man taught you?"

"Yes." An Fei nodded: "This is a gun, Uncle Ernest, how about my gun technique?"

"Very good!" Ernest said seriously: "If one day you have the same fighting spirit as me, I believe that there are few people on this continent who are your opponents."

An Fei smiled bitterly. The competition was completely different from the real battle. He had seen the effect of Ernest urging the fighting spirit with all his strength. Just at the Rose House Hotel, Ernest did not draw out his long sword at all when he returned to the rescue. He sprinted forward completely with the fighting spirit. The scene could be described as unstoppable. The bricks, stones, walls, and trees turned into powder under the impact of Ernest's fighting spirit.

An Fei knew it himself. Not to mention holding a white wax pole in his hand, even a spear made of very fine steel that stabbed Ernest on the face may not cause much damage to Ernest. However, Ernest's sword containing fighting spirit can easily split himself in half.

Until breakfast, An Fei was still thinking that his current skills could be easily dealt with when he encountered a kitten and a dog, and stronger people could also use sneak attacks. However, if he met a real strong man, he would have no room for counterattack.

Under Ernest's hint, no one came to disturb An Fei. An Fei didn't even have breakfast and walked out of Thor's home.

In the first battle with Ernest, he threatened Ernest several times and his confidence increased greatly. He believed that with his fighting skills, he had room to protect himself. It doesn’t matter if the opponent’s fighting spirit is strong, can he fight? As long as he can keep leaving scars on the opponent’s body and he can properly protect himself, victory will be his sooner or later.

Today's battle made him completely awaken. Threat the opponent and attack the opponent were completely different. In addition to being somewhat reserved in speed and strength, An Fei had already tried his best today, but he never encountered Ernest at all! In the case of huge power differences, skills became ridiculous. Ernest began to pay attention to skills, because his opponent had the same power as himself, so the level of skills could determine the outcome.

Turning into another street, there were more and more people on the street. The street where Thor's home was located was a forbidden area of ​​the Holy City, and not everyone could enter. The street where the Magic Academy was located was a public street, and civilians could freely communicate.

As a capital, the Holy City is very prosperous because not far ahead is the Magic Academy. The shops on both sides of the street are naturally mainly selling magic props, and there are also some hotels, gold and silver jewelry stores and other places for entertainment or selling luxury goods.

As An Fei walked, a trace of inexplicable tension suddenly emerged from his heart. He paused and woke up suddenly, as if he had swayed accidentally, and happened to knock a child coming towards him to the ground.

An Fei hurriedly bent down, smiled and persuaded the child, then took out a silver coin from his pocket and put it in the child's palm. The power of money cannot be ignored. Maybe the child did not understand the importance of money, but he knew that the silver coin could bring a lot of delicious food, so he burst into tears and stood up obediently with An Fei's support.

An Fei smiled and watched the child leave with a smile. His eyes swept around the crowd behind him, turned around, and walked briskly towards the Magic Academy.

"Hi! An Fei, why are you lazy today?" A girl's voice sounded behind her.

"Why am I lazy?" In fact, An Fei had seen Dai Ruisi just now. He pretended not to see it, and kept walking in front of Dai Ruisi. After Dai Ruisi's greeting, he naturally turned around.

"In the past, after I arrived at the Magic Academy, I could always see you in the woods. Now you are here with me."

"Wow... the little grove!" The female companion beside Dai Ruisi shouted in surprise: "Dai Ruisi, tell me quickly which little grove it is?"

"How can Dairuisi tell you? That's her secret!" Another girl smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth.

"Don't talk nonsense." Dairuisi's face turned a little red: "This is my friend, An Fei, this is Rona, this is Jieruwa, and also my good friend."

"Hello, hello." An Fei smiled and nodded left and right, but his attention was focused on the crowd behind him.

"An Fei? Are you that An Fei?" Rona screamed in surprise.

"Who else An Fei?" An Fei asked inexplicably.

"It's Master Thor's student, is it you who ran to our academy to be a servant?"

"It seems...it's me."

"We talked about you a few days ago together. By the way, Sister Deruis, you can really keep the secret!" Rona shouted.

"What do you know!" Jie Ruowa looked deep: "Save good things to eat secretly by yourself!"

"You two..." Dai Ruisi couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over with her teeth and claws.

Unfortunately, Rona and Jerova were already prepared and escaped. Rona ran back and shouted, "Sister Deruisi, you don't have to go to class today. I will ask for leave from the teacher. You can go to the grove quickly, don't be snatched by someone!"

"They... they are like this, don't mind." Dai Ruisi said with a red face.

After all, An Fei and Dai Ruisi are ordinary friends. Both sides felt a little embarrassed when they were pinched together. An Fei didn't know what to say: "It's okay."

"Then... I'm going to class." Dairuisi said. If she hadn't been teased, she might have gone to the grove with An Fei. After all, she had already learned what she should learn. If she wanted to become a high-level magician, she could only rely on her own understanding. But now she doesn't have the courage. If she really didn't go to class, she might be joking by Rona and Jerowa.

"Wait." An Fei shouted.

"Are you okay?"

"Dairuisi, can you find a quiet place? I want to ask you some things." An Fei remembered the floating technique.
Chapter completed!