"Did you laugh at me just now?"

Kitahara Nanfeng stood in place as a human-shaped pillar. After a while, Mio didn't get up, he looked down and happened to see her smiling.

“Where is it.”

Natsume Mio raised her head, but the smile on her face could not be hidden at all.

Beiyuan Nanfeng knocked her head with a knife.

Then he took a step back and opened a little distance from her.

Natsume Mio didn't care either, so she closed her skirt, sat down on her spot, put her head on her knees, exposing her snow-white neck, which was blocked by her ponytail, and breathing out.

"A technique."

Beiyuan Nanfeng stood on the other side, without resting, but instead waved his bamboo knife and waved it slightly.

Then he bent up and inserted the bamboo knife into his left waist, turning slightly.

"Brother Yi, are you going to learn 'Yan' directly?"

Natsume Mio looked at his movements and was a little curious.

"Anyway, I don't have any good ideas, and practicing is not a bad thing."

Beiyuan Nan replied without looking back.

Then head forward.

Take a deep breath.

Closed your eyes

Start to construct the art according to Mio's ideas.

Looking at the brewing brother.

Natsume Mio raised her head and showed an expectant expression.

Next second.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yan Return!"

He shouted loudly.

He suddenly pulled out the bamboo knife that was inserted between his waist.

Then... nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

"Brother Yi... This name is swordsmanship?"

"Um."

“Hey…”

"Your technique is not suitable for me. You need to pursue high mobility, but if I do not need the mobility brought by the technique, I am enough myself. This does not require the assistance of the technique, so I wonder if it can be changed to a breakthrough technique.

Simply put, let the 'spirit' push me and rush out, the faster the better, and then swing a sword, it is enough. Then it will be easier to get close to you, but it seems that it still failed."

"...It really has the style of Brother Yi." Natsume Mio couldn't help laughing.

"Awesome."

As Beiyuan Nanfeng said, he also took the position of Juhezhe: "However, the name Yan Fan feels inappropriate. He has more sword skills and chops on the spot, and he wants to cut twice. I only have one knife. Maybe I won't succeed because of the name. Let's try changing the name."

"How could it be said that the name is not successful..."

"First line."

Mio Natsume hasn't finished speaking yet.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He held the handle of the bamboo knife hard.

The spirit in the body became violent in an instant.

Next second.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded.

The bamboo knife was pulled out instantly and turned into a afterimage.

A beautiful arc was drawn in front of him.

Click.

The bamboo sword and Beiyuan Nanfeng's right arm were flushed, pointing to the void ahead. Because the speed of the knife was released was too fast, the blade body was directly cracked.

Natsume Mio opened her mouth slightly and looked at the Nanfeng of Kitahara.

Very fast.

"The sword was swung out, but the person didn't rush out. Is it because there is not enough spirit..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned at the cracked bamboo knife.

He put down the bamboo knife that he raised flat and looked at Mio Natsume: "I'm sorry for this bamboo knife..."

Natsume Mio's face was expressionless.

"Wait, I'll tell you, don't use that trick..."

"..." Natsume Mio turned around silently, with her back facing Kitahara Nanfeng.

"Why did you do this again?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng came to her with a bamboo knife, leaned against her, and sat down with her back to her.

“People are indeed different.”

"Same, and you should be happy. If I have the talent to become stronger, it means that if someone comes to challenge me next, I will be enough."

"..." Natsume Mio didn't say anything.

Nanfeng Beiyuan didn't care. He leaned back on her back and began to summarize his current state: "Now I feel like swinging the knife, I'm just going to rush forward. Then, in the end, I'll have to have another magic attack..."

When Mio heard his words, she couldn't help but say, "Is there enough spirit in her body to support her?"

"Only two, are there many? If you can only put one, then this extraordinary ability, let alone hot weapons, is better than a flower..."

As he talked.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly remembered his situation and couldn't continue.

His "spirit" capacity is only 2, so he can only put a flower...

And just after he swung his sword, a slight sense of paralysis came from his arms, which meant that the spirit of his arms had been drained.

Although other parts of the body still look spiritual, I didn't rush out...

"Forget it, what you said makes sense, I will do what I can."

The tone of Kitahara Nanfeng changed his mind and became disillusioned. He leaned against Mio's back and lost insight at himself.

I plan to watch my own 2 again.

The properties panel jumped out.

"Um?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng discovered changes in the property panel.

He sat up suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

Natsume Mio turned around.

"How is that possible?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng held his chin and looked at the property panel, and was very surprised.

"MiO."

"Um?"

"You have heard... Wait, let me count it. The last time I saw it was two days ago. After removing the bonus of the body, it was 2... Well, have you heard that in ten days, ten days, one day, you will be promoted from the straight level to the Quanzheng level?"

Natsume Mio said without thinking, "Ten days? How is it possible? Even if you don't eat or drink and take the energy in your body, and then meditate without sleep..."

"That God chose to meditate occasionally."

“That’s even more impossible.”

"Yeah……"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the property panel.

A thoughtful expression was revealed.
To be continued...