Douluo's Black Bamboo Sword

"Of course it works!"

After saying that, Chen Liang climbed up another pillar, his dark eyes flashed with light, and he looked at Yang Zhiyong.

"Come on, come up too!"

"it is good!"

Yang Zhiyong jumped over and stood quietly on a wooden stake.

"Okay then! Go on!"

Chen Liang took out two bamboo swords, holding one himself and throwing the other to Yang Zhiyong.

Then Chen Liang habitually drew the bamboo sword in his hand twice in the air, and said to Yang Zhiyong, whose expression flashed with enlightenment: "Next, the two of us will practice sword practice. There is only one rule, that is Can’t fall.”

"Speaking of which, we haven't practiced together for two months! I haven't practiced with you for such a long time, now let me see how much you have improved!"

"it is good!"

Yang Zhiyong responded, gestured with the bamboo sword in his hand, and struck preemptively, jumping over several wooden stakes, came to Chen Liang, and started fighting with him.

Ping Pong Pong...

After fighting for a while, and after a quarter of an hour of sparring, Yang Zhiyong finally made a mistake, lost his balance and fell off the wooden stake, and was defeated by Chen Liang's hands.

"How's it going? Do you think it's useful now? But your swordsmanship has obviously improved a lot compared to before. This proves that you have practiced hard, which is good!" Chen Liang jumped down, pulled Yang Zhiyong up, and smiled. said.

"Yeah!" Yang Zhiyong stood up following Chen Liang's hand, and then responded to Chen Liang with a blushing face.

In the battle just now, she clearly felt her shortcomings.

When there was no fighting, the feeling was not obvious, but after the fighting, she felt it very obvious.

There were several times when she felt a little powerless, causing her to almost lose her balance and fall off the stake.

She blushed because she was ashamed of her wanton remarks.

After shaking his head a few times, Yang Zhiyong couldn't help but ask: "Chen Liang, why are you so merciless to Hongyun, but to me..."

"This!"

Chen Liang looked at the coy Yang Zhiyong, couldn't help laughing, and then said: "You are different from her, how can I treat you with the same treatment!"

"Think about it for yourself. When you were fighting me, what were you thinking about all the time?"

"Huh? Let me think about it..." Yang Zhiyong tilted his head, thought for a while, and then said:

"It seems like I'm just thinking about how to catch your moves, and I'm just thinking about making my own moves better."

"Besides this, do you have any other ideas?"

"there is none left!"

"That's it!" Chen Liang rubbed Yang Zhiyong's head.

"The purpose of sparring with you is to make you stronger as quickly as possible. So since this method is the best method, why bother with other methods!"

"How do you say this?" Yang Zhiyong looked at Chen Liang obediently with a hint of doubt.

"Qiu Hongyun! Her thoughts are not pure, and she is too competitive. Suppressing her appropriately will be beneficial to her growth, so I will suppress her."

"As for you, your thoughts are all on the right side. Naturally, there is no need to suppress you any more. And more importantly, you are more self-aware than her. So based on this, it doesn't matter whether we suppress you or not. .”

"Telling others that suppressing his spirit will help others take a step forward and broaden their horizons. However, for you, if you don't suppress you, at most, you will lose one point of experience."