What An Fei took out from behind the tree was a white wax pole that was two feet long. He was not polite and stepped forward with a golden rooster and three nods. The white wax pole shook out three phantoms and pointed directly at Ernest.
An Fei's ancestors practiced marksmanship, but in modern times, long spears have become obsolete. An Fei's great-grandfather learned a set of stabbing skills from the marksmanship, and used weapons such as daggers and daggers to fight against the enemy. . However, the marksmanship has not been lost, because this is the source of Anjia's martial arts. If you learn marksmanship first, and then learn other things, the results will come naturally.
Ernest had never seen this kind of kung fu before, so he hurriedly took a few steps back and got out of An Fei's attack range.
An Fei's momentum continued, he raised his left hand, pressed down with his right hand, and the tip of the spear pointed at Ernest's right foot like a poisonous snake.
Ernest finally drew his sword, lightly tapped the white wax pole with the back of his sword, blocking the white wax pole aside, and immediately took a step forward.
An Fei suddenly pressed down his left hand, and suddenly raised his right hand in front, and the tip of the gun struck Ernest's face like lightning.
Ernest leaned back and narrowly avoided An Fei's blow. He could feel the strong wind almost brushing against his cheek, and he was shocked inexplicably.
An Fei had the upper hand, so he naturally took advantage of it. With one mistake of his hands, the tip of the gun quickly pointed at Ernest's chest.
Among all weapons, the sword is the gentleman's, the knife is the hero's, but the gun is the true king of weapons! An Fei's 36-way Panshan Gun was launched, and the attack was as fierce as a gust of wind and rain. Even though he only used a little strength, he forced Ernest to retreat step by step.
Ernest was getting more and more shocked. An Fei's movements were too fast, and An Fei's weapons were extremely cunning and vicious. In addition, he had already agreed in advance that he could not use fighting spirit or use his 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 limited Ernest's strength within a certain range and thought he was sure to win. Unexpectedly, he tried his best to save Ernest, but the white wax rod just couldn't hit Ernest. At the critical moment, Ernest either narrowly avoided his own attack or took a step back in time, just out of the attack range of the white wax pole, causing An Fei's failure.
Suddenly, when An Fei hit Ernest's ribs from the left, Ernest did not dodge to the right. Instead, he risked "defeat" and retreated to the left. An Fei didn't have time to think about it, and his hands moved again Staggered, the tip of the spear stabbed Ernest's chest.
Ernest ducked down, and An Fei's pewter pole pierced Ernest's head and into the bushes behind Ernest. An Fei was stunned for a moment. The Panshan Spear's offensive was always led by the word "stab". If he missed a stab, he would quickly attack the opponent with blows or sweeps, using offense instead of defense, forcing the opponent to turn around and save himself. Now The white wax pole had already pierced into the bushes, which meant that he had used up his last move. An Fei immediately understood that he had been fooled and quickly backed away.
Ernest, who had experienced many battles, would not let go of the opportunity. He rushed over against the pewter pole and stabbed An Fei's shoulder with his sword.
An Fei slipped and avoided Ernest's sword. He flicked both hands at the same time, and the white wax rod had been shot back from the bushes. But before An Fei's gun could be activated again, Ernest's His left hand had already flicked An Fei's head lightly or hard.
"Alas..." An Fei threw away the pewter rod in frustration.
"An Fei, what kind of weapon is this? Did the old man teach you this?"
"Yes." An Fei nodded: "This is a gun, Uncle Ernest, how is my shooting skills?"
"Very good!" Ernest said seriously: "If one day you have the same fighting spirit as me, I believe there will be few people on this continent who can be your opponent."
An Fei smiled bitterly. A sparring match was completely different from a real battle. He had seen the effect of Ernest's fighting spirit when he used all his strength. At the Rose House Hotel, when Ernest came back to help, he didn't pull out the gun at all. Drawing out his long sword, he sprinted forward completely relying on his fighting spirit. The scene could be described as unstoppable. The bricks, walls, and trees turned into powder under the impact of Ernest's fighting spirit.
An Fei is self-aware. Let alone the white wax rod in his hand, even if it is a spear made of pure steel and stabs Ernest head-on, it may not cause serious damage to Ernest. And Ou Nestor's long sword filled with fighting spirit could easily cut him in half.
Until breakfast time, An Fei was still thinking that with his current skills, he could easily deal with cats and dogs. Stronger people could also use sneak attacks to deal with them, but if he met a truly strong person, , he had no room to fight back.
Under Ernest's hint, no one came to disturb Anfei. Anfei didn't even eat breakfast and walked out of Sol's house.
When he first competed with Ernest, he threatened Ernest several times and his confidence greatly increased. He believed that with his fighting skills, he had room to protect himself. It didn't matter if the opponent's fighting spirit was strong. Are you fighting? As long as he can continue to leave 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. Threatening the opponent and attacking the opponent are completely different things. In addition to some reservations in speed and strength, An Fei tried his best today, but still failed to touch Ou Nei. Nothing! When there is a huge disparity in strength, skill becomes a ridiculous thing. Ernest began to pay attention to skill. That is because his opponent has the same strength as himself, so the level of skill can determine the outcome.
Turning into another street, there were gradually more and more people on the street. The street where Sol's home is located is a restricted area of the Holy City and not everyone can enter, while the street where the Magic Academy is located is a public street. , civilians can travel freely.
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. There are also some hotels, gold and silver jewelry stores and other entertainment or luxury goods. place.
As An Fei walked, he suddenly felt an inexplicable nervousness in his heart. He paused and suddenly woke up. It seemed that he had staggered unintentionally and happened to knock an oncoming child to the ground. .
An Fei hurriedly leaned down, coaxed the child with a smile, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and placed it in the child's hand. The power of money cannot be ignored. Maybe the child didn't understand the importance of money, but he knew that the silver coins could be exchanged for a lot of delicious food. Then he broke down in tears and smiled, and stood up obediently with An Fei's help.
Like an amiable big brother, An Fei watched the child walk away with a smile. His eyes quickly scanned 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 from behind.
"Why am I lazy?" In fact, An Fei had already seen Dai Ruisi just now. He pretended not to see it and hurried to the front of Dai Ruisi. At Dai Ruisi's greeting, he turned around naturally.
"I usually see you in the woods after I arrive at the Magic Academy. Now you are coming to the academy with me."
"Wow... it's a grove!" The female companion next to Dai Ruisi exclaimed in a fuss: "Dai Ruisi, tell me quickly, which grove is it?"
"How could Delise tell you? That's her secret!" The other girl burst out laughing.
"Don't talk nonsense." Dai Ruisi's face turned red: "This is my friend, An Fei, this is Lorna, and this is Jerova, who is 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?" Lorna shouted in surprise.
"Who else is An Fei?" An Fei asked inexplicably.
"You are Master Sol's student. The one who came to our academy to work as a servant, is that you?"
"It seems...it's me."
"We were talking about you when we were together a few days ago. By the way, Sister Delise, you are really good at keeping secrets!" Lorna shouted.
"What do you know!" Jeruwa put on a serious look: "You should keep the good things for yourself and eat them secretly!"
"You two..." Dai Ruisi couldn't bear it any longer and rushed towards her with all her teeth and claws.
Unfortunately, Lorna and Jerova were already prepared and escaped quickly. As Lorna ran away, she turned back and shouted: "Sister Dairis, you don't have to go to class today. I will ask for leave from the teacher. You go to the elementary school quickly." Go to the woods, don’t let others take your place!”
"They...that's just how they are, don't mind." Dai Ruisi said with a blushing face.
After all, An Fei and Dai Ruisi are still ordinary friends. They both felt a little embarrassed when they were forced to be pinched together. An Fei didn't know what to say: "It's okay."
"Then...I'm going to class." Dai Ruisi 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 needed to learn. She could only rely on her own understanding to become a high-level magician, but now she didn't have the courage. If you don't go to class, you might be teased by Lorna and Jerova.
"Wait." An Fei shouted.
"Are you alright?"
"Daisi, can you find a quiet place? I want to ask you something." An Fei thought of the levitation technique.
"This..." Dai Ruisi hesitated and nodded: "Okay."