Mu Qing frowned and said, "The only one who can compete with Yang Gan is Krisna."
Xiao Yu nodded, "The strength of the two of them is extraordinary, they are natural warriors."
Zhang Yumeng looked at Yang Gan being held in his arms and suddenly shouted, "Yang Gan, is this the magic of love spinning around in circles? Kiss, hug, and lift you high. It turns out it was Krisna who lifted you."
Yang Gan was held in Krisna's arms, his face turned red, not because he was shy, but because he could hardly breathe.
Unexpectedly, Krisna's power increased so much without her knowing it, not far behind her own.
Yang Gan raised his head in embarrassment and shouted upstairs, "Zhang Yumeng, come down here. I'll let you experience what it means to be kissed, hugged, and held high."
"Let Krisna hit your chest with her little fist."
Zhang Yumeng suddenly shuddered, "I don't want it, this is not a small fist, this is a hammer, okay, do you want me to die?"
After Zhang Yumeng finished speaking, he shrank back and quickly packed his luggage. Ever since he met Yang Qian after traveling through time, the two of them had hardly been apart.
It is undeniable that when I separated from Yang Gan before, I would panic every time, fearing that he would die on the battlefield.
If he died in the battle, what would he do?
This was the first time that I left on my own initiative. I had no choice but to not have a phone. It was really inconvenient. If I found Shuihu and the two of them, I could go directly to Lvfan.
After putting down the Yang Gan, Krisna picked up the dragon-slaying knife again, with an expression that said nothing, "Has the sharpness been tested?"
"So far I haven't encountered anything that can't be cut. If you don't believe me, try it." Yang Gan felt a little dizzy. After patting his head, he pointed at the weapon rack and said.
On the weapon rack, I saw knives, swords, halberds, and long swords. These were all weapons produced using the craftsmanship of the forge.
Sharp, hard, and full of toughness, if you throw it out casually, it will be like a magic weapon.
On a knife rest, there were four or five iron knives lying horizontally. Krisna smiled slightly and held the dragon-slaying knife high with both hands.
The muscles on both arms continued to beat, and a black light flashed, and the four or five iron knives on the weapon rack were directly divided into two.
Not even a hint of hindrance.
Krisna looked at everything in front of her in horror, almost unable to believe her eyes. She heard Yang Gan say it yesterday.
But after I heard it, I still felt it was so unreal when I saw it with my own eyes.
Yang Qian said with a painful look on his face, "You can realize what a pity it is that such a sword cannot be brought to the battlefield."
Krisna nodded, hesitated and shook her head, "You missed a little bit."
Yang Qianqi said, "Oh? I know how to make mistakes? Tell me."
"On the battlefield, physical strength is almost consumed in fighting strength, heart beating violently and dodging."
"But for us, the violent beating of the heart and dodging will not consume much physical strength. The biggest consumption is the resistance of the weapon to chop the enemy's body."
"At the beginning, it may be easy, but after fighting for a while, we obviously feel that as the resistance increases, we need to expend more power to kill the enemy, and the power consumed also begins to increase. So... ..”
Yang Gan's eyes gradually shone, "You mean, if the weapon is sharp enough to chop the enemy's armor, the physical consumption of the weapon will be minimal."
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"Yes, that's what I mean. The premise is that you must be able to use the dragon-slaying sword as well as Su Tiejiao before you can go on the battlefield."
Yang Gan touched his chin and suddenly thought of something. Most of his martial arts skills came from battlefield fighting and the army.
Another part is to integrate Krisna's fighting skills. If Yang Gan fights with a Spartan dagger, his fighting skills will definitely not be worse than that of a professional gladiator.
The two of them feed each other with moves every day. The moves and movements have long been integrated into the body's instincts, and their reflexes are not comparable to ordinary people.
It's a pity that there is no inheritance of martial arts in the Central Plains. It seems that when Fei Lian comes back, he will ask carefully how the rangers and generals in the Central Plains are generally trained.
Don't worry about that guy Tian Zong. He comes from a poor family and doesn't have any ancestral martial arts skills. He is the master of those dealers.
The two women upstairs listened to every word of Yang Gan's conversation with Krisna. Xiao Yu's family members were all literary, so they didn't have much insight.
After Mu Qing turned his eyes, he shouted to his subordinates, "Yang Qian, I have an elder who is born with supernatural powers and has great swordsmanship. He can defeat soldiers without fighting..."
"Wow, you are telling a joke. Is there anyone so powerful?" Yang Qian obviously didn't believe it. As for swordsmanship, how awesome can he be if he is awesome?
Although I am not proficient in swordsmanship, isn't it just stabbing back and forth? A longer sword is just for cutting people.
"Mu Qing, do you also know martial arts?"
Mu Qing immediately shook his head, "I don't know how. But I heard him mention that swordsmanship requires one to be proficient in the sword and sincere in the sword, and then one can gradually develop one's strength and strengthen one's muscles and bones. Just chopping and stabbing every day requires 500 times." .”
"Pfft~~~!"
Maybe after understanding the combat power of this world, Yang Qian sneered at Mu Qing's convoluted words.
"Mu Qing, there are actually scammers in many places. Sometimes you still have to keep your eyes peeled."
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Yang Qian, do you think you don't believe me?"
"I believe you, let's do this. Tell me, how should I improve my martial arts?"
"Simple, you find a piece of wood, mark it, and then chop it with your sword."
Yang Gan laughed suddenly, "What's the problem? I can cut the wood in half with just one sword strike."
"You can't really cut. You need to aim at the target so that every sword falls in the same place." Mu Qing said with a smile on his face.
Yang Gan's brows were twitching wildly. As the saying goes, a layman can only watch the door, and an expert can watch the excitement. As soon as Mu Qing said this, Yang Gan started making crazy calculations in his mind.
After a while, he suddenly discovered that with his current martial arts skills, a few swords and dozens of swords would be no problem. Five hundred swords striking the same place was no different from a fantasy.
Yang Gan looked at Mu Qing and asked solemnly, "Are you sure this is how you practice?"
"I'm sure, my elder has practiced in front of me. Even if a fallen leaf falls, he can hit it very accurately without causing any damage."
Yang Gan was stunned. There was such an operation to make a movie.
Yang Qian wouldn't believe anyone who hadn't seen a real person, so he would at least give him a discount. Or for Mu Qing's sake, give him a discount? I wouldn't believe it even if I break a bone.
It is a pity that the Xia Kingdom and the vassal states of Bi have different national conditions and do not have specialized martial arts masters. Generally, those who have some skills serve in the army.
But it's okay, let
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Ah Fu went to the academy and asked if there was anyone who knew some martial arts from the Central Plains lineage.
These days, a guy with good knowledge is not too weak in skill, and he will definitely not be comparable to the weak and talented talents in later generations.
"What have you two been busy with lately? Can't you see anyone all day long?" Yang Gan shouted upwards.
Xiao Yu said lightly, "Sir, it's not because of those photos. The two of us have been writing down the books taken by Shuixie."
Yang Gan slapped his head, wondering how he had forgotten this matter.
Mu Qing held his cheeks in his hands. Yang Qian was becoming more and more mysterious. Not only did he love him, but he also respected him. It only took a mere afternoon for the three girls to clear away all his godfather's books.
I don’t know what that thing called a camera is, but it’s so magical, as if it’s not a human thing.
Yang Gan's wrist was strained. For safety reasons, he did not use weapons. Instead, he put on the special armor for training. After taking two pills, his eyes gradually turned red.
The blood in the blood vessels seems to be accelerating, constantly increasing the speed, the heart is like a war drum, and streams of medicinal blood circulate throughout the body.
Yang Gan, who was wearing eight-stone armor, stood up slowly and kept running in the martial arts arena. At first he could only walk, but gradually his speed became faster and faster.
Such training often takes an hour.
On the battlefield, strength is the key, but physical strength is equally important. So far, Yang Qian has only carried out assaults, ambushes, and running attacks.
Relatively speaking, there were very few field battles, especially siege battles, which were never fought at all. This kind of battle, under similar circumstances, would take ten and a half days to determine the outcome of a battle.
Not having enough physical strength is seeking death. If Yang Gan insists on taking the dragon-slaying knife to the battlefield, then while exercising his strength, endurance is also indispensable.
More than an hour later.
Yang Qian felt like he had been fished out of water, sweating like raindrops, his face flushed, and he held his knees with both hands and gasped for air.
Qin Xiangru walked in pushing a trolley, and Krisna immediately took a spoonful of cold water from the trolley and poured it directly on herself.
Suddenly, she showed a happy face. After two or three spoons of cold water, her skin slowly turned fair again, and steam began to rise.
"Yang Gan, I'm starving. I'm going to eat first." Krisna said hello when she saw Yang Gan squatting.
"Well~ go ahead and remember to leave something for me. As for eggs, I will eat five today. I don't want the yolks."
"Okay, sir." Qin Xiangru nodded. She wanted to go to the kitchen immediately to prepare the morning meal, and to serve food according to everyone's preferences.
At this time, Ah Fu, who had been waiting outside for a long time, came to the martial arts field with Qin Xiangru's nod.
Ah Fu came in with a young man. He just saw the tiger and brown bear in the corner of the martial arts arena. The young man was suddenly frightened. However, when he found out that they were half-grown cubs, he suddenly sneered. How could he So timid.
I saw Yang Qian performing strange movements in the martial arts arena. He squatted down quickly and then stood up slowly. It was really strange.
Ah Fu said respectfully, "Sir, I've brought you here."
Yang Qian took a long breath. His legs were already shaking violently. He could stop after exercising to this point. Although he still had strength, it was too much and he didn't dare to damage his foundation.
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