Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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The next day.

The sunrise awakens people in the east, and the sky is bright, and roosters have already crowed in the village.

Last night, Yang Ming and Feng Baobao deliberately spared a big circle in order to avoid someone following them, and they returned to Shrek Academy very late.

It was the first time that Yang Ming woke up so late. He rubbed his distressed eyes and saw that on the bed next door, Bao Bao Feng did not have any ladylike demeanor, lying on the bed in a large font.

She did not have a quilt on her body, one leg was placed on the edge of the bed, but the quilt fell on the ground. When she wanted to come to sleep, she had already kicked the bed to the ground.

Feng Baobao was wearing Yang Ming's clothes, perhaps because it was too tight, a graceful curve was outlined on her chest, and the corner of her clothes was slightly raised, and a lovely belly button could be seen at a glance.

Yang Ming pushed Feng Baobao, trying to wake her up.

"Sister Baoer, get up."

Bao Baobao slapped Yang Ming's hand away, without opening his eyes, and muttered:

"You just let me sleep."

"Look at what time it is now and you are still sleeping? Do you want to be a salted fish that has lost your dream?"

"Boss, but my dream is to be close to home with more money and less work, with a high authority and a light responsibility. I sleep until I wake up naturally, count the money and get cramps, and get bonuses during the holidays and festivals. If others work overtime, I get a raise. I am happy to report, and I will receive my side job and bad salary."

Yang Ming: "..."

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't bother herself anymore, Bao Bao Feng turned over, turned his back to Yang Ming, and scratched his neck by the way.

That appearance, that virtue, is like a salted fish.

In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to ignore her.

Anyway, relying on Feng Baobao's ability, it is difficult for the teachers and students in the college to find it.

After Yang Ming washed, he was about to open the door and go out for exercise. Suddenly Feng Baobao's lazy voice came from behind him:

"Boss, remember to bring me a breakfast when you come back, oh no, it's lunch."

Hearing this, Yang Ming almost staggered over.

Am I the boss, or are you the boss?

Yang Ming rubbed his forehead with a headache, and felt that the characters such as Feng Baobao and Heihuang had too much personality and he could not drive him!

Sure enough, you still need to be hard on yourself!

Yang Ming converged his sloppy mentality that he shouldn't have. The characters summoned from the system are only outsiders after all. The real root lies in his own strength. As long as he is strong enough, he can hold the ground.

Thinking like this, Yang Ming walked out of the dormitory and came to the empty ground.

Yang Ming first summoned the mysterious sword and began to practice swordsmanship.

The sword is light and agile, moving with the waist, and with the momentum of the step. The green lotus swordsmanship inherited from Li Bai is more powerful in the waist and the wrist. It does not seek the ruggedness of opening and closing, but is about chopping, picking, piercing, and stirring. The lightness.

Quiet like a virgin waiting for a boudoir, moving like a gust of wind and rain, walking like a dragon and a snake, and stricken like a goshawk catching a rabbit, suddenly like a night battle, and just like a line of shock.

When practicing swordsmanship, first seek for the strength of the wrists, practice the waist step, and then practice the swordsmanship, and then move the sword into a trend. Use the waist step to carry the arm, twist the ups and downs, look back and forth, keep both left and right, jump and advance quickly, and strive for one. Split the mountain and cracked rocks and hit the sky completely.

The skill of sword practice is to focus on mind and energy. Inside there are energy-recovery, concentration, and energy. Outside there are footwork, bodywork, and even swordsmanship. If you practice the Qinglian Sword Art to a high level, you will have power. Take the wonder of the cloud, the wonder of the weeping ghost.

In addition, it is necessary to practice swords thousands of times a day, not only to be familiar with the hands, but also to be familiar, forming a kind of conditioned reflex, and it is an instinct that deeply imprints the bones.510 Literature www.510wx.com

Once you stop in the middle and do not practice swordsmanship for a few days, your hands will be rusty, and your sword will be slow.

A master's fight is tantamount to dancing on the tip of a knife. You are a beat slower than others, which is equivalent to that others are on the front line faster than you. You will lose your first phone meeting and put yourself at a disadvantage.

That's nothing. In the past few years, Yang Ming only slept for four to five hours a day, devoting all his attention and time to cultivation.

Although the system will instill the practice memory of Li Bai and Han Xin, it is someone else's after all.

Over the years, Yang Ming has relied on continuous efforts to absorb the nutrients in their memories and completely transform them into his own things.

This is like, when in school, even if a student gets all the learning memory of a student, if he does not practice repeatedly, when the student takes the math test, he clearly knows how to answer the questions, but his thinking works Not so fast, and the answering process is as slow as before.

After practicing swordsmanship, Yang Ming took out the spear behind him and continued to practice his marksmanship.

Perhaps some people are wondering why Yang Ming hasn't given up practicing guns.

But don't forget, Yang Ming has two spirits, and so far, the spirit ring of the spirit of the mysterious sword has not yet arrived.

However, there was a feeling in Yang Ming that if he gave up his marksmanship, he would regret his death after the first martial arts soul obtained the spirit ring.

Yang Ming was very engaged in practicing, but he didn't realize that he had a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him from a distance through the windows of the dormitory.

Ning Rongrong stood in front of the window, watching Yang Ming sweat constantly, and said:

"He obviously has such a powerful spirit and spirit ability, why does he have to work so hard?"

Ning Rongrong was born in the Seven Treasure Glass Sect, and as the jewel in the palm of the lord, he always used clothes to open his mouth and open his mouth.

But it was precisely because of this that it gave Ning Rongrong a great spiritual shock.

Others are not only better than you, but also work harder than you!

After Xiao Wu washed, she saw Ning Rongrong staring at her elder brother intently, and she felt like she had pinched a lemon, a bit sour.

"Rongrong, look at my brother for so long, don't you like him?"

Ning Rongrong was startled by the sound from Xiao Wu behind him, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he waved his hand quickly and said:

"Where is it, don't get me wrong!"

"really?"

Xiao Wu stared suspiciously at Ning Rongrong's beautiful face, trying to penetrate her skin to see if she was thinking of her brother.

Ning Rongrong was also of the temper of the little ancestor. How could he resist Xiao Wu's gaze, he immediately stretched out two jade arms like white teeth, stretched under Xiao Wu's armpits, tickling them.

Not to mention, Xiao Wu, the little rabbit, took this trick, and immediately couldn't stand the itching.

However, Xiao Wu was not the kind of little girl who was submissive, and immediately fought back.

In a short while, there was a sound of laughter and gasping in the girls dormitory.

"My brother is mine, don't let you miss him, do you know it."

"I didn't hear it!"

"Don't, don't scratch anymore."

"Well~~Where are you scratching, not there!"

The two girls rolled on the ground, scratching each other's sensitive areas, their faces flushed with blood, as magnificent as rubies.