I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

Next to the Huaxia Wuhan University campus, there is a villa community.

"Pommel Horse Sword Dance!"

Meng Luoxi was wearing a white training uniform, holding a long knife tightly in her hand. Her long silver hair was tied into a single ponytail. She was stepping barefoot on the wooden floor of the training room, practicing the A-level martial arts Wu Fan shared with her. .

"drink!"

Meng Luoxi's delicate and pretty face was expressionless, with a cold look in her eyes. She shouted low, then raised her knife to kill Wu Fan opposite!

Uh-huh!

The long sword emitted spiritual pressure particles, pulling out a pale golden afterimage in the air.

Even though no spiritual pressure was used, the blade still seemed to be as sharp as cutting through iron and cracking steel.

Meng Luoxi's figure was light, and she slashed Wu Fan's chest with the knife in her right hand. The energy of the knife brought strong wind, and cut many shallow marks on the surrounding floor.

The blade is close at hand.

Wu Fan didn't blink, he just held the broken knife upside down with the handle on top and the blade facing down in front of him, blocking the incoming slash without moving a step.

Clang!

The two knives clashed, and there was only a sound of metal clashing. There were scattered sparks where the blades met. When the forces collided, a powerful invisible air explosion exploded.

"Hey ah!"

The Pommel Horse Sword Dance is a comprehensive martial art. It is not explosive like the Heaven-cutting Finger and the Sky-breaking Slash. It is more focused on skills and continuous hand-to-hand combat.

Wu Fan blocked Meng Luoxi's first sword without any hindrance. She immediately swung the sword to the right, and the light of the sword drew a half-moon slash of cold light in front of her, knocking Wu Fan back half a step.

The moment she defeated Wu Fan, Meng Luoxi stood on tiptoes of her left foot, folded her right leg and raised it high.

The upper body moved quickly in a clockwise direction with the long knife, while the lower body remained motionless as if fixed.

Just when the upper body was about to twist 270°, the slender waist suddenly exerted force!

The slender and well-proportioned legs kicked out a crescent moon in mid-air, using the belt to carry the crotch, the hips to carry the hips, the hips to carry the legs, and whipped out an air blast like a whip, kicking Wu Fan hard in the chest!

boom!

Wu Fan raised his long knife to block again. Different from sweeping, the force of the leg whip was stronger, directly kicking Wu Fan back nearly half a meter.

rub! rub! rub!

Wu Fan alternated his left and right feet. When he took the third step backward, he stamped his right heel hard on the ground. When his body stopped, the ground instantly sunk down by nearly half an inch.

"It's not over yet!"

Meng Luoxi's attack frequency was particularly fast, after kicking Wu Fan's leg with a whip.

The toes of her left foot were raised and tightened, and her body quickly twisted around again with the help of inertia. The right hand holding the long knife suddenly exerted force, and like a fire kagura, she slashed out a 360° full moon slash on the spot!

boom!

The tip of the knife was always hanging to the ground. Wu Fan was holding the knife in reverse to block. The long knife in front of him was deflected, leaving a large gap in his chest!

"good chance!"

Meng Luoxi clenched the long knife with both hands, raised it high above her head, leaned forward and pressed her weight to the right!

He pushed his left foot back, made a standard lunge with his right leg, and slashed towards Wu Fan's chest with the greatest strength!

Looking at Meng Luoxi's sword, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly flashed with confusion!

The long knife that was missed was thrust hard into the ground. The rusty-looking long knife was inserted into the wooden floor without any resistance. With strong force on the wrist, the long knife flew up!

Uh-huh!

The wooden floor was instantly dug up by the small half of the blade, and the wooden fragments shot towards Mengluo River like steel needles.

At this time, she was raising her long sword high to charge for a slash, but Wu Fan disrupted her rhythm.

"Attention!"

At this moment, Wu Fan suddenly held the knife in both hands, and in a flash, he was directly in front of Meng Luoxi, directly pressing forward!

"Well!"

Meng Luoxi was forced to raise her knife to block, but Wu Fan's muscle strength was stronger than hers. The two were close to each other, with the distance between their eyes not exceeding 20 centimeters.

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

Wu Fan stepped forward and bumped forward. Meng Luoxi was forced to retreat quickly. After taking 4 or 5 steps back, because Wu Fan's pressure was too heavy, Meng Luoxi's steps stopped.

"not good!"

Her body instantly lost its center of gravity and fell backwards!

Seeing this, Wu Fan did not stop, but pressed down directly. When Meng Luoxi fell to the ground, he stepped on the opponent's abdomen with his left foot, held the knife in both hands, and stabbed Meng Luoxi in the head hard!

puff!

The blade touched Meng Luoxi's cheek and sank into the special wooden floor of the training room.

Because the knife was fast enough and was less than 1 centimeter away from her skin, the strong wind brought by the long knife hurt her cheeks.

"call..."

Because of the fierce fighting in a short period of time, Meng Luoxi lay on the ground panting, and his breathing was somewhat disordered.

Wu Fan put away the long knife, which turned into little spiritual pressure particles and dissipated in the air. Then he moved away the foot that was pressing on Meng Luoxi's abdomen, grabbed her arm, and lifted her up from the ground.

"I want to eat..."

"The food you cooked with your own hands!"

Wu Fan opened the mask space and said one word to Meng Luoxi: "Take it!"

"Fine."

"Not gentle with girls at all."

Recently, Huaxia Wuhan University has entered the final period. Students at Wuhan University not only have to practice martial arts, but also have cultural classes. Therefore, during this period, they are "previewing" cultural classes and preparing for the final exam.

"What should I buy?"

Just as Wu Fan was walking and thinking about what ingredients to buy, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.

Wu Fan felt that he was wronged because he was already very gentle. Otherwise, in the situation just now, if someone else, such as Zhang Zhibai and Linghu Tianyi, would have had two or three hairs cut off by Wu Fan.

"Mengluoxi!"

"You are?"

"what?"

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"I do not care."

"You're going to treat me to a big dinner."

Meng Luoxi screamed, and then was sucked into the mask space by a strong suction force.

Wu Fan took a breath of air. He felt that this woman was really good at...

"Take it easy."

"Conquer a beautiful female elf."

Kemeng Luoxi is different. She is a true cult warrior, and she is also the adopted daughter of the previous saint. Her status is very special.

Wu Fan raised his head and took a closer look, his face changed slightly, and he saw their faces...

Although Wu Fan handed over the data, he did not dare to expose Meng Luoxi's identity because Wu Fan himself had nothing to do with the cult. In other words, the saint's mask was actually his trophy.

"you..."

hiss...

"ah!"

Meng Luoxi looked at Wu Fan expectantly, and then said before he could refuse: "No matter how terrible the food you cook is, as long as it is made by you, I like to eat it!"

He is currently living outside, waiting for the final exams at Huaxia Wuhan University to end, and then going to take the unified final combat exam.

Not sure if an accident would happen, so Wu Fan still hides her in the saint's mask space, and then occasionally lets her out to exercise like today.

Night, a certain street.

Meng Luoxi said coquettishly that she had lowered her demands on Wu Fan a lot now, otherwise she would have to lie on the ground and be kissed, hugged and lifted up before she could get up just by Wu Fan's few blows.

...

"I'll buy some hot pot base and ingredients and let's cook hot pot."

Because Wu Fan is a student in Qianlong class, he does not need to take the written test or take the cultural exam.

Those who know clearly know that Wu Fan is the King with Golden Horn and Silver Horn in CosPlay Journey to the West. Those who don’t know may think the two of them are playing some weird shameful game.

When Meng Luoxi wasn't paying attention, Wu Fan suddenly shouted to her: