I really want to be a cook

In short, now there seems to be a sentence engraved on his forehead:

I want to hit ten!

Chapter 41?? What can't defeat me will make me stronger! (plus 521/[-])

After a stick of incense.

In a peach blossom forest.

The island's unique geographical environment is warm like spring, so that the dry peach branches are still a little pink in this season, adding a touch of brilliance to the world.

At this point, a battle has just ended.

Rotten peach blossoms fell to the ground.

Stand alone, lie down alone.

Standing was Qiu Daoyu, he silently put away the broken knife in his hand, then rubbed his hands in embarrassment, tried his best to suppress a smile and said:

"Ahem, that's okay, it's okay, young master, if you don't have experience at the beginning, it's like this."

He swears to God, he was absolutely trying his best to release the water just now.

Originally, the two sides fought back and forth, looking evenly matched.

But it's only because the young master's pose is too alluring, he couldn't help but swipe along that alluring opening when he wasn't paying attention.

Really just a light touch.

then,

There's no after that.

The person lying down is naturally Jiang Ping.

"You don't have to comfort me."

He was lying on the ground in the shape of a large character, his chest rose and fell slightly, and there was a faint knife mark on it, which could be released at the slightest touch.

The breeze was blowing gently at the ends of his hair, teasing him playfully.

"It seems that I really don't have the talent for fighting."

"I'm a useless person."

"What if I break through? What's the use of a higher level of martial arts? I can only bully those who are lower than me. I'm a scum!"

The tone is decadent and full of loneliness.

It's like a salted fish that refuses to turn over.

Obviously this trip is a high-spirited trip to break through and pretend to be coercive, so why come here by yourself to find abuse, what kind of presence do you want to find in Lao Qiu?

He thought he could at least persist until he shouted the word admit defeat, but the battle ended in the blink of an eye.

But that knife is so fast!

Jiang Ping could still vaguely recall the shadow of the knife just now in his mind.

Lao Qiu's knife didn't reflect light, it was just pitch black. When it was dark in front of his eyes, the knife was basically on his neck.

"No, son!"

Qiu Daoyu said with a very serious expression:

"Young master just lacks combat experience. In fact, in the few moves we fought just now, the young master's response was a stroke of genius. It is moving, and it is really something I have seen in my life.

If you let the young master practice martial arts routines, and then cooperate with this unique talent.

Then you can be very good,

There will definitely be a place for a young master in the martial arts world of the future. "

Qiu Daoyu's serious expression made it hard to tell whether this sentence was true or not.

"Really?"

Jiang Ping expressed great doubts.

But what happened to this little throbbing in my heart?

Hey, hey, Jiang Ping, do you really believe it?

Even honest people can lie!

Qiu Daoyu nodded and asked back: "My lord, have you ever seen me tell a lie?"

"No."

Jiang Ping also nodded seriously, then Gu Lu got up from the ground and let go of Qiu Daoyu's thigh.

Qiu Daoyu grinned in pain, and secretly rubbed his thigh that was ravaged by the son just now.

I've never seen this kind of guy before, hugging people's thighs at the slightest disagreement, his skillful posture is terrifying.

Jiang Ping also touched his chin and muttered secretly:

"It seems that there is no need for special moves, normal combat power still has to be developed step by step, Lao Qiu is the last big boss, let's fight from the small monsters first."

He turned his eyes and looked at Long Dafu who was looking in the distance.

It's up to you.

"Dafu, come here, let's compete!"

Jiang Ping shouted at Long Dafu who was watching the play.

"Master, I seem to have heard that the rooster in the kitchen laid an egg just now, I have to go back and have a look."

Long Dafu leaped thirty feet and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He is not stupid.

Lao Qiu just finished hitting the young master, if he dared to go up, wouldn't he just send a sandbag to the young master to vent his anger and regain his confidence.

As for fighting with the young master, hehe, is Long such an unwise person?

His son's heart is rare in his life.

Seeing Long Dafu running away, Jiang Ping fixed his eyes on Qiu Daoyu again:

"Old Qiu, I can only wrong you for a while, and fight again."

Qiu Daoyu spread his hands and said helplessly, "Master, it's really inappropriate."

Jiang Ping looked confident: "It's okay, you are not allowed to use the knife this time."

"That's fine."

boom!

A figure drew a high parabola in an unusually graceful posture, and then landed heavily.

pat!

A cloud of dust was stirred up.

Jiang Ping rubbed his butt, and said fiercely to Qiu Daoyu:

"You are not allowed to use your right leg this time!"

call out!

It was still the same posture as before, with the same arc, but this time it touched the ground face first and drew a long line on the ground.

There was a squeak, but fortunately it was thick-skinned, otherwise it would have to be disfigured.

"hiss"

Jiang Ping touched the swollen half of his face with his tongue, sucked in the cool air, and added rules:

"I can't use my left leg either."

Pong!

In midair, a violent shock wave erupted, blasting the air into pieces.

At the same time, a figure twisted its face, bowed its body in the air and was sent flying away, then hit the tree trunk straight, and fell to the ground with peach blossoms.

"Pfft! Pooh!"

Jiang Ping spat out a mouthful of petals in disgust, and muttered:

"Hit me with only one hand!"

"Ha! I hit!!"

Puff puff! ! !

The tree trunk kept shaking, and the few flower buds that had grown with great difficulty were completely ruined.

"Don't fight, don't fight."

Jiang Ping was holding a peach tree as thick as an adult's thigh with a swollen face, and his head was spinning in circles in a daze.

"Old Qiu, why do I feel that the more you fight, the more you feel?"

"It's nothing, my lord. In fact, it hit you and hurts my heart. If you don't believe me, my heart is crying."

Qiu Daoyu said seriously.

He found out that once a person is shameless, he really opens his mouth.

Thinking of him, he couldn't help rubbing his fingers, only to feel that the reality of the punch to the flesh just now was a bit dreamy.

Although I don't know what kind of illness the young master had today, I specially asked him to be beaten.

But the opportunity is rare, but I can calculate the depression in my heart.

After all, he has long wanted to do this!

My son can be too hateful sometimes.

Jiang Ping hugged the tree trunk in a daze, and at the same time surrounded by the green sword of longevity. After a while, the swelling on his face disappeared, and his eyes became clear again.

"call"

"I feel like I'm getting stronger."

"Sure enough, what doesn't kill me will make me stronger."

Jiang Ping casually tore off the tattered clothes on his body, revealing a standard body of tendons, which looked extraordinarily powerful.

He grinned at Qiu Daoyu, showing a row of white teeth:

"Old Qiu, continue tomorrow."

Qiu Daoyu's face froze, and his tone was a bit strange:

"What? Still coming?"

"It's not young master, can your body bear it like this?"

"It's better not to be able to do nothing next time when someone fucks you."

Jiang Ping knocked on his chest, making a bang bang sound:

"I will always remember that sword. At that time, I understood that people have to rely on themselves!"

Qiu Daoyu couldn't help being silent.

He understood his son a little bit.

Maybe he's been patient all this time.

In today's battle, not only is he releasing, but so is the young master.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

From the day when the peach blossoms fell to the ground, Qiu Daoyu became Jiang Ping's exclusive training partner.