Scorching Wind

In the afternoon, Su Yi did not practice much, but took out the knife and arm shield used by his father. The blade was black and translucent, and the edge was silver-white, looking very sharp. The weapon made with the fragments of the magic weapon can have a maximum magic attachment of 80%, while ordinary forged weapons can only have 50%, while his own magic weapon can have full magic attachment. There must be a difference in power.

The knife was too long, and although the shield was not big, it was not something a child of this age could use. It was more cost-effective for Su Yi to use his own knife.

Before dinner, Su Yi returned to the church as promised and came to bully these children.

On the other hand, the group of children were talking and laughing there.

"Hey, hey, hey! Your big brother is here, aren't you going to come and greet him?"

Su Yi opened his arms and spoke to them provocatively.

Fu Xiaochong got angry at that time and pointed at Su Yi's nose.

"You haven't defeated me yet. It's still unclear who will win or lose!"

"Oh, you have a bad temper, kid. Let's make a bet. Whoever wins will be the boss! How about that?"

"Sure! I'll beat you so hard that your parents won't recognize you."

"I hope you'll keep your promise! Remember to call me boss when the time comes?"

After saying that, Su Yi patted his necklace, and two wooden swords appeared out of thin air in his hand. The eyes of a group of children were all staring, and Wu San Sui's eyes were shining.

After all, it was very strange for a child of a few years old to see such a scene.

"This is my contract necklace. Only I can use it. These are all basic operations. Don't be stupid."

Su Yi smiled and handed the wooden sword to Fu Xiaochong, and also installed the beep. After handing over the wooden sword, he also did the same action of bending his arm to wipe the sword as Li Xingyun. It was elegant, too elegant, and the beep was full on the spot. However, this action, for a six-year-old child, is like firing a shotgun as a cannon.

Fu Xiaochong took the wooden sword. He was a little bigger than the other children. He held the sword with both hands. The length of the sword was perfect for him. He had a strong body. When he grew up and held the sword, he would look like an oriental samurai.

"Since you haven't realized the magic power yet, don't say I'm bullying you. I don't use magic power either. Let's get started!"

Su Yi held the knife in one hand, with the tip of the knife pointing at Fu Xiaochong, and made a thumbs-down gesture with his other hand.

When dealing with such a bad-tempered opponent, provocation is naturally very effective. Of course, this is also Su Yi's confidence.

Fu Xiaochong gripped the wooden sword tightly, rushed straight to Su Yi's face, and swung the sword down.

Su Yi put away his previous smile and looked serious. He chose the right moment to swing his knife to block.

Hiss, this kid is quite big and very strong.

When kids fight, there's no rules, they just chop each other.

Su Yi tilted the blade to release the force, and then reversed the wooden sword upwards, causing Fu Xiaochong to retreat in pain. Without any fighting skills, it was not enough to just chop and slash randomly.

"Drink, that's it, come on! Keep going"

Su Yi continued to wave his hands provocatively, stirring up Fu Xiaochong's emotions.

As expected, Fu Xiaochong lost his mind and rushed straight towards Su Yi, chopping with his sword in a completely random manner.

Su Yi also blocked with a smile, but Fu Xiaochong was very strong, and Su Yi needed to keep using his knife diagonally to relieve the force.

Bang bang bang.

Fu Xiaochong chopped with his sword angrily, but strength alone was not enough. Su Yi kept taking away Fu Xiaochong's strength, as if he was teasing his wife.

"That's all? You dare to show off your skills in front of me with just these few tricks!"

Su Yi didn't want to play around anymore. He blocked the last blow and moved the blade upwards. He pulled it down at high speed and chopped it down, aiming directly at Fu Xiaochong's neck.

Some of the children watching covered their eyes in fear, some looked at the two fighting and fell into deep thought, and there was one child, uh, Wu San Sui, who looked at Su Yi swinging the knife with admiration...

Ding.

The blade stopped at Fu Xiaochong's neck. The cold feeling of the blade against his neck made Fu Xiaochong wake up instantly, gasping for breath.

"I lost!"

"It's not a big problem. You have great potential. If you follow me, you will definitely achieve great things in the future!"

Looking at Su Yi putting away his knife, Fu Xiaochong knew that he was too weak. He needed to become stronger, otherwise how could he protect the church.

"yes, Sir!"

"Yeah! Not bad, not bad. If you follow Brother Yi, you can eat nine meals in three days!"

Su Yi smiled and put the knife back into the necklace. This little brother is a talented person.

"Wu San Sui, I see your eyes are shining, do you want to learn swordplay from me? And the rest of you, are you interested in following me?"

The children looked at each other, unable to make up their minds. At this time, Wu Sansui smiled and said, "Little did they know that the seeds of love had already been planted in their hearts."

"I want you to take me with you."

Wu San Sui also observed every day. She found that Su Yi would make himself very tired every day, and she also knew that he was a man destined to reach the top. A hardworking, diligent, and consistent person was worthy of her pursuit.

If there is one, there will be two. The children behind agreed one after another. No one refused. The strong are respected. This world still believes in the strong. Just like Luocheng's marshal, Luo Ziyi, an eighth-level strongman, no one knows that he has reached more than 80 years, but some people know his glorious record.

"Good! Today is October 5, the 113th year of the Luo calendar. Today, I will lead you to appreciate this beautiful world."

"Three years old, go inform the dean and Sister Lily that we don't have to cook tonight. Let's go to a big restaurant in town and have a good meal. Master Yi will pay for all the expenses tonight!"

"Great!"

The children were very happy because they had not been to the town to eat for a long time. The church was relatively poor and the meals they received every day were barely enough to fill their stomachs. Going to the town to eat naturally attracted a group of children who had not grown up.

Oh, my damn charm, my talent. The ancients were right, money brings happiness.

......

On the top floor of the church, the dean saw all the children's actions and stroked his beard, feeling very relieved.

Burp! Fu Xiaochong is big and eats a lot, and so do the other children. Rose milk paste, Tarses stew, Fulu white cream, grilled eel meat... These are things that they can't eat normally, but now they whet their appetite and eat them.

Especially the three-year-old, Taozi, whose hands were covered with oil. Su Yi looked at them and thought of the days when he ate big pots in the army.

Everyone was full and contented, walking back to the church. Su Yi was walking in front, and noticed that there were some eyes on him from all sides, and it looked like some small fish and shrimps, but they were nothing to be afraid of, after all, the dean's brother was the mayor. They didn't dare to act rashly.