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In the early morning of the next day, Shen Yuexiu got up early to do morning exercises, and after finishing the breakfast brought by her servant, she stood in the yard breathing the fresh air.

A person slowly walked out of Bie's yard, his whole body was wrapped in bandages, and his face was also covered, with a pair of eyes exposed.

There was a lot of anger exuding from his body, and he was leaning on a cane in his hand.

Shen Yuexiu didn't recognize him for a while, and after watching for a while, she finally recognized him, "Dry sheep? How did you get hurt so badly?"

"I must defeat Li Yuan." Gan Yang tightly held the crutch in his hand, and his strength was one of the best in the mansion, second only to the Four Spiritualists.

The last time he was kneeled down by Ni Jun and beaten unconscious by Li Yuan, this time he tried his best and was beaten helplessly.

He felt that he was too weak, he wanted to become stronger, and he wanted to beat Li Yuan violently.

The body of the dried sheep faintly exuded the smell of a spiritual whip, and Shen Yuexiu handed him the last bit of whip medicine: "This is a special medicine for whiplash, you can take it or apply it."

Gan Yang reached out and grabbed the medicine in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Sorry for hurting you." Shen Yuexiu said.

"Don't apologize to your subordinates, it's because your subordinates are not strong enough." Gan Yang said, only tore off all the bandages on his body, revealing a bruised and swollen face, holding the crutches in his hands, and practiced martial arts.

"Your injury is not fully healed yet, don't you feel pain?"

"Hmph, I didn't suffer any internal injuries, so what is this little pain?" The most aggrieved thing is that his internal energy is suppressed everywhere, and his internal energy is like a decoration.

Li Yuan only held a whip and a fist, and he didn't have time to react quickly, and he couldn't catch the move even after he reacted, hitting him on the flesh and bones one after another.

As for Shen Yuexiu, she left after going to the Palace Master's room without even looking at him.

He stumbled and crawled back, but luckily Heitian was not seen by anyone, otherwise others would have laughed so happily.

On the way, I met another doctor, who carried me back and wrapped me like a mummy.

"I'd rather suffer internal injuries than skin pain." Shen Yuexiu said.

"You are the young master's order. If you have something to do, please tell me. If you have nothing to do, just stay there and don't disturb my practice." The physical pain stimulated Gan Yang's nerves.

From now on, he will focus on martial arts every day to improve his cultivation.

As I practiced, I seemed to have a feeling, my eyes became serious, my movements slowed down, with thoughts in my eyes, and my movements suddenly sped up.

Shen Yuexiu didn't know much about martial arts, so she just went to the study room, opened the door, watched him practice, and read books if she didn't want to.

Seven days later, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, the sun was hanging in the sky, exuding a soft light, the breeze was blowing, and the flowers and plants were shaking happily and rhythmically.

The dry sheep practiced in the yard in full swing, and the weapon in his hand had been replaced by a sword instead of a walking stick.

Shen Yuexiu sat in the study room, pushed the book aside, put her elbows on the table, leaned her hand gently on her head, and stared at the sky outside in a trance.

Suddenly, a violent wind blew up in the courtyard, and a powerful knife force was implied in the wind.

The trees and flowers shook violently, and the dry sheep felt the danger approaching, with a serious expression and vigilant eyes.

Shen Yuexiu thought, could it be that the elder brother sent someone here, she looked away, got up and walked to the door, there was nothing there.

Suddenly, there was an extra person in the courtyard at some point, with a big knife on his back, his hair standing tall and disheveled in the wind.

With a silver dragon mask on his face and red lips pursed, he is not angry and majestic, making him even more powerful and mysterious. There are red petals on the black dress, an arm in armor is half exposed, and a pair of straw sandals are on his feet.

"Where did you come from?" Gan Yang spoke with a stern look in his eyes, stepped forward, and stood in front of Shen Yuexiu.

"Get out of the way." The female swordsman's eyes were cold, with one hand behind her back, her figure was tall and straight, and her skirt fluttered.

"Who are you, cover your face, are you too ugly to see people, or are you a grass picker? Seeing as you are a woman, you can be caught without a fight. I don't want to hit a woman."

"Too much nonsense." The female swordsman flashed in front of him with sharp eyes, and kicked him in the abdomen.

The dry sheep couldn't react in time, and was kicked to the ground by this powerful kick.

Gan Yang was so angry that he was beaten by a woman, holding the sword tightly in his hand, and rushed towards her with fast steps.

The female swordsman was standing slightly sideways, stepped on his foot with one foot, cut her hand on his waist, and grabbed his arm with her hand along his waist. After a hard push, there was a click, the dry sheep let go, and the sword fall to the ground.

The female swordsman turned her palm into a knife, and hit him on the body, forcing him to back up while stepping on his feet non-stop: "You are impatient, you step too fast, you are full of flaws, your martial arts are unbearable to look at!" .”

"Smelly woman..."

"My mouth is twitching." As she spoke, the female swordsman raised her kick and kicked him in the face.

Gan Yang covered his face, his eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to attack again.

The female swordsman spun around, and the big knife on her back slapped the dry sheep on the back. The dry sheep closed its eyes and fainted on the ground.

"Girl, you are a little too violent." Shen Yuexiu blinked her eyes, and looked at Qianyang with a trace of sympathy.

The female swordsman put the big knife behind her, took two steps towards Shen Yuexiu, and directly said in an irresistible tone, "Nonsense, you don't need spiritual power to attack me."

"What's the reason?"

"You can't beat anyone without spiritual power," said the female swordsman.

"I can't say that, even if I don't use spiritual power, I'm still better than ordinary people. The girl is so brave, Yuexiu dare not use her spiritual power." Shen Yuexiu felt pain when she saw him beating dry sheep.

"I heard that for a period of time your spiritual power was restrained, you were too weak to take care of yourself, and you were bullied and unable to resist. Why, don't practice external skills, build your foundation, and strengthen your body."

"Yuexiu's kung fu is powerful, it is natural, it forms a system of its own, no external force is needed for cultivation, last time, it was just an accident, and it will not happen again in the future."

"How do you know that there will be no accidents in the future." The female swordsman said sternly with her eyes terrified.

"Auspicious people have their own number of days. Even if there is an accident, they can save the day. Thank you for your concern."

"I was entrusted by someone, no thanks, come here, I will teach you a few kicking skills, you should practice hard." The female swordsman said with a strong attitude.

"Girl, can I refuse?"

"Try it." The female swordsman had a fierce look in her eyes, and layers of powerful sword energy emanated from her body.

Shen Yuexiu thought in her heart that she was also doing it for her own good, and it was not a bad thing to learn two tricks. This way, when dealing with weak creatures, she didn't need to activate her spiritual power every time, but could directly use them.

"Girl, can you be gentle..." Shen Yuexiu walked towards him.

Before the words in her mouth were finished, the female swordsman raised her fists and attacked him, saying in her mouth: "Don't use your spiritual power, pay attention to the number of ways I punch."

"Ah?" Shen Yuexiu's spiritual power, which had just been aroused a little bit, went dark, and she clenched her fists and confronted her.

When the two fists collided together, Shen Yuexiu felt a pain and numbness in her hands, and she couldn't help thinking, what a powerful punch.

"Concentrate." The female swordsman practiced her boxing skills as she spoke, and attacked Shen Yuexiu when she was fascinated by it.

In the way of hitting and guiding, Shen Yuexiu mastered it while receiving the punch.