In the backyard of Fan Xingjuan's house, two people's sword intent soared in the sky.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
Feng Yun and Fan Xingjuan were training in the backyard continuously. This time, Feng Yun didn't fall in for her tricks, he focused his eyes on her sword, and in his mind, he was continuously calculating her next move to make a counterattack in advance.
Feng Yun's comprehension ability was top-notch, in three weeks, he learned all the attack patterns of Fan Xingjuan. Now She has to alter her attack pattern regularly to defeat him. Even with her vast experience, this was a very challenging thing to do.
"You are getting better!" Fan Xingjuan commented.
"It's all thanks to master!" Feng Yun smiled while twisting his sword in a weird pattern, but Fan Xingjuan suddenly interrupted his course, causing it misplaced a little. Feng Yun's smile abruptly stopped.
"Rip!"
