Hang Yining rubbed the back of his head and stood up.

Only then did he realize what Chu Yun said, his eyes widened and his mouth opened.

I forgot about the pain in my body.

Baring his teeth, he stood up and said, "Shanshan, how did you do that?"

"You actually...you actually slapped me, wait..."

Hang Yining recalled the moment when he received that slap.

He didn't seem to see how she took action at all, and then there was a huge push in his chest, and then he lay down.

Hang Yining looked at Chu Yun's arm with gleaming eyes.

With a face full of doubts about life, "Obviously so weak..."

Then he suddenly looked at the secret book in his hand, and then stared at Chu Yun brightly, "Shanshan, you can't tell the truth, can you?"

"Of course it's true."

"I still don't quite believe it."

"..."

"Hit me again." Hang Yining said and put the book on the leisure chair aside. This time he was not so casual.

He jumped up and down in front of Chu Yun and made a defensive posture, "Come again."

Chu Yun would never have the heart to refuse such a lovely request.

Although she has only been able to reach the middle level of Qi Realm after practicing the Sunflower Book for two months, it is more than enough to deal with a reckless man like Hang Yining.

Hang Yining had an excited smile on his face, but a serious look appeared in his eyes.

Although he didn't suffer any injuries from the palm just now, he had already instinctively reacted to danger after practicing martial arts for many years. However, he didn't feel the palm from Shanshan just now, not to mention that she was delicate and weak.

The girl next door can actually knock herself down.

In fact, what Hang Yining didn't know was that if Chu Yun hadn't been so good at controlling the intensity of his spiritual power, he would never have been able to stand up now.

Hang Yining was still jumping around and raised his hand to Chu Yun, "Come on."

Chu Yun smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and repeated his old trick and slapped Hang Yining directly on the chest. Hang Yining had already been prepared. The moment Chu Yun took out his palm, he immediately fell to the right and rear, narrowly avoiding it.

At the same time, he turned his steps, twisted his waist, stretched out one hand, and directly relied on the inertia of Chu Yun's impact and the weight of his backward body in an attempt to restrain Chu Yun with his backhand.

But Chu Yun's palm was originally a blinding trick. The moment Hang Yining grabbed it, he did not avoid it and stepped forward with one foot in Hang Yining's direction.

At the same time, the other leg swept directly towards Hang Yining's lower body, forcing Hang Yining's other arm to immediately come to defend.

The moment he moved his hand, Chu Yun's other hand also moved. His slender fingers carried a small wind blade and swept straight towards Hang Yining's neck.

With full concentration, Hang Yining immediately sensitively caught a trace of murderous intent.

He forcibly lifted his waist and abdomen, and at the same time twisted his feet, trying to avoid it.

But the strength and speed he exploded with his physical body were obviously a little late.

A slightly cool touch came, and before he could recover, his neck was instantly grabbed by a strong force.

At the same time, the strength in the chest and abdomen was forcibly restrained, and the soles of the shoes made a crunching sound on the concrete floor.

Chu Yun's other hand had already been retracted and bent into an elbow, then hit his legs with a bang.

"Boom."

Hang Yining fell to the ground on his back again, feeling mosquito-repellent in his eyes.

The hand on his neck was neither light nor heavy, just enough to restrain his strength and get stuck in the middle of his neck.

All Hang Yining could see was a pair of emotionless eyes. There was no murderous intent or coldness in those eyes, but he just had a feeling that he could never defeat her.

It was as if his entire soul had been completely suppressed by this claw, which was neither light nor heavy.

Hang Yining's heart froze, and he forced himself to gather his consciousness that was about to break away. When he looked again, those eyes as clear as springs were the gentle eyes he was familiar with.

"It must be my illusion." Hang Yining said in his heart.

"Do you want to fight again?"

The cold female voice was like a drop of water dripping into the waveless surface of an ancient well, instantly bringing Hang Yining back to reality.

My back was hit hard twice, and there was a burning pain, and there was also a dull pain in the back of my head.

But facing Chu Yun's smiling gaze, Hang Yining's whole face lit up.

He even forgot that his life was still under the control of others. He straightened his waist and sat up instantly.

Fortunately, the moment Chu Yun felt Hang Yining's movements, he had already let go of his control.

"No, no more fight, no more fight."

Hang Yining's eyes were burning, as if he was looking at a rare object, and he scanned Chu Yun up and down.

She obviously has a slender and frail figure, but the legs next to her are so thin that they look like they can be broken with one finger.

And those hands were white and shiny, soft and tender, and it felt like they couldn't even hold a kitchen knife.

But with such a pair of hands, as long as one exerts force, he can explain himself on it.

What's even more terrifying is that he is a member of Class A of the Kyoto Military Academy. Even the teacher has hinted to him in a subtle way that as long as he performs normally during the mid-term assessment, he is likely to be favored by the instructor and accepted as a direct disciple.

However, he couldn't pass three moves in front of her.

Hang Yining felt that all the cells in his body were boiling, and his face turned red with excitement, "Shan...Shanshan, how did you do it?"

"I said, practice your inner strength."

Chu Yun brushed the corners of his clothes that were not messy at all, and saw Hang Yining's eyes bursting with astonishing heat as she finished her words.

"Do you want to practice?"

"Yes, of course..." Hang Yining blurted out in excitement, and then the name of the secret book flashed through his mind like thunder.

The next words stuck in my throat.

I picked up the book I was planning to throw away again and read it word by word.

The four big characters in the Sunflower Collection hurt my eyes and heart.

It felt like in such a short moment, he experienced ups and downs in his life.

"Shan... Shanshan, this secret book... is called the Sunflower Book."

Chu Yun said nonchalantly, "Yes, is there a problem?"

Hang Yining: ...of course there is a problem.

"You practiced...didn't you have any problems?"

"No."

Hang Yining opened his mouth, and immediately felt like someone had stuffed his mouth full of coptis.

"That's right, you are a girl." Hang Yining murmured.

What problems can arise when girls practice this technique?

I'm afraid it will be more helpful.

Hang Yining clutched the brand new Sunflower Book tightly, feeling that his dreams were shattered.

But I'm not willing to give in.

Not to mention the midterm exam in a few days, whether he can successfully defeat everyone and become the leading disciple.

Just looking at Shanshan, who is so soft and weak, she can suddenly burst out with such powerful energy.

He vaguely felt that the technique in Shanshan's hands should be much more powerful than the technique in his mentor's hands.

Anyone who enters a military academy, as long as they don't come with the idea of ​​gold-plating, has a passion for martial arts.

This is especially true for Hang Yining. The pursuit of powerful power is his lifelong dream.

But why is it called Sunflower Collection?

"I'd better think about it again." Hang Yining said with difficulty.
Chapter completed!