Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

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Mrs. Yu's eyes were sharp and she shot towards Mr. Bai like a sword!

Bai Longyin frowned, trying not to look at her. He reached out and took a few drawing papers from Uncle Wu, and handed them to Yan Yikuan beside him with a reserved smile.

"Brother-in-law, look, this is Haitang's freehand graffiti, a sketch of a newly designed costume. Are you willing to bury this aura?"

"Besides, this kid Haitang is diligent and studious, never lets go of the book, and has a very high level of understanding! What's even more rare is that he can sit still and is determined to learn!"

The old man's eyes were bright and he held out two fingers.

"As long as you give me two years, no, one year, I will definitely make her stand out in the literary world and earn a place!"

Mrs. Yu gently knocked the lid of the tea cup in her hand. Mr. Bai immediately stopped talking and stood up straight without turning to look at her.

Old Mrs. Yu looked amused and coughed lightly. From the corner of her eyes, she paid attention to the two people who were moving and competing on the field.

"You old guy, you want to get involved with the apprentice I have set my sights on first, and you are not afraid of tiring the child out."

Bai Longyin turned his head in surprise when he heard his wife's relaxed tone, and hit the snake with the stick!

"Only those who have mastered both civil and military skills can be considered talented. I won't delay your training as a disciple. Let's teach together and teach a good apprentice who is capable of both civil and military skills. This will be the end of his life."

The guests listened with their ears pricked up to listen to the old couple playing tricks, and they couldn't help but laugh, and they couldn't help but look at Su Haitang with admiration.

To be able to catch the eyes of this old couple and compete to officially recruit them as disciples is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Ah! Be careful!"

"mean!"

"The big one bullies the small one! And he even uses the whip to sneak attack!"

Suddenly there was a burst of screams and curses, attracting everyone's attention.

Du Feishang already held the whip in his hand and swung it with all his strength. The whip was like a red snake that chooses people to eat, spitting out snake letters and showing its poisonous fangs at Su Haitang!

It would be a big deal if he was whipped!

The guests were in an uproar, and they all felt cold sweat for Su Haitang, who was running away in embarrassment.

"Auntie, save Mingzhu!"

Yan Fangqiong couldn't maintain her composure, and suddenly panicked, calling for help from Tulip with tears in her eyes.

"Why panic!"

Mrs. Yu's face was serious, and she shouted loudly to stop Feng Qingning, who was looking embarrassed and wanted to save the situation.

"Old sister, this kid Feishuang has also met her opponent. She is in high spirits. She has a sense of control..."

As soon as Tulip raised his hand, Feng Qingning couldn't speak any more.

Feng Qingning frowned and looked at the apprentice who seemed to be showing real fire, feeling dissatisfied in his heart.

Feishuang didn't have such an unstable temper. Could it be that Haitang was deceiving him? Otherwise, how could she last so long!

Tulip ignored the people with different expressions, shouted "Begonia, come on", and threw out the half-meter-long stick leaning on the chair.

"Sister, this gun is heavy!" Bai Jingxian saw it with pleasure. When he saw his grandma throwing weapons to support him, he hurriedly reminded him!

Su Haitang rolled on the spot in embarrassment, barely dodging the whip that came with the sound of wind, reached out and fished it out, and took the gun.

It's quite heavy, but why is it so short?

The emphasis in cold weapon combat is that one inch is longer and one inch is stronger, and one inch is shorter and one inch is more dangerous. The spear is a typical long weapon, and it is suitable for fighting with long whips, but this wooden stick is not like it!

There is no way my uncle could trick her.

Su Haitang stood up like a carp, raised his weapon smoothly, and blocked the powerful whip with a bang, and the tiger's mouth was shaken numb.

However, she found a trick. She held the stick with both hands and shook it. With a clang, the spear came out and stabbed Feishuang!

Feishuang flicked his long whip, and wrapped around the gun body like a snake, and let out a sweet cry of "let go"!

Su Haitang followed the strong force and jumped forward two steps, turned over and climbed onto the spear that was firmly tied by the whip, tapped her toes, and kicked Feishuang's face door with one kick, then stepped heavily on the tip of the spear!

With a few clanging sounds, the spear fell to the ground with the whip wrapped around it, and the lingering sound echoed in the room.

Su Haitang panted violently and landed on one knee. She looked up at Feishuang, whose face was purple and ugly. She stood up slowly, cupped her fists and saluted.

"Concession!"