In the early morning, amid the clear and pleasant sound of wind chimes, the fragrant fragrance of flowers wafted into the room with the soft breeze. Ji Yi slowly opened his eyes under the cover of this fragrance of flowers.

He stood up from the bed, walked to the window, looked at the sky that was white, stretched out with a comfortable and comfortable look, and a burst of muscles and bones like firecrackers were heard all over his body.

Then, he looked at the wind chime by the window, where many miniature weapons were hung on it, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, all of which were all. Ji Yi pinched one of the swords and pulled them gently, and the small sword fell off the wind chime.

Breaking from the limitations of the wind chime, it seemed that it had escaped from some wonderful realm. The small sword that was originally like a toy suddenly grew in the wind and turned into a three-foot long sword.

Seeing this mysterious scene, Ji Yi looked as usual and didn't care. He obviously saw many mysterious and mysterious things.

"It's still big."

Ji Yi held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword. Looking at the hilt of the sword that was flush with his chest, the child couldn't help but pout, and his face showed a look of distress.

"well!"

The depressed child still put the sword in his hand back to the wind chime, and the moment the long sword touched the wind chime, it returned to the size of a toy again.

"I'd better practice with the branches first!"

At dawn when the sun and the moon alternated, before the sun rose, a manor built in a black community in the suburbs of Gotham City, a child under ten years old turned over and jumped down from the third floor.

This extremely dangerous behavior for ordinary children is ordinary on him. He didn't even take off his strength and his body fell to the ground.

Then, the child with a normal expression walked towards the manor open space. Now it was time to practice morning. The plan for the day was in the morning. This was a time when all the physical qualities were at their peak, and he would not miss it.

call--

Walking to the small square specially reserved in the manor, Ji Yi grabbed a small wooden stick that looked quite tough and held it in his hand, dancing so hard that he was very fierce, but after playing a set of stick methods, he quickly got tired of it.

"Come a sparring practice!"

The child shouted, and as he finished speaking, a knight statue took action to the southeast of the square.

Kakka—

Accompanied by the obscure friction, the stone statue that should have been decorated moved. This knight statue made one-to-one was riding its horse toward the small square amid the shouts of children.

"Knight? It seems that I got a good harvest last night!"

Seeing the opponent standing in front of him, Ji Yi looked up and down, and unexpectedly saw blood on the head of the Knight Spear that had not yet retreated.

The knight, who recovered from the petrified state and was no different from the flesh and blood, did not answer, but just remained silent, skillfully turned over and dismounted, and hanged the rifle in his hand on the back of the horse, and pulled out the stone sword at his waist.

It would be too much to deal with a child who is not yet adult and is not as tall as a horse, riding on a war horse and holding a rifle used to charge against him.

"You are really lucky!"

Ji Yi swept through the corner of his eyes and distributed it all over the manor to decorate the statues, and sighed sincerely.

Zheng--

The knight still did not respond, but at this moment, he clearly had a marble sword blade, but he emitted a sword sound that only a metal sword could have.

The moment the sword sounded, Ji Yi quickly calmed down and did not dare to be distracted any more. Although it was just a routine practice and would not be in danger of life, it still hurts when the bladeless stone sword fell on his body.

Without any announcement before the attack, the knight was silent as usual, holding a long sword and slashing. Although he did not ride a horse or a spear, his fierce momentum when he launched the attack was like a general leading the army to charge.

For those who are hostile to it, the evil spirits that have been tempered on the battlefield are extremely shocking. If you are not careful, you will reveal fatal flaws and die.

However, Ji Yi has long been accustomed to this kind of momentum impact with a sense of mental oppression. Although he still feels a little uncomfortable, it does not affect his resistance by waving his stick.

Dong!

The little child held the wooden stick in his hand and easily held the top-down slash of the knight. The stone war sword and the wooden stick made a rather crisp collision.

Then Ji Yi held the wooden stick and swung the stone sword aside, trying to point the knight's chest with the tip of the stick, but this obvious attack was quickly avoided, and the long sword that was swept away in the knight's hand drew a perfect arc and slashed towards his neck.

Bang!

The child blocked the attack again. The knight's attack speed was not fast and his power was within the scope of his ability to resist. However, Ji Yi could observe every time he swung his sword, and in theory could block it.

But theory is theory, reality is reality. Ji Yi can clearly see the movements of a sparring exercise, but he just can't stop it. After only thirty rounds of battle, three red marks appeared on his body.

These red marks are located on his neck, chest and back. This is just a pair of exercises. If it were in the fight, he had been killed by his opponent three times...

Morning exercises are not long. When the sun rises from the horizon and the bright light dispels the remnants of the night, the boy covered in red marks returns to the villa, packs his schoolbag, and prepares to go to school after breakfast.

The knight who had been practicing with him for the morning rode a war horse, held the spear, returned to his marble base, returned to his original posture, and remained motionless.

"Aunt Lin! Is there any honey today?"

When the child ran into the villa, he smelled the aroma of meat and the fragrance of flowers he smelled when he just opened his eyes, floating in the restaurant, making people salivate.

Ji Yi couldn't wait to sit on the dining table, and glanced at the breakfast prepared by the chef Aunt Lin for him - a cup of dairy products that shone with golden light and exuded a rich floral fragrance, and a tomahawk steak that was still sizzling oil.

"Yes, is it the Knights who are your sparring this morning?"

"Um!"

Ji Yi, who had a sip of breakfast milk happily, responded obediently, with a look of extreme comfort on his face. After drinking this sip of milk, the conspicuous, even purple scars on his body began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How does it feel?"

"It's still the same as before. Every time I fight him, I feel like I can win him as long as I'm a little more serious, but I can't win every time!"

Ji Yi used chopsticks to pick up a piece of cut beef and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he replied with some depression.

"You little guy, don't be too ambitious, and don't look at how old you are, and how long has the Knight been there?"

Aunt Lin looked at Ji Yi's expression and could probably understand this little guy's troubles and depression.

"Don't be unsatisfied. A trainee who can always control strength and skills to only be superior to you and even be on par with you will never be able to come by many aristocratic families in China!"

"Uh-huh!"

Ji Yi responded obediently twice, but he didn't feel much touched in his heart, just ate the nutritious meat, egg, and milk breakfast.
Chapter completed!