Yan Wenchuan graduated early with these students and had been together for nearly two years, so he was reluctant to leave here.

With two-hour speech and arrangement, each student knows where they will go in the future.

303 dormitory.

The three brothers were reluctant to part with each other. The eldest brother went to the 19th Army. The third brother found connections to arrange for the return of the Peking government. As for Yan Wenchuan's affiliation to the 27th Army of the National Revolutionary Army.

"The second brother, I'm going to break up. I'll open the bedside box you have been hiding for two years and let me see!" Wang Xuezhang said expectantly.

Yan Xueming looked expectant. Since the beginning of getting along, the three brothers were curious about the small box in Yan Wenchuan's arms. What treasure was placed inside.

"You just want to know that?"

"Yes, yes, I'm curious. This has been under my heart for more than a year," Wang Xuezhang said quickly.

I watched the two classmates who were about to part, and took a small square box from the bed.

Gently wipe, the lock opened, and a little golden and dazzling light was emitted from the slightly lifted slit.

Looking at the six small flying knives made of pure gold lying quietly inside the box.

The two of them grew up and said, "This..."

"This is...a knife!"

"Absolute thing! You actually use gold to build a knife. Isn't it a pity, you're so sad?" Wang Xuezhang roared in anger.

Yan Xueming also looked at Yan Wenchuan with resentful eyes.

"Hahaha! Why bother! Not that, this is because I have been practicing weapons since I was a child."

"Tell you, guns, I'm not good at it. What I'm really amazing is the 'flying knife'," Yan Wenchuan said with a smug smile.

The two of them looked at Yan Wenchuan with some constipation.

"Flying Knife!"

"Forget it! You can barely see your marksmanship until today. This class graduates are the last in the art of guns," Wang Xuezhang said contemptuously.

Yan Wenchuan's face turned red. There was nothing he could do about this, he had no choice but to have a gun.

"Don't just say no to practice, the woman on the picture behind the door, just hit her in the left eye!" Yan Xueming said.

"Okay, we're about to part. It's time to show our strength," Yan Wenchuan said confidently, knocking on their faces.

The right hand flashed quickly, and a willow leaf flying knife appeared in Yan Wenchuan's palm. His fingers trembled slightly, his body leaned forward, and he threw it out with force.

Bang...

The flying knife penetrated through one eye, but it was not the left eye, but the right eye.

The two of them glanced at Yan Wenchuan, who was still posing, looked at each other, but they couldn't suppress their eyes...

"Awesome! The second brother, you are amazing, practice hard, don't lose this skill."

"We both leave first, and contact us more in the future," said the two of them quickly left the door.

After a while.

A burst of crazy laughter came downstairs, like two mad dogs.
Chapter completed!