Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

"Senior Duan, in the future, I will introduce more students to come here. If each of them has to go through the test, will it affect the progress of the teaching? I always feel that there will be many people who will not be able to complete it."

Although Ye Fan didn't know the specific testing process, there were some things that were difficult without knowing it.

However, Duan Qianrong didn't take it seriously, glanced at him and said:

"You don't even have that little confidence in the students you recommend? Or do you think I'm just a difficult person, and the test I pass must be difficult to pass?"

uh~
You are quite self-aware.

Ye Fan thought so.

Of course, it is impossible to say this, so I can only probe politely: "Of course I know that senior has worked hard to test the strength of the students so that they can use a more secure posture to learn the exercises, but in the current situation, I believe that senior is also very serious. Clearly, there is really no time to make a big fuss."

Hearing this, Duan Qianrong looked disdainful, and said with a smile: "You think I don't know what's going on in your heart? Of course I know you think I'm troublesome, but powerful exercises without a solid foundation, forcibly instilling them will only harm you. After leaving her, if you really find it troublesome, you might as well recruit a few more students, wait for me to train them together, and then hold the test collectively, this way, it can be regarded as improving efficiency."

"This..." Ye Fan was a little hesitant, but he still agreed, "In this case, according to what the senior said, I will find more people."

in this way.

Ye Fan pulled all the first batch of candidates in his mind.

Hu Mo, Hu Qingxue, Feng Shuiwu, Yushang...there are some disciples of the Water Dance Sect who have practiced the improved Zishui Nine Tribulations Strength and came from behind.

Anyone whose strength reached the early stage of Xuanji was pulled by him to make up the number.

Duan Qianrong naturally never refuses anyone who comes. Her teaching method is mainly based on actual combat, and of course she won't mind a few more sandbags to pass the time.

And these days, Ye Fan certainly wasn't idle.

As an apprentice whom Dian Kong named to teach personally, Dian Kong certainly would not let Ye Fan idle.

His devil teaching will never be easier than Duan Qianrong.

Fortunately, Ye Fan has rough skin and thick flesh, and is eager to improve his strength, so he has survived.

……

In the space of yellow sand, the sky is full of yellow sand.

On the martial arts arena, dozens of large drums as tall as two people are arranged in a square shape, and the land is used as a boundary. The open space of hundreds of meters square is designated as a martial arts arena.

Standing in this martial arts arena, Ye Fan's mind always unconsciously emerged, the picture of dozens of big drums beating in unison.

That scene must be magnificent and magnificent, full of vigor and momentum.

Ye Fan can imagine what it was like when the Flying Tiger Army was in its heyday.

It's a pity that the current Ye Fan has no chance to see him.

"Brother Ye, why did you start to be in a daze again? If you went to the battlefield, the daze just now would be enough for you to die a hundred times."

"Cough~"

As soon as Dian Kong's contemptuous mocking voice rang in his ears, Ye Fan felt a sharp pain in his back.

Huge force came from top to bottom, slamming him down.

His internal organs shook violently, his mouth was filled with yellow sand, and he was lying on the ground with his face on the ground.

"Damn, come again!"

A carp stood up, and Ye Fan had regained his posture.

On the opposite side, although Dian Kong spoke unforgivingly, he was shocked in his heart, and he wiped his sweat vigorously:

"This kid, does he have unlimited energy? Or is there any unique way to save spiritual power? We almost fight against each other from morning to night, growing up in the sparring, except for a few hours of rest at night, we hardly even have the time to stop for a drink of water." , if he is still exhausted, I will not be able to hold on."

Dian Kong panted heavily, still more than shocked in his heart:
"Furthermore, not only does he have unlimited energy, but his ability to learn is also terrifying. I used [-]% of my strength to fight against him before, but in just a few days, I have to raise my strength to With [-]% ability, he can barely suppress him, but now, he has improved again! Just now he was hit by my [-]% power, and he jumped up like a normal person, and his movements are as agile as a leopard. What kind of structure is this kid?"

However, just as Diankong was wiping his sweat and panting for breath, Ye Fan was keenly aware of his flaws.

This is the first time in a few days!
"There is a flaw!"

Ye Fan couldn't help blurting out that the step of real water was running, and the man had appeared behind Diankong.

Diankong turned around reflexively, cursing in his mouth:

"Damn it, it's this weird footwork again. It's as fast as a teleportation. I almost caught him a few times, but this time, he's even faster."

The power is concentrated at the fingertips, and he has given up using punches during the few days of fighting Dian Kong.

Although the taijiquan method is exquisite and incomparable, it is a static and braking method after all, so it is not so suitable for such a long-distance sneak attack.

So he switched to light and quick fingering.

These moves were all created by him in actual combat, and the names haven't been decided yet.

But there was no time to name him.

He pointed his fingers together to form a sword, and the power of purple water shot out from between his fingers.

quick!ruthless!allow!
At the same time as the move, Ye Fan roared in his heart.

He has tried his best to condense the ideas expressed by these three words into this finger.

On the opposite side, Dian Kong's figure flickered. He didn't master the exquisite footwork such as the real water step, but the strange thing was that he could always avoid the inevitable blow at the critical moment.

"Damn, he dodged again."

Ye Fan was very annoyed.

Every time Diankong dodges a move, Ye Fan will receive a good training.

What? "Did you learn this blow from those women of the Water Dance Sect? Why are you so weak?"

Or "Did you have sex with the little beauty last night? Why did you become a soft-legged shrimp." And so on.

Hearing this, I felt angry and wanted to hit someone, but couldn't.

For several days, Ye Fan was immersed in this grievance, he wished he could swallow Diankong alive.

"You have a good expression, do you want to eat me? You are here, just relying on this inexplicable fingering? Where are you aiming at?"

Sure enough, Ye Fan's teeth almost snapped as the cheap voice kept echoing in his ears.

"If you are capable, stand still and don't run away!"

"Stop talking silly, how could someone stand up and let you hit him? You are an adult, can you stop being childish?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old hermaphrodite.

But this time, Ye Fan took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down.

In his previous life, he had studied the Art of War, and knew that killing people first punishes the heart.

Diankong stimulated him like this, of course, he had another purpose.

His purpose was to disturb Ye Fan's mentality.

If you are distracted, your reaction will be sluggish, your movements will be stiff, and you will be full of flaws.

At that time, it becomes a living target.

The more beaten, the more confused the mind, the more disturbed the mind, the more sluggish the movements, the more likely to be beaten.

In this way, it will only fall into a vicious circle.

"I'm in a daze again!"

But unexpectedly, Dian Kong didn't even give him a chance to adjust his breathing.

There was a sharp pain in the back of the neck, and a hand knife had already fallen.

His eyes were dizzy for a while, and Ye Fan fell to the ground again.