He finally opened his eyes and admired the artwork in front of him, showing a loving smile.

"Young man, how old are you this year?"

"18 years old and 06 months."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"not much."

“Beautiful?”

"It's very beautiful, each one is very beautiful, some are versatile, some are gentle and virtuous, some are passionate, and some are intellectual and generous." Wu Fan answered the other party's inexplicable questions very plainly.

"What a pity, I will take good care of them for you." Dongfang saw that your eyes became extremely pity, and he carefully admired his works. To be honest, he really didn't want his work to disappear into the world. He might make his work into a specimen, put it in a glass bottle, in a solution of Volgalin, and place it there forever, as one of his most admired masterpieces.

"Have you seen a frog?" Wu Fan asked. Wu Fan's question was even more strange and even more inexplicable.

"I have not only seen frogs, but also eaten frogs. The taste is very good, even better than the chicken, especially after frying it with a little applesauce." Dongfang Jian didn't know why he could say so much to this young man. Maybe he felt that it was good to say something good to death.

"Then have you seen frogs in the well?"

"..." Dongfang Jian was speechless at this time. He seemed to think something was wrong. The tone of this young man was not the tone that a loser should have, but the feeling that only a winner would have.

"Are you going to commit suicide or do it?" Dongfang Jian no longer wanted to talk nonsense to this young man at this time. This young man was really annoying, and his words were so unreasonable. Every word he said was mysterious and had a sharp edge. The young man could see that he was a person who read very little, and he had only a force like him, a young man with developed limbs and simple minds, what could he say?

"Maybe you haven't seen a frog in the well, but I'll see one today."

“Where is it?”

"It's far away, it's near before you."

At this moment, Dongfang felt inexplicably panic, and his eyes couldn't help but look at his left hand.

At this moment, his heart suddenly sank and sank to the bottom of the valley.

The nails of his five fingers have been cut, which are 5 very perfect curves, and there is no extravagance.

When did he finish it?

However, when his eyes fell on the table, his heart completely cold.

5 very, very complete nails. Obviously those 5 nails were cut off by him with one knife.

Oh my God, what kind of knife technique is that?

He just felt a gust of wind blowing, and didn't feel anything touching his fingers, and he only heard the sound of crackling on the table, and he didn't feel the sound of his nails falling on the table.

What is even more surprising is that the nails did not have any droplets. They were completely cut down with one knife, forming a perfect arc.

This is definitely not true, this is definitely magic. At this time, his heart had collapsed, and his face changed from a leisurely and complacent face to a twisted and ugly face.

His hand couldn't help but pick up a nail, and then he widened his eyes. His eyes were already big, but at this moment his eyes were actually twice as big as before.

When he saw the nails, he was almost desperate.

"If you cut the armor with a blunt knife, if you cut the tofu with a quick knife, the sword's momentum will change strangely, and no god or ghost can do it." He murmured to himself. It was an involuntary state, and his eyes suddenly shone. It seemed that he was not as desperate as before.

He is a swordsman expert. In his life, there are not many swordsmans who have joined his magic eyes. The dead Taihe Liu can barely get into his magic eyes. In the entire Dragon Capital, all swordsman masters are worthless in his eyes. In his lifetime, if you can see such swordsmanship, what regrets will you feel even if you die?

"Who do you think lost?" Wu Fan asked suddenly.

"I." Dongfang Jian seemed to realize something. His thoughts had returned to reality. His life fund had become very indifferent. His figure was already very desolate. He was no longer a middle-aged man with a strong and powerful man. He seemed to have become 20 years old in an instant, and turned into an old man with a sad and miserable old man in his late years.

"Why?"

"You asked me why you are 18 years old and you have such skills in swordsmanship at the age of three months."

"Um."

"Because I was a poor student and a poor student in school."

"A poor student, and a poor student?"

"Yes, a year ago, my education has always been very poor, but I don't care."

"What does this have to do with your diligence in sword skills?"

"Because that is something I don't care about. If I care about things, people I care about, anything I care about, I will invest my energy, my feelings, everything I care about, regardless of the cost." Wu Fan said lightly. Then he added: "Maybe this is the reason for my success."

Everything he said is summarized into two words, which is concentration.

Maybe if he does not focus on feelings, he will not have a systematic support. Maybe if he does not focus on promises, he will not turn bad luck into good fortune and become good fortune in times of trouble. Maybe if he does not have the admiration of life and awe of nature, he will not have so many chances and no great blessings.

"Concentrate!" Dongfang Jian muttered these two words, and there seemed to be a bright color in his eyes.

"I've been taught." Dongfang Jin said very piously, just as a primary school student was as respectful to a knowledgeable teacher.

He continued to look at the perfect nail, which was so perfect. With one knife, it was so elegant. Is there anything more exquisite in the world than this?

"If I leave now, would you feel a little regretful?"

"No, I was unwilling to accept it, and I didn't expect that there would be such an opponent. It would be natural for you to leave here. I should be able to do your request completely. I am not as good as you." When the last four words were spoken from Dongfang Jian's mouth, his figure became extremely depressed again.

"If the swords really face each other, I may not be the one left. The skill of a single sword is not enough to determine the outcome, nor is it enough to determine life and death. Therefore, you don't have to take it seriously." Wu Fan said.

"No, with your sword skills just now, I will never defeat you. Your sword skills will not become weaker, and my sword skills will not become stronger."

"Wrong, there are many factors that affect the outcome, the right time, the right place, and the existence of people."

"A master of swordsmanship may also become a vulnerable alcoholic overnight, so I may not be able to defeat you, you are the only one who defeats you." Wu Fan said.

Then he did not stay for a moment, and walked directly down the stairs just now.

When Wu Fan walked to the third floor, the blood on the third floor had been cleaned up and Chunmei's body disappeared. The remaining 8 people accounted for as if they were waiting for someone to come down, but when Wu Fan really walked down, they were still extremely surprised. No one could imagine that the person who walked down was actually Wu Fan.

Especially the Siya Zhucheng, they were already waiting for the verdict of fate, they were already waiting for the coming of death, and at this moment their master actually returned victoriously.

They had heard of the horror of the Tiandao Health Center. Almost no one who was called to the 6th floor could survive. It was almost the most terrifying force of the Dragon Clan itself. He actually walked down leisurely, without any mechanism in the stairs.

"Master." Zhucheng Siya said in unison.
Chapter completed!