"Why are you kicking? You don't dare to use your inheritance as a lottery. Why are you talking so much? Get out."
Fan Luo was like driving away beggars or driving away drunkards, with a bit of irritability and helplessness in his anxiety.
The master of Mo Dao Sect suddenly raised a thick book and said loudly:
"My Mo Knife Sect kicks off the gym today, using the "Mo Knife" that has been passed down for thousands of years as the prize. If the kick fails, this sword technique will stay here forever and belong to the Lanshan Martial Arts School."
"That won't work. It's just a Mo Sword. We don't like it if it doesn't have a secret skill."
"You are too presumptuous. It is an inheritance, so of course it has secret skills."
"Yeah?"
"snort!"
"Okay, Master, he agreed. I have no choice but to accept it."
After saying that, the loom let go of the body that had taken over, and Fan Luo's temperament changed, and he put on a posture:
"Who can come forward to teach me?"
The master of Mo Dao Sect pulled out the long sword from his waist,
"Fistes and feet have no eyes, swords are ruthless, blessings and misfortunes cannot be controlled by oneself, life and death are determined by destiny."
As soon as he finished speaking, the long knife was coated with a layer of black smoke, as thick as ink that was about to drip.
At the same time, a scent of ink filled the air.
Lanshan's face instantly became serious:
"Oh no, this is a master who is not weaker than Yang Hongzhen."
The senior brother and others were beside the master. They were all shocked when they heard this. Who is Yang Hong? He is a martial artist who is known as the invincible, known as Yang Wudi. This achievement is achieved through fighting, not bragging.
Fan Luo never underestimated the opponent, he immediately used the mist light, as if the wind was blowing, but what was blown out was brilliance, the brilliance was strong, the courtyard was illuminated like daylight, and it appeared at the side of the Mo Dao Sect master at extremely fast speed.
Kick out.
The smoke curled up like a wild dragon emerging from the abyss.
The angry leg came to him, the master of the ink knife sect turned around, and the long knife trembled. In an instant, the brilliance caused by Fan Luo was like a piece of fine rice paper, being waved wantonly by a pen covered with ink, and the ink droplets pointed out one after another.
A big character with flying dragons and phoenixes.
——Mo Yu.
The blade is wrapped with jade, and the back hair cuts across the blade, cutting off the enemy by seven inches.
This knife cut into Fan Luo's lifeblood.
Fan Luo put one hand on the ground, spun around, and abruptly withdrew a furious kick. Instead, he used his hand as a pivot to launch a series of kicks. The power was slightly weaker, but the speed was extremely fast.
--calligraphy.
The ink smoke forms a book that stretches across the horizon, and the jade curtain is so beautiful that no drop of water can penetrate it.
Bang ~ Seven dense sounds were fired almost at the same time. Outsiders could barely hear a trace of the overlapping sound. Fan Luo's feet collided with the ink knife seven times in an instant, and then he retreated quickly.
The long knife touched the ground, but without touching it, the ink droplets fell down and spread out on the floor tiles. The person holding the knife dragged the knife and walked, like the angry warrior, stepping ten steps at a time, leaving only a line of ink marks.
——Poker.
Fan Luo raised his head, and his body seemed to have been bumped by someone. The two intertwined, and a splash of ink formed an arc, drawing a circle between the two. There were two sounds of knives and a cross, as if answering a question in an exam and the teacher had drawn a circle with a black pen.
"〤".
Fan Luo's eyes flashed with strange light, and he suddenly gritted his teeth. Smoke filled the air and enveloped the entire courtyard.
The literary giant is in a state of confusion.
Da da da da da——
Just like thousands of troops marching.
Thick fog is rolling, fist seals break through the air, wearing clouds, legs penetrate the fog, stirring with smoke.
——Secret Skill: Wild Bite.
——Secret Skill: Wild Dragon.
The afterimages rolled around, the mist gathered, and suddenly hit the visitors who had strayed into the confused environment.
In an instant, pen and ink flew across the sky, swords and ink clanged, as if cursive writing was running wild, and was scattered by punches and legs, waiting for the poet to break through and the fog to return.
Fan Luo appeared wearing a mist robe, and there was a person lying at his feet. Who could it be if it wasn't the master of the Mo Dao Sect?
"Concession."
Fan Luo took back Yanlan and let go of the mist surrounding the master of the Mo Dao Sect.
"A true young hero."
The master of the Mo Dao Sect stood up. Instead of showing the slightest trace of embarrassment, the master of the Mo Dao Sect looked like he had drank a large bowl of wine and looked indescribably heroic after seeing the Milky Way Waterfall.
He raised the ink knife, looked at it for a moment and then said:
"Lan has great legs, but you know the sword better. If I hadn't deliberately avoided it, the pen in my hand would have been broken long ago. This ink sword belongs to you."
The book and the knife were thrown at the young man at the same time.
The master of the Mo Knife Sect turned around and left the Lanshan Martial Arts Hall in a relaxed manner. Those who didn't know better thought they were returning with a great victory.
A disciple caught up behind him and asked softly:
"Master, if we fail to kick the gym, what are our next plans?"
"Watch a show, a big show."
"There are no us on the stage?"
"It would still be wonderful without us."
…
Fan Luo looked at the ink knife for a few times and was very satisfied.
"What kind of kick did you do just now? I don't remember Lan Kick having this move."
Lanshan came over at some point and waved his hand to let the outsiders who were still watching leave.
"Huang Jiao, I was inspired by Tang Wa Zhengquan and created the secret skill of Lan Kou. When used in conjunction with Huang Jie, it is no weaker than the secret skill."
Fan Luo looked up at the night sky at 45 degrees, with a look of loneliness and coldness on his face.
Li Shufen immediately rushed forward, locked his neck with a moan, and said:
"I want to learn this secret skill."
Liang Le, Tai Feng, Hong Tu and Zhang Bangbo all rushed forward and shouted:
"I want it too, I want it too."
The second senior brother said with emotion, "Last time I heard from my junior brother that the boxing he practices has secret skills, but I didn't expect that even Lan's legs have secret skills now."
During the whole process of kicking the gym, only the second senior brother remained calm throughout the whole process. He knew that Fan Luo had killed Jin Ge, one of the leaders of Lu Luo. His strength was probably not weaker than that of Yang Hongzhen.
Lan Shan nodded: "Judging from the fight just now, a single desolate dragon is not as good as Yan Lan, but it is an inherited skill of Lan Leg Five. It seems that it can be used in conjunction with Yan Lan. Just now, the little thirteen desolate dragon used Locking Mist
, like a steel cage closing in on me, I was completely defeated and couldn't use my strength."
He looked at the disciples who were still fighting with Fan Luo and shook his head slightly:
"Huang Jiao is domineering, and Huang Jiao is equally domineering. The secret skills are not so easy to learn. Lan's legs are not heated enough. If you practice them forcefully, you will only damage your body."
Cai Shaofeng chuckled:
"My heart moves just looking at it. Master, don't you want to practice?"
"I'm an old man with one foot in the coffin. If my body gets damaged, I won't be able to live for a few more years."
Lanshan waved his hand and laboriously moved the Taishi chair back to the lobby and put it away.
After the fun, everyone had dinner.
Fan Luo lay on the bed after taking a shower.
"Do you want to enter the practice room?"
"Enter."
Fan Luo stared at the four options hanging in the room, his eyes lingering on the "Avenue Furnace".
If I hadn't come to this universe.
He has activated this option that has never been opened before.
I originally planned to collect enough skills to create a skill for myself that does not require a special training place and can be practiced continuously.
However, those techniques are completely inapplicable in this universe.
Now that I think about it more carefully, maybe what I want is not just a technique that exempts me from harsh training conditions, but a universal training technique that can be applied to any universe.
Fan Luo took out "Mo Dao", a martial art passed down by Mo Dao Sect for thousands of years, and started reading it quietly while crossing his legs.