"What's wrong? Are you stupid? If you don't continue to take action, do you want to stand and wait for death?!" Liang Rui scolded sternly. Right now, whether it was power or eyes, he was completely different from when he usually got along with his disciples, and this time
With this look, if a Soul Department student saw it, they would definitely yell at me, that familiar paralyzed monster is back again!
Iron-fisted methods, merciless criticism, and heart-wrenching rebuke.
Zhao Fan did not adapt to his teacher's change for a while, and after getting along with him for so long, it was the first time that he experienced the opponent's iron-fisted style.
Liang Rui, however, did not wait for his disciple to recover and directly launched an offensive, which was a whip without any skills.
Snap!
When Zhao Fan tried to avoid it, it was too late, and he was hit before even having time to condense his soul armor.
He felt that his soul and body were in pain as if they were being torn apart. He flew upside down and broke the big tree not far away, and then fell to the ground in a panic.
Zhao Fan looked at Liang Rui's expression as if he had sworn hatred and immediately sobered up.
This is not a class, but a practical simulation!
If you were facing not a teacher, but a real enemy, I'm afraid you would have died several times!
Immediately, Zhao Fan stood up suddenly. While enduring the pain, his eyes changed. Instead of respect for Liang Rui, they were replaced by coldness.
Liang Ruiwang saw his disciple's expression, calm on the surface, but extremely pleased in his heart. This was the effect he wanted. No matter how deep the feelings were off the court, it should be a life-or-death situation on the court! Even if he reached the point, he would not actually kill him.
But if you still respect yourself as a teacher at this time, then you can end the discussion early, and there will be no effect if you continue.
Not only that, while Liang Rui continued his consistent style, he also intensified his efforts and had stricter requirements on his disciples.
In fact, this is really helping Zhao Fan, otherwise it will harm him.
Zhao Fan condensed a layer of soul armor on his body, and at the same time cast a soul secret technique that was faster and almost instantaneous than Burning Tu, and its power was equivalent to half of the latter.
Liang Rui did not accept the attack head-on, but directly passed the opponent's attack and went straight to Zhao Fan!
The next moment.
Zhao Fan was knocked away again and his face turned pale.
He couldn't understand why his teacher and he had the same soul power amplitude and level, why the other party would behave so terrifyingly, as if he had overwhelming dominance!
over time.
After Zhao Fan was ravaged to the point of being bruised and bruised, Liang Rui said, "That's the end of today's competition. I hope my teacher will be able to see your progress tomorrow."
Zhao Fan couldn't even speak a complete sentence at this time. It was the first time since he came to Yuanjie that he was so seriously injured...
However, Zhao Fan will not hold any grudge because of this. Instead, he knows that one day he will be grateful to his teacher for the "torture" he had inflicted on him.
Immediately.
Liang Rui walked to Zhao Fan with a gentle expression. He threw an elixir into the latter's mouth, "After recovering from the injury, we will go to the spiritual spring. Today's second mission is still to kill ten heads."
Yuan beasts at the late Xuan level, however, have to face two heads at the same time."
"Well..." Zhao Fan gasped, feeling the wounds in his body and soul being healed by the medicine, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.
Liang Rui didn't speak any more, and jumped up to the wooden house with a wave of his hands. After entering the door, he couldn't bear to sigh: "Alas... I can teach Xiaofan every day, and I will lose one day by doing this.
Even though he hated me for a while, I don’t want this disciple to fall when he shouldn’t fall in the future.”
The blow hit Zhao Fan and hurt Liang Rui's heart.
Unknowingly, an hour had passed, and Zhao Fan's body and soul injuries had all recovered. He stood up again like a vigorous and vigorous tiger, silently looked up at the wooden house with the door closed, and then turned around and headed towards the mysterious beast.
A gathering of spiritual springs.
After arriving.
Many Yuan Beasts shrank their necks when they saw the human man who looked like a murderous god coming down to earth appeared again. Whose turn will it be to be unlucky today?
Zhao Fan didn't make any nonsense or unnecessary movements. He raised his finger and pointed at the two Yuan beasts at the late Xuan level. "You two, come up together."
The two Xuan-level beasts, one huge and the other extremely small, looked at each other for a moment, then released their power, surrounding Zhao Fan one on the left and the other on the right.
…
Another three hours passed.
On the ground lay the corpses of ten late-stage Xuan beasts.
Zhao Fan fought one against two for five consecutive games. He also suffered some injuries, and even looked bloody in several parts. However, it had no substantial impact on his combat effectiveness. In the end, under the gaze of many Yuan Beasts,
left.
Zhao Fan digested the battle experience while walking. It must be said that after increasing the difficulty, he gained a lot more insights.
Before Zhao Fan returned to the wooden house, he changed into clean clothes and cleaned up the blood and dirt because he didn't want the teacher to see him like this.
Then push the door open and enter.
Liang Rui is taking a pen and writing something on a book.
Zhao Fan acted as if nothing had happened in the morning, as usual, and said with a smile: "Teacher, the disciple is back."
Liang Rui nodded without raising his head, "Let's talk about it."
Zhao Fan described the process of five games against two in detail step by step, and then talked about many of his insights.
At this time, Liang Rui closed the book and put it into his storage jewelry. He looked into his disciple's eyes and said after a moment: "Well done. For tomorrow's task, you will compete with me in the morning and go to Lingquan in the afternoon.
"
"Next time...how many will we fight at the same time?" Zhao Fan asked.
"Same as today, two at the same time." Liang Rui asked demandingly: "But the end time of each game must be shortened by at least 30%. Is it possible?"
"able!"
As soon as Zhao Fan finished speaking, he turned his hands and conjured up six dishes and one soup on the table. As usual, he finished introducing these dishes to the teacher.
Liang Rui picked up his chopsticks and enjoyed the sumptuous dinner with his disciple. At the same time, he was completely sure that his disciple had not changed about him as a teacher because of what happened in the morning, so he felt very relieved.
…
When the sun rises.
After breakfast, Zhao Fan opened the door and landed on the ground first. He smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It will be another morning of being beaten."
However, there was no resistance or fear in his eyes, but eagerness to try.
Zhao Fan believes that he is stronger today than yesterday. Even though his rank and soul power amplitude have not improved, his combat effectiveness has been steadily improved.
As Liang Rui lands, the discussion begins!
Soon after.
"That's it." After Liang Rui said that, he stuffed a pill into Zhao Fan's mouth, and then returned to the wooden house in the tree.
"..."
Zhao Fan was depressed. Could it be that the increase in combat power was an illusion? Although he was mentally prepared to be crushed and beaten starting today, but compared with yesterday, the situation seemed to be the same, with no ability to fight back, or even worse.
Each attack was forcibly broken before it was fully concentrated and then knocked away...
He felt like he was being kicked around like a broken sack when faced with an iron-fisted teacher.
After Zhao Fan recovered from his physical and soul injuries, he regained his composure and headed to the spiritual spring.
During the afternoon mission, something unexpected happened.
After the third battle, among the many Yuan beasts gathered in Lingquan, only five Yuan beasts at the late Xuan level were left...
Before Zhao Fan had time to name them, the five beasts seemed to have reached a consensus and launched a group attack!
Because, they finally realized that if the human man continued like this, they would all become corpses under his knife.
These late-stage Xuan-level Yuan beasts feel deeply regretful. If they had known this, they should have united all the late-stage Xuan-level Yuan beasts and swarmed up to capture the opponent!
It was not too late to remedy the situation, so they chose to do it together.
Not only that, the male lion with a white face and black body also called his group of female lions.
Those Yuan beasts in the middle stage of Xuan level did not dare to participate, but retreated further away. After all, when gods fight, mortals suffer. If they were involved, they might not even touch Zhao Fan's body, but would be killed by other Yuan beasts.
The offensive was destroyed.
To be honest, Zhao Fan is really worried. What he is facing right now, in addition to the four late-stage Xuan-level beasts, is also a group of lions headed by male lions. Through the tacit cooperation of the latter, their overall combat power is even that of the peak Xuan-level Yuan beasts.
Everyone should stay away!
"Flight or fight?"
Zhao Fan made a cruel move with his sword. If that's the case, let's fight!
It is impossible for everything to progress as expected. There will always be surprises. Now you have a choice. But what if you encounter a time when there is no way out?
Once you become cowardly, the seeds will be planted, which will cause great hidden dangers to your mood.
And the state of mind is linked to the actual combat effectiveness.
…
This battle between the few and the many lasted for two hours.
After Zhao Fan cut off the lion's head with one knife, it ended.
At this time, he was surrounded by corpses. Counting the male lions, there were five late-stage Xuan beasts and a group of female lions...
Zhao Fan, however, was seriously injured, even worse than when he was beaten and crushed by Liang Rui in the morning.
His body felt as if it had been hollowed out, and it was difficult to even stay standing. He could only hold his stomach against the Long Yao Tian Dao and lean on it on the ground.
The many Yuan beasts who were watching the battle in the distance were filled with joy. They realized that in the future, there would be no competition for the water of the spiritual spring in the later stages of the Xuan level, and their lives would be extremely happy. However, many Yuan beasts were not only interested in that
The human man was not grateful at all. Instead, he bared his fangs and gathered towards the battlefield. The opportunity to kill him came. The opponent was at the end of his weapon and could not pose any threat!
Zhao Fan reluctantly opened his eyes. He looked helplessly at those Yuan beasts in the middle stage of the Xuan level. Fortunately, he was carrying the Tongtian Xuan Tower. Just when Zhao Fan thought about it and was about to hide in the tower, suddenly, a domineering
A voice sounded, "Get out!"
Those Yuan beasts were collectively knocked to the ground, and then they fled with their tails between their legs as if they had seen a terrifying scene, and soon disappeared without a trace in the night.
"Um?"
Zhao Fan saw the void in front of him fluctuate, and a familiar figure reflected in his pupils.
"teacher……"
Zhao Fan shouted weakly, then tilted his head and fell into coma.
Liang Rui supported his disciple's body, then lowered his head and glanced at the corpse on the ground. With a casual move, he put the edible food into the ring.
"One against five, and there is a pride of lions among them. This disciple of mine is incredible..."
After Liang Rui laughed twice in approval, he grabbed the disciple and teleported away.