On the square, dozens of outer disciples have been waiting for a long time, and Wei Fangzi was among them.
The disciples waited for almost half an hour before a tall, muscular middle-aged man slowly walked over.
"ah!"
"How could it be Elder Yan?!"
"I don't want to be corporally punished..."
"Uh...I remembered that I still have some clothes that I confiscated first..."
Apparently many people in the venue knew about the strong middle-aged man, and they were complaining endlessly, fearing that they had suffered a lot at his hands.
Before the strong man entered the arena, an oppression that was ten times more powerful than Zhang Peng's came. Wei Fang was not only not afraid of this, but actually felt happy in his heart!
The stronger the person teaching the skills, the more powerful the skills he teaches will naturally be.
Although I don't know why those old disciples are so afraid of him.
But as long as you can learn a technique from his hands, there's no harm in enduring some hardships! Wei Fang thought this way.
"I am Yan Hao, your master who teaches skills today!" A strong, middle-aged voice as thick as a bell sounded.
Everyone in the stadium was shaken and had eardrums hurting, including Wei Fang, but he did not cover his ears with both hands like those disciples.
But by opening your mouth slightly, you can relieve the impact of sound waves in your ears.
Yan Hao seemed to notice something and looked at Wei Fang a few more times and said softly: "What's your name?"
Wei Fang bowed his hands and replied: "Young Wei Fang, I have met Elder Yan."
Yan Hao nodded and stopped talking.
Seeing this, the disciples around Wei Fang fled away from him as if they were avoiding a disaster star. Wei Fang frowned slightly when he saw this, and immediately ignored him.
"Hehe~"
"This kid is going to die! He was actually targeted by Elder Yan~"
"I'll have some good fruit from him later, hehe~ Just wait and see the good show~"
Some sounds of gloating about the misfortune reached Wei Fang's ears without concealment.
Yan Hao waved his hand, and a huge boulder appeared in the field.
"This technique is called Jiudielang. Watch carefully. I will only demonstrate it once!"
Immediately, his anger sank in his Dantian, and he lightly touched the boulder with one punch and quickly retracted it.
There was no huge momentum as expected, he didn't even seem to use any effort, and the boulder even swayed very little.
But the moment he retracted his fist, a sound suddenly came from the boulder.
"Ka! Ka! Ka!"
In an instant, the boulder exploded layer by layer from the inside to the outside!
Wei Fang looked very carefully, and there were nine sounds in total from the boulder, no more, no less, and a total of nine explosions!
"Hiss~"
Sounds of gasping for air came from the field one after another.
"This! What kind of technique is this? Why haven't I heard anyone say that Elder Yan taught such a technique before?" Some old disciples whispered among themselves.
Looking at the gravel on the ground, Wei Fang showed excitement. Is this the technique he is about to enter? It is indeed so powerful!
Mysterious skills are similar to elixirs. They are divided into three levels from low to high, and each level is divided into three grades.
Yan Hao's punches began to flash through his mind rapidly, and Yan Hao's punches just now appeared in Wei Fang's mind again like a revolving door.
Wei Fang couldn't help but punch out, and his fist pierced the sky. The power was quite powerful, but there was nothing surprising about it.
It's far from Yan Hao's level of being able to smash boulders with ease.
Yan Hao took out a few more boulders and let everyone practice without saying a word.
Wei Fang came to the boulder and once again imitated Elder Yan's punching action and punched out.
"Boom!"
The boulder was shaking, but it didn't cause much damage. Instead, his wound was cracked open again.
Elder Yan saw that the punching movements of many disciples were somewhat similar.
He couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, the movements are somewhat similar."
"Remember! Jiudielang, as the name suggests, is like a punch hitting nine waves at the same time."
"Completed in an instant, it can cause nine equally powerful attacks."
“This requires a long period of practice and understanding before you can do it!”
"The key is that you need to be familiar with the nine power-generating parts of your body, such as the heart, lungs, waist, chest, back, shoulders, upper arms, arm joints, and nine wrists!"
"Among them, the strength of the heart and lungs is the most difficult to fully mobilize, but the heart, lungs, and blood are also the most powerful once they are fully mobilized!"
"The other nine stacks are not about mobilizing the power of one place and another, but they must be mobilized at the same time."
"Recompress it and then combine it into one to produce nine bursts!"
"But there is a premise for this, that is, it needs to be compressed with mysterious energy as a medium, so that it can achieve the effect of one blow, but it will explode nine times in nine places!"
"If there is no mysterious energy as a medium, then there is only the combined power of a burst from the nine places!"
"But even so, this is already the top technique in the world. I only got a copy of the worldly skills by accident and then studied it."
Everyone nodded in understanding after hearing this, and Wei Fang couldn't help but think highly of Elder Yan Hao.
First, it is not unkind that he is willing to use his self-created technique, Jiudielang, to teach him.
Secondly, the self-created technique is not that simple. Although it was created by borrowing from secular techniques, the difficulty is also extremely high.
After Wei Fang heard what he said, he closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.
An unprecedented mysterious feeling suddenly appeared, and he seemed to see the heart and lungs beating powerfully in his body!
There was also the lungs that were constantly expanding and contracting. An idea passed by him. He suddenly opened his eyes and punched the boulder in front of him!
"Bang! Click!"
The boulder exploded in an instant, and the powerful momentum carried the stone fragments and immediately hit several disciples nearby.
"ah……"
"Ouch!"
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Pain mixed with curses came from those people's mouths.
Wei Fang didn't have time to apologize, as his body suddenly felt intense pain, causing him to almost fall to the ground.
The wounds on his body were dripping with blood, staining his black clothes and dripping to the ground.
"You desperate boy! How dare you act like this when you are so seriously injured?!"
Yan Hao didn't know when he came to Wei Fang, threw out a pill and said: "Wei Fang, right? This is a muscle-building and blood-tonifying pill."
"After taking this elixir, your injury will probably be better."
Wei Fang looked at the elixir thrown by him and hurriedly reached out to catch it, and immediately bowed his hand to Yan Hao: "Thank you, Elder Yan, for the elixir..."
Yan Hao hurriedly stopped him and said, "Stop it! I just gave you a pill because I thought you liked it."
After saying that, he walked out of the courtyard without looking back, and said: "You should go back and cultivate yourself for a few days, and don't practice Jiuyunlang in the next few days!"
A group of disciples were left in the field. They looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"This? Is this really Elder Yan?"
"What a lucky boy..."
"Why does this kid..."
Wei Fang ignored those strangely envious and jealous looks and words, and walked out of the skill teaching hall...
Wei Fang took off his blood-stained clothes and saw that the wounds on his body were scabbed and he still felt some itching.
It was obvious that the wound was already growing tender flesh, and he couldn't help but marvel at the powerful effect of this muscle-building and blood-tonifying pill.
I heard from those old guys that this muscle-building and blood-tonifying pill is a first-class low-grade pill, and its value is similar to that of the Xuanqi Pill.
He secretly remembered Yan Hao's kindness...
Assistant Disciple Department.
Zhang Lin, who had not recovered from his injuries, was fast asleep with a smile on his face, as if he had dreamed of something beautiful.
"Cousin...cousin, beat me...beat me hard, haha, beat me to death..." Several sleepy murmurs came from his mouth from time to time.