"In a few days, it will be my wedding anniversary and Meng Han's, let's wait until this is over before we go!"
Ye Feng thought for a while and said.
When Ye Feng's father came to Yangcheng before, he wanted to take him back.
Because of a series of reasons, Ye Feng did not go back immediately, the most important of which was their wedding anniversary.
When Di Yi heard what Ye Feng said, he had to temporarily cancel the matter and changed the topic: "Okay! Young Master, you have reached the third level of Mortal Transformation. I will teach you a set of low-level skills during these few days."
Law!"
Ye Feng has broken through the third level of Mortal Realm. He runs, practices every day, is brutally tortured by Earth One, takes elixirs to strengthen his physique, and has laid a very solid foundation.
And the effect was far beyond Di Yi's expectation. It was time to learn the technique.
"Teaching skills?
Okay, okay, what skills do you want to teach me?"
Ye Feng asked excitedly.
Di Yi walked aside and said: "Your attribute is the blazing fire attribute. What I chose for you is a good low-level fire attribute technique called Fiery Fist!"
"Fire Fist?
Low-level skills?
Why don't you teach me more advanced boxing techniques?
Aren’t more advanced techniques more powerful?”
Ye Feng was a little confused.
"I also want to teach you more advanced techniques, but the prerequisite is that you can learn it and your spiritual power can support it!"
"You have only reached the third level of Mortal Realm now. The spiritual power in your body can only use low-level techniques once or twice in a short period of time!"
After Di Yi said this, Ye Feng finally realized that he was too ambitious.
"I will give you the exercises first, and then let someone demonstrate it to you. If you don't understand anything, just ask him!"
"OK!"
Ye Feng replied.
"Di Zi No. 3, come out!"
In Ye Feng's expectation, Di Yi suddenly shouted softly, and a figure emerged from behind him.
It was a figure very similar to Di Yi, but it looked taller and burlier.
"Young Master, this is Earth No. 3. He is a fire attribute warrior like you. It would be better to have him guide you!"
Di Yi said.
"Fire attribute?
Can you explain this?"
Di Yi mentioned the term fire attribute more than once, but Ye Feng didn't quite understand it.
"Various substances in this world have attributes. For example, rivers, lakes and seas are of water attribute, the scorching sun, magma and flames are of fire attribute, flowers, plants and trees are of wood attribute, etc. The same goes for people, they all have their own attributes! Correspondingly
Naturally, there are exercises with different attributes."
"I am of the wind attribute, and I am different from you, so I am not suitable to teach you, so it is better to let Di Zi No. 3 teach you!"
"Oh, that's it!"
Ye Feng listened to Di Yi's words and looked up at the figure.
"No. 3, Di Zi, I have met the young master!"
The burly man bent down, clasped his fists and said respectfully.
"It's okay, there's no need to be so polite!"
Ye Feng said awkwardly, while at the same time looking at this figure.
This man was tall and burly, estimated to be close to two meters, with a thick and majestic aura. Standing in front of Ye Feng, he looked like a wall.
The Seventy-Two Guards of the Long Family are known as the Seventy-two Disha, and the seventy-two people are one body. The one that Ye Feng is most familiar with so far is the Disha.
In addition to Di Yi, Ye Feng also saw Di No. 10 and Di No. 72.
Di Zi No. 10 escorted Ye Feng home when he was assassinated by a killer. The two chatted for a while, letting him know something about the Seventy-Two People.
In addition, Di No. 72 is the weakest among the seventy-two people. He has been sent by Di Yi several times to clean Ye Feng's housework.
Therefore, Ye Feng only knew these three people. Ye Feng had never seen this new number three, so he was very curious.
"Third brother, I'll leave the young master to you! I'm going to take a rest!"
Di Yi said.
"knew!"
Di Zi No. 3 nodded, his voice was very low.
"Master, feel free to learn from him! Although this guy doesn't talk much, his strength ranks among the top three among the seventy-two evil spirits! His ability to control flames is so superb that no one can match it. I may not be him.
rival!"
"Let him teach you. I believe that with your talent, you can learn it in a few days!"
Di Yi said.
Ye Feng was very surprised to hear what he said, because Ye Feng and Di Yi had been getting along for almost a month, and Di Yi never spoke nonsense, let alone praised others.
Unless that person is really capable and deserves his praise.
"Brother, I'm sorry, how dare I act so arrogantly in front of you!"
Di San opened his mouth and said.
"Haha, okay, stop being so modest. Don't I know how much you weigh?
Okay, you should teach the young master well, I will withdraw first!"
After speaking, Di's body flashed and disappeared behind Di Zi No. 3.
This scene made Ye Feng very curious. What kind of skills did these seventy-two guards practice? It was amazing that they could make seventy-two people become one.
"Well, what do you call it?"
Ye Feng asked with some embarrassment.
I saw Di Zi No. 3 and said: "We don't have names. Young Master can just call me by my codename Di Zi No. 3, or Di San!"
"Oh, alright!"
Next, Di San handed a somewhat wrinkled book to Ye Feng! "Master, you read this boxing technique first, and then I will demonstrate it to you!"
Di San said.
"Yeah!"
Ye Feng nodded, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began to read the boxing book.
There is not much content in this boxing technique, so it is not difficult to remember. Ye Feng memorized it in a short time.
"about there!"
Ye Feng said.
"Okay, then take a look!"
Di San said, took two steps forward and began to perform the Flame Fist.
Earth Three's spiritual power circulated, and countless red light spots suddenly gathered around it. It was countless times richer than when Ye Feng was practicing, and it seemed that the temperature here suddenly increased a lot in an instant.
"What a terrifying smell!"
Standing five or six meters away, Ye Feng felt very scared. His face was burning, as if he was being burned by fire.
Ha! Hey! Ha! I saw Di San start to perform, using his fists and feet together. Every punch seemed to have great power, making the air roar.
It was just some simple movements at first, but slowly, Ye Feng saw that every time he punched, the air would vibrate strongly, as if it was about to be broken.
In addition, Ye Feng discovered that Di San's fist was emitting a red light, as if there were burning flames.
"Fire Fist!"
Arriving at the back, Di San jumped up suddenly and punched down. The fire exploded, and a fist formed by flames hit the ground directly.
Suddenly there was a huge vibration ahead, like a small earthquake.
After calming down, a pit with a radius of more than half a meter appeared on the ground, and all the surrounding weeds burned.
"Oh my God, is this, is this real?"
Ye Feng's eyes almost popped out of his head.
He couldn't believe his eyes, because this scene was so shocking, it was as if it was performed on TV.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.
"Do you see clearly?"
Just when Ye Feng was stunned, Di San stood up, turned to look at him and said.
"Look, you can see it clearly! But this, this effect is too exaggerated!"