Mu Fan, who had already finished the second round of twenty luxurious set meals in the room, had no idea what Sampji's expression was outside.
Anyway, Mu Fan burped!
The lunch of 30,000 star coins is simply... so capricious to the extreme. I am afraid that Master Harry will never eat like this in his lifetime.
When Mu Fan finished eating, he immediately put on his helmet. He was so excited that he wanted to report his recent experience to the fighter.
After entering in a familiar way, Mu Fan saw Dou Wu standing there, and suddenly felt the urge to step forward and ask.
Instructor, don’t you need to eat?
When the fighter pacing in the black shadow saw Mu Fan, his face under the cloak smiled happily, threw a short stick, and then violently spun the metal short stick in his hand and hit him.
As soon as Mu Fan took the short stick, he saw the weapon that had been swung at him. It was so ruthless that it left no room for error.
The numbness in his scalp exploded, and Mu Fan subconsciously entered the dark breathing state, and the short stick in his palm suddenly rotated and lifted up while exerting force.
The two sticks met more than ten centimeters above Mu Fan's scalp, and the two metal short sticks, which were also rotating rapidly, collided fiercely.
Hey! There were faint sparks flying in the darkness. Mu Fan felt that his right arm could no longer support it, but he successfully defended the attack.
The combatant stood up with his hands closed, the green eyes dancing under his cloak showing admiration.
"Yes, have you practiced it during the time when you disappeared?" The fighter pointed out.
"Well, I've used it once in real life. It's more powerful than I imagined, and it's more natural than using it in Battle.net, but it requires more muscles." Mu Fan honestly expressed his feelings.
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"Very good. The fact that you can mention this means that you have understood the essence of the first paragraph."
"But instructor, why do you feel like something is missing in some key positions?" Mu Fan asked again.
"A little worse? Haha." The fighter's hoarse voice was filled with a smile.
"You're too curious, kid, it's not time yet." The fighter still didn't explain much, and then placed the short stick on Mu Fan's shoulders like lightning, suppressing Mu Fan and unable to move.
"Stop talking nonsense." The fighter indicated that Mu Fan's top priority now is to master these martial arts skills as quickly as possible.
"Yes." Mu Fan understood that the fighter instructor had a cold face and a warm heart, so he nodded respectfully.
"Very good, let me teach you the second part, the Thousand Fierce Rains of Redemption! Watch carefully."
The intention to kill suddenly emerged, and Mu Fan had a bad feeling.
The fighter instructor's fingers were attached to the short stick one after another, holding it with his five fingers in a strange posture. Then Mu Fan saw the fighter instructor flash to a place ten meters away from him.
Draw your right hand like a bow to the limit, with the tip of the stick pointed directly at yourself, hold the back of your right palm with your left hand, and squat half down.
The breath fills the whole body.
The figure of the fighter in Mu Fan's eyes was gradually fading, and the aura in his perception was gradually disappearing, but the sense of crisis was strong.
Two green lights under the cloak light up!
Then the tip of the stick in the fighter's hand turned into ten, struck a hundred, split again like stars in the sky, and the fierce rain came violently with the wind!
Mu Fan felt that all his escape routes were blocked, and the tip of the stick with the intention of endless killing drew a line of raindrops that filled the entire space in his field of vision.
But this rain has the smell of death.
There is no way to avoid it.
Ten meters will arrive in an instant.
Mu Fan exerted force with both fingers, and the short stick rotated rapidly. The muscles twisted and the wind knife wheel formed on the stick, and then he swung. He wanted to use the knife wheel formed by frenzied cutting to cut out a space where he could survive.
A huge force is coming!
When the weapon in Mu Fan's hand came into contact with the raindrop incarnation, he realized that he had underestimated the attack at this moment.
His knife wheel only cut out a thin space, and then the all-pervasive raindrops hit him.
In one second, countless stick shadows came out of the body, and then retracted at the same time.
The combatants stand silently.
Mu Fan's body was riddled with wounds.
Mu Fan's face was ferocious, but he couldn't even move his facial muscles. With surprise and unwillingness in his eyes, he fell to the ground sadly.
The mist of light dissipates and you are reborn.
Mu Fan gasped for air. The oppression at that moment was too strong. It was hard for him to parry with a skill that was also the seventh level of salvation. The feeling of the short stick piercing his body was simply too painful, and the muscles were filled with terrifying kinetic energy.
The feeling of a round hole poking out from the tip of the stick was replicated countless times on his body. With one blow, his muscles were torn and his bones were shattered.
But soon Mu Fan's eyes lit up, which meant that the fighter would teach him this technique.
Sure enough, the fighter saw the light shining in Mu Fan's eyes and raised his lips slightly: "Thousand Fierce Rain, the only breaking attack technique in the seventh stage of redemption. Use the Arrancar to point out, and use the blessing of the dark breath to gather the whole body's strength into one point.
, then hit it, close your eyes.”
Mu Fan nodded.
The fighter once again stretched out his palm and pressed it on Mu Fan's head.
As the information flowed, Mu Fan once again saw a complete set of complicated force-generating modes. Hundreds of changes must be completed in less than a second. More than half of the muscles in the body must be mobilized. Without the dark breath, it would be really difficult to
Do it.
Mu Fan started to try, but the attempt ended in the middle of the night.
Su Xiaomi at the front desk was still wondering why the foodie didn't order another meal, so someone who could eat didn't eat dinner?
Could it be that he has changed his gender?
Not at all.
Mu Fan's eyes were already red. He had been practicing in the PO battle network for twelve hours. Hunger and fatigue were all forgotten by him. The difficulty of Qian Lieyu was half as high as that of Fanatic Cutting, and he felt that his dark breath was operating to the extreme.
I'm afraid I can only perform 70% of what the fighter instructor requires.
Still not enough!
If the remaining 30% could reach Mu Fan, it would be a world of difference from now.
When the time quietly reached two o'clock in the morning, the fighter instructor had been watching this kid quietly for more than twelve hours.
During these twelve hours, he practiced from the most basic level without any complaints or laziness. In Mu Fan, he saw perseverance and perseverance that made him extremely satisfied.
After seeing Mu Fan's movements begin to go out of shape, the fighter instructor suddenly said: "Stop, today's training is over. Your mental state has begun to decline."
"I'm okay!" Mu Fan was concentrating and didn't stop.
"This state is not conducive to practice at all. Let's go rest, and then we can try actual combat tomorrow." The fighter instructor said in a deep voice, looking at Mu Fan's back.
The short stick in his hand rotated rapidly, and suddenly the green light at both ends surged, and then two green blades appeared, forming a circle of light as the stick rotated. Mu Fan, who was still practicing, did not notice what was going on behind him at all.
Squinting at Mu Fan in front of him, the fighter pulled back his arms, and his green psionic energy surged.
Lift the stick, pull it diagonally, raise it, withdraw it.
A green half-moon energy blade came out of the body.
Mu Fan, who was stabbing Qian Lieyu, just felt something was wrong in his consciousness, and his consciousness entered darkness.
Mu Fan, who was fighting hard, was slashed diagonally by the green blade, split into two, fell to the ground and dissipated.
Then Mu Fan found out that he was forcibly kicked out of Base 341 by the system.
Okay, it’s no use disobeying the instructor. Before he died, he tortured himself again, and Mu Fan made a grimace.
Offline!
Mu Fan, who was lying on the bed, looked at the ceiling quietly, thinking in his heart.
Who should I go to for practice tomorrow?
Where is the opportunity for Qian Lieyu to make a breakthrough?
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