Mai Fan didn't make a fuss when he heard about this arrangement. He actually agreed without any objection.
Because he knew that he was already at level six, and he would have no problem if the amount of training for young children was ten times, let alone twice.
Then, Brother Wuhua got some shocking news from the master of the kindergarten class.
"What? Is it stronger than ordinary people?"
"What? He persisted in training and was very relaxed?"
"What? He is extremely flexible and can handle any posture with ease?"
"What? His martial arts understanding is extremely strong, and he can master it with just a few clicks?"
Wuhua:--!
He doesn't want to talk to this senior brother now, he just wants to be quiet.
But this senior brother couldn't help it, and finally ran to Wuhua again after a week in Maifan's kindergarten class.
"Senior brother, this little junior brother Liofan has mastered the Shaolin Changquan skillfully."
"This means that he will be able to start studying in our kindergarten class right away and go to the junior junior class."
The tea in Wuhua's mouth flowed down the corner of his mouth like liquid. Under the strange look in the master's eyes... he subconsciously covered it with his sleeves, and then said to the other party in a sullen voice: "Then give it to him.
Send it to the junior class!"
"What did you come to me to say?!"
I'm not a martial arts master!
Wuhua discovered that he had unlocked an incredible attribute for Maifan!
Since Mai Fan was promoted to the junior class, the new master in charge no longer came to report in front of him. This master instead announced it in front of all the brothers.
"Oh my god, my little apprentice from Class C mastered the Arhat Quan practice in just three days!"
"Oh my god, I probably taught a martial arts genius. Little apprentice Liao Fan has been promoted to Class B with his super fighting ability."
"One month! One month to master the Arhat Fist! Do you know? The first place in Class A, Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger Fist, was already scratching the surface, but he was beaten to the ground by Liao Fan with the Arhat Fist!"
After this master's propaganda, everyone knew that after Wuhua, Shaolin had taught another martial arts genius.
At this time, even Wuhua couldn't bear it anymore. He found an opportunity and asked the master: "Has Liao Fan started learning Fuhu Fist?"
"This boxing technique is an introduction to the intermediate boxing technique of Shaolin Temple. He can't be as good as before, can he?"
The master who taught the boxing technique smiled proudly: "No! Although Junior Brother Liao Fan's progress has indeed slowed down compared to the previous boxing techniques."
"But compared to ordinary people, no, compared to the most talented disciples in our temple, it is still a bit faster."
"Senior brother, according to my opinion, this little junior brother's achievements will probably not be lower than those of his senior brother in the future."
There is another sentence that this martial arts master did not say. If Junior Brother Liao Fan had also been practicing martial arts since childhood, the title of the number one master among the younger generation of Shaolin would probably change hands.
For someone as smart as Wu Hua, he naturally understood the profound meaning from this senior brother's words.
At this time, he had no intention of drinking tea. He got up and walked towards the martial arts arena of the temple.
At this time, it was the intermission time.
Wuhua walked along the corridor and walked to where the junior class A was.
As soon as he entered this small arena, he saw that only one person in the arena was still practicing boxing.
The young monks next to him could no longer keep up with Mai Fan's progress. They could only watch Mai Fan perform the Fuhu Fist over and over again with a learning attitude.
If there is a player present at this time, he will definitely see the top of Mai Fan's head. Because of the experience and blessing of the three martial arts boxing techniques, his level has almost reached level seven, almost on the edge of level eight.
If Mai Fan masters the Fuhu Fist and then learns the Skanda Palm or one of the Thousand Hands of Great Compassion, he can be upgraded to the eighth level immediately, even if he is only superficially familiar with it.
...
Wuhua stood on the sidelines, watching Mai Fan use the Fuhu Fist with a whirring sound.
Many thoughts came to his mind, but after seeing so many people around him, he suppressed them.
It was precisely because of Wuhua's abnormal behavior that attracted Mai Fan's attention.
When he looked in the direction of the corridor, he discovered the existence of Wuhua, and then saw the words above Wuhua's head that had turned green, but now turned back to the mixed yellow and red state they had when they first met.
.
What is the reason for this?
Mai Fan understood it just by thinking about it.
Why else could it be? This Wuhua was not a kind person to begin with, and his purpose of becoming a monk was not simple either.
Since the other party is already wary of his excellence and has bad thoughts.
Then his next strategy is not worth keeping as it will not give the opponent any face.
When Mai Fan thought of this, he yelled: "Hey!"
The last bit of Fuhu Fist has been perfected. Looking at the experience bar (1000/1000) that symbolizes proficiency and comprehension.
The corner of Mai Fan's mouth raised, and then he waited for the announcement that would pop up from time to time in the game: 'Player: Liao Fan, who has mastered the Shaolin boxing technique 'Fuhu Fist' will be rewarded with 1,000 experience points.'
'The character level is upgraded to level 8, each attribute is increased by 0.1, and you can understand the status and the power of the crouching tiger.'
This is what Mai Fan was waiting for. After he reached the eighth level, he shouted to the master who was resting against the wall with his eyes closed in a state of surprise: "Master, master, I have mastered it! Can I
Go to the adult class and study martial arts with your senior brothers!"
This roar woke up the master who always showed off Mai Fan.
He touched his head with some doubts and waved to Mai Fan: "Come on, let's do two moves."
Just pass! Mai Fan raised his hand towards the master, and the two of them started fighting.
After twenty or thirty moves had passed, forcing the master to use more advanced martial arts to avoid making a fool of himself...the two people's sparring stopped.
The martial arts master who was only fighting was still frightened and said to Mai Fan: "I told you, Fan, you are too proficient in this boxing technique."
"Why do you always feel that you have a very clear grasp of the flaws in this boxing technique?"
Mai Fan thought, I have a game plug-in.
But he couldn't say these words. He glanced at Wuhua from the corner of his eyes and said very humbly: "Master, I don't know either. As long as I watch others boxing, there will be a shadow in my mind.
"
"Where there are many flaws and where there are subtleties, you only need to go there and get a rough idea."
"If I can practice a boxing technique to the point of mastering it, then the flaws in this boxing technique will be infinitely magnified in my mind. When fighting against someone who uses this boxing technique, my body will involuntarily move towards those flaws.
Let’s start.”
"Master, isn't this the intuition that everyone who practices martial arts should have?"
