"What are you kicking? You don't dare to take out the heritage as a lottery. Why do you say so much? Go out."

Fan Luo was as if he drove away the beggar and drove away the drunkard, and was anxious and a little irritable and helpless.

The leader of the Modao Sect suddenly raised a thick booklet and said aloud:

"I kick the hall today, with the "Mo Dao" that has been passed down for thousands of years as the lottery. If the kick hall fails, this knife technique will be left here forever and will be owned by Lanshan Martial Arts Hall."

"That won't work. We don't look down on mere ink knife without secret skills."

"You are too presumptuous. This is the inheritance, and of course you have secret skills."

"Yeah?"

"snort!"

"Okay, Master, he agreed. There is nothing he can do, he can only accept it."

After saying that, the loom released the body that took over, Fan Luo's temperament changed and he was posing:

"Who comes forward to give me advice?"

The leader of the Modao Sect drew out the long sword from his waist.

"There is no eye on the fist, the sword is ruthless, the good and bad are in control, and life and death are in harmony."

After the words came, the long knife was coated with a layer of black smoke, thick like ink, and it was still dripping.

At the same time, a scent of ink spreads.

Lanshan's face became solemn:

"Oh no, this is a master who is not inferior to Yang Hong's true master."

The eldest brother and others were by the master's side, and they were all surprised to hear this. Who is Yang Hong? He is a martial artist who is known as the invincible, known as Yang Wudi. This record was achieved, not a self-proclaimed self-proclaimed.

Fan Luo never underestimated the other party, and immediately used the light of mist, as if the wind was blowing, but what was blowing out was brilliance. The luminous light was strong, and the yard shining like daytime, and it appeared next to the owner of Modao Sect at an extremely fast speed.

Kick out with one kick.

The smoke is rolled up, like a mad dragon emerging from the abyss.

With anger at the face, the leader of the Modao Sect turned around, and the long sword trembled. In an instant, the brilliance triggered by Fan Luo was like a piece of rice paper, which was waving randomly by a pen stained with ink, and the ink drip came out one big word after another.

——Mo Yu.

The blade is wrapped in jade, and the back is cut across, cutting the enemy seven inches.

This knife cut Fan Luo's life.

Fan Luo supported the ground with one hand, whirled his body, and took back his furious kick. Instead, he used this move to use his hand as the axis to make a series of kicks. The power was slightly weak and the speed was extremely fast.

--calligraphy.

The ink smoke makes a book, crossing the world, and the color of the precious jade curtain cannot enter.

Seven dense sounds started almost at the same time, and outsiders could only barely hear a slight sound. Fan Luo's feet and the ink knife collided seven times in an instant, and then he pulled away quickly.

The long knife hits the ground, and the ink drops droops and spreads the floor tiles. The knife holder drags the knife and walks like a hero with an angry hair and a crown. He steps in ten steps, leaving only a line of ink traces.

——Mo Ke.

Fan Luo looked up and his body seemed to be hit by a man. The two interlaced, and a splashed ink into an arc. He drew a circle between the two, and two swords sounded and crossed, as if he was answering the exam. The teacher used a black water pen to draw a "〤" with a black water pen.

Fan Luo's eyes flashed with strange lights, and suddenly gritted his teeth, and smoke filled the entire yard.

The literary master and the poet are in a mystery.

Dadadadadadadada—

It's like a marching of thousands of horses.

The thick fog rolls, the fist prints break through the air, the body passes through the clouds, the legs pass through the fog, and the smoke stirs.

——Secret technique: Huangji.

——Secret technique: The Wilderness Dragon.

The afterimages were twisting and turning, and the fog gathered, and suddenly rushed to the visitor who had accidentally entered the mystery.

In an instant, the pen and ink flew across, the knife and ink roared, as if cursive script was wild, and it was struck by the fist and legs, waiting for the poet to pass through the barrier and the fog to return.

Fan Luo appeared in a fog robe, and there was a person lying under his feet. Who could it be if it weren't the leader of the Modao Sect?

"Take it."

Fan Luo took back the Yanlan and let go of the mist that was wrapped around the leader of the Modao Sect.

"A real young hero."

The leader of the Modao Sect stood up, not only did he not feel embarrassed at all, but he seemed to drink a big bowl of wine and saw the Milky Way Falls, which was indescribable heroism.

He raised his ink knife, looked at it for a while and said:

"Lan's legs are so good, but you know the knife better. If I hadn't deliberately avoided it, the pen in my hand would have been broken long ago. This ink knife will belong to you."

The book and the knife were thrown at the boy at the same time.

The leader of the Modao Sect turned around and left the Lanshan Martial Arts Hall freely. Those who didn't know what they thought they had won.

A disciple followed him and asked softly:

"Master, if you failed to kick the club, what are our plans next?"

"Watch a show, a big show."

"We are not on the stage?"

"It's still wonderful without us."

...

Fan Luo looked at Mo Dao a few times and was very satisfied.

"What kind of leg technique did you do just now? I don't remember Lan Le's move."

Lanshan came over at some point and waved his hand, allowing the outsiders who were still watching to leave.

"Wild Jiao, I was inspired by Tangwa's main fist. The secret technique of Lan Leg that I created was not as weak as the secret skill when used in conjunction with Huang Jie."

Fan Luo looked up at the night sky forty-five degrees, looking lonely and cold.

Li Shufen suddenly rushed up, locked his neck, and said:

"I want to learn this secret skill."

Liang Le, Taifeng, Hongtu and Zhang Bangbo all rushed up and shouted:

"I want it too, I want it too."

The second senior brother sighed and said, "Last time I heard from my junior brother that the boxing technique he practiced had secret skills, but I didn't expect that even Lan Le had secret skills now."

During the entire game, only the second senior brother was calm throughout the whole process. He knew that Fan Luo had killed Jin Ge, one of the leaders of Lu Luo, and that person's strength was probably not inferior to Yang Hongzhen.

Lanshan nodded: "From the battle just now, a single Wilderness Dragon is not as good as Yan Lan, but it is the five-stage skill of Lan Legs. It seems that it can be used with Yan Lan. Just now, the little Thirteen Wilderness Dragon used fog locks, like a steel cage that was closed and fell on me, and I was defeated so much that I couldn't use it."

He looked at his apprentices who were still fighting with Fan Luo and shook his head gently:

"Wind bite domineering, Huang Jiao is also domineering. The secret skills are not so easy to learn. Lan Ham is not as good as it is. If you force it, you will only make your body worse."

Cai Shaofeng laughed:

"I was so moved when I saw it. Master, don't you want to practice?"

"I'm so old, why am I moved? The old man who had one foot into the coffin, if he got his body broken, he would be better than a few years."

Lanshan waved his hand and struggled to move the Taishi chair back to the lobby and put it in.

After playing, everyone had supper.

Fan Luo lay on the bed after taking a shower.

"Did you enter the practice room?"

"Enter."

Fan Luo stared at the four options hanging in the air in the room, his eyes wandering on the "Battle of Avenues".

If you haven't come to this universe.

He has activated this never-turned option.

I originally planned to collect enough skills to create a skill for myself that I can continue to practice without special practice.

However, those techniques are completely inapplicable in this universe.

Now if you think about it carefully, maybe what you want is not just a skill that eliminates the harsh practice conditions, but a general practice technique that is suitable for any universe.

Fan Luo took out the martial art "Mo Dao" that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Mo Dao Sect, and quietly read it cross-legged.
Chapter completed!