"Han Fan..." Xin'an said, her voice trembling, "What the master taught me won't work here."

Han Fen glanced at Xin'an blankly and remained silent.

"Why?" Xin'an murmured.

After a long time, Han Fan finally came to his senses. He adjusted his mood and said with a smile: "Be at ease, since what the master taught you doesn't work here, then follow the rules here and kill the opponent and turn everything upside down!"

Xin'an looked at the sunny boy in front of her and nodded.

After returning to the camp, Han Fan went straight to the main camp.

"Boy, what are you doing here?" General Nie's voice was low.

"I'm asking the general to arrange a sparring match for me. I want to fight in the next deadly battle." Han Fan said word by word.

General Nie wanted to give him a blow, but when he saw the young man's unwavering eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little happy. This was the look a qualified soldier should have.

"good!"

The sparring partner was the veteran who explained the rules to Han and Fan. The veteran's name was Wei Zheng. He had been at the border for two years and eleven months. In one month, he would be able to remove his armor and return home to enjoy his old age.

"The most important thing in battlefield fighting is to kill with one hit. In order to achieve the goal, it is common to trade injuries for lives. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and no one knows what will happen in the next second, so a quick decision must be made." The veteran said. As he spoke, he pulled out a spear from the training ground.

"Come, I will suppress my strength to one level lower than yours." The veteran waved.

Han Fen also drew a long sword from the training ground, activated his triple shadow and rushed over.

The veteran looked calm and swept his spear across. Han Fen and his two fake bodies jumped up at the same time, and the three Han Fen struck at Wei Zheng at the same time.

The veteran held the spear behind his back and stabbed Han Fan on the right with the end of the stick.

Han Fen fell to the ground, feeling constant pain in his chest and difficulty breathing. The two fake bodies dissipated as Han Fen was hit.

With just one move, Han Fen was defeated. The veteran had time to change the tip of the spear to his hand midway.

"How did you tell the difference?" Han Fen couldn't help but ask, breathing heavily.

"There are two figures whose movements are exactly the same, so the one whose movements are slightly different from the other two must be the real one." Wei Zheng explained.

Han Fen has cultivated the triple shadow to a great extent, is it useless at all?

He didn't believe in evil and rushed forward again. After a few times, he found that the veteran could really see the flaws of the triple shadow at a glance.

"Your figure has been cultivated to great perfection, but the perfection of your body skills is not equivalent to your application of spiritual power. Your body skills are useless!" Wei Zheng showed no mercy.

Han Fen was lying when he said he had no setbacks, but he was more happy because others pointed out his shortcomings. If he had been allowed to study on his own, he might not have had such an effect.

Either, the three Koreas must be absolutely unified, or they must be completely different.

Han Fen calmed down, decided not to rely on the three shadows, and rushed forward with his sword again, using the thrusting sword style of the Four Directions Sword Technique.

The old soldier didn't even dodge, and he thrust out the spear in his hand imitating Han Fen.

Han Fen suffered the disadvantage of having short weapons. His repeated failures made him angry. He didn't even think about it. He only had one thought in his mind, which was to kill the opponent in the fastest way. He held the sword in his right hand and the spear in his left hand. He stepped forward sideways, stabbing his sword unchanged, pointing directly at Wei Zheng's throat.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Wei Zheng's eyes. He opened the stabbing sword with his free left hand, suddenly let go of the spear, and threw himself into Han Fan's arms. His elbow hit Han Fan's waist, causing Han Fan to feel pain and the hand holding the sword was a little unstable.

Wei Zheng slipped through Han Fan's arms and came behind him, struck Han Fan's neck with his side palm, raised his foot and kicked the back of Han Fan's knee. Han Fan knelt down on one knee, his wrist hurt, and the sword in his hand had been taken away.

past.

"You can't even hold your own weapons, and you still want to fight and die?" Wei Zheng sneered.

"Okay." Han Fan said in frustration.

Wei Zheng was a little confused. Didn't he refuse to admit defeat before? Why did he feel discouraged all of a sudden?

No! A chill arose in the back of his head and Wei Zheng instantly understood that he had been deceived.

If placed on the scene, he could instantly kill Han Fan, and the attack from behind would be able to scatter. However, this was just a sparring match. Wei Zheng had no time to dodge and bumped into Han Fan with his head lowered. This is the most troublesome thing in the melee style.

With this fighting technique, every part of the body can become a weapon.

Han Fen is a disciple of Confucianism, and his best thing is of course the power of words. Wei Zheng forgot this. Han Fen knew Wei Zheng's strength, and the emerald green lightsaber with the power of words was aimed at Wei Zheng's waist.

Wei Zheng was directly knocked out, rolled to the ground, and vomited blood.

This veteran who fought bloody battles on the border had a look of horror on his face.

Han Fen secretly thought that it was bad, the golden Confucian qualification was too rare, and his master told him several times not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Han Fan looked at Wei Zheng, and Wei Zheng also looked at Han Fan. For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a subtle silence.

"Did you just...was that Xuanjie magic?" After a long time, Wei Zheng asked.

"Yes." Han Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jun Yujue was there to cover it up, otherwise Han Fan wouldn't have known what to do.

"As expected, he is a disciple of the sect. He is a treasure." Wei Zheng was relieved.

But Han Fan was not relieved yet. He never expected that the power of his golden words was so powerful. Not to mention Wei Zheng, even he himself was shocked.

No wonder Wei Zheng was surprised. He was now at the eighth level of the Second Realm and had the highest average level among the border troops, second only to General Nie.

In the border war, in addition to the most famous battle to the death, there was also the battle across the river. At the beginning of the second realm, the monks had already manipulated spiritual energy to make their bodies float on the water.

The river-crossing battle does not involve crossing the river, but just a melee on the Nai River. The river-crossing battle must occur at least once a day. There are no level restrictions in the melee. You can fight or retreat at will, and you will not be punished by military orders.

In Zhulu Academy, ever since Genius Han went out for training, the vice-dean has not been seen.

In the afternoon, as the sun set, Han Fen witnessed the cruelty of the river-crossing battle with his own eyes. He returned to the camp and fought even harder with Wei Zheng. This time, the little monk also came. The little monk just watched from the side and said nothing.

hand.

Han Fen no longer used the power of words. At the end of the day, Wei Zheng was surprised to find that Han Fan was already able to fight him at a 50-50 level at the same level.

On the one hand, Han Fan has an amazing understanding. Every move that Wei Zheng has used has been memorized by Han Fan, and he is thinking about the corresponding moves in the four-way sword technique. On the other hand, Wei Zheng is somewhat unable to let go of his hands and feet, and his fighting skills

It's for killing people, not for performing and sparring.

The young monk's tent was next to Han Fan, only one meter apart. At night, the young monk came to Han Fan's tent.

"Let's participate in a battle to the death tomorrow," the young monk said.

"You have also seen the fighting prowess of these soldiers. At any rate, I have had a discussion with Senior Wei today and have some understanding. I also have a way to save my life. You..." Han Fan hesitated.

"I can do it." The young monk nodded firmly.

"Okay, okay." Han Fan agreed after thinking about it. Han Fan guessed that the young monk must have some means to save his life, otherwise he would not make fun of his own life.

It was late at night, and Han Fan could not calm down to practice, so he got up and walked out of the tent, pulled out the cold light from his waist, and continued to practice the basic moves of the Four Directions Sword Technique.

Han Fen has always relied on his own understanding, thinking that his talent is amazing and that no spell can be difficult for him. After meeting some people and doing some things, he discovered that talent is talent after all. Even if he can master a spell to perfection in three months,

In front of Wei Zheng, he will still be defeated with one move.

Han Fen himself woke up from this state, began to think of the most basic principles from his previous life, and thought of one sentence:

Talent is something that should be discovered and created by oneself. I am not a genius, I just work harder than anyone else and persevere step by step. When I look back, there is no one behind me, those lazy people

Saying at the foot of the mountain:

Who calls that guy a genius? Are you kidding me?

Therefore, Han Fen honestly began to practice basic moves over and over again. He had plenty of talent, but what he lacked was perseverance.

The young monk was also unable to enter concentration. The Buddha said that the four elements are empty. The young monk only felt that his chest was full of emotions.

He squatted outside the door curtain of the camp and watched quietly as Han Fan seriously swung his sword one after another.

The little monk had a special constitution. The abbot of Baita Temple didn't even know what kind of constitution he had. The little monk was an orphan. He was picked up and raised by the abbot. When he was eight years old, he discovered that he had a special constitution and a strong ability to heal himself.

The abbot taught him how to practice and brought him into the world of spiritual practice.

The young monk is extremely talented, especially his fighting instincts are horribly injured. He was simply born for fighting. The monks in the temple privately said that he was the reincarnation of the Buddha who defeated the Buddha in fighting.

The abbot discovered that the young monk had a fatal weakness, which was caused by a congenital defect. There was an inner demon living in the young monk's heart, which would be aroused every time he fought. After being aroused, the young monk's reason would be replaced by anger, and his body would not be under his control.

No distinction between friend and foe.

The monks in the temple avoided him everywhere, fearing that the young junior brother would suddenly get angry and rush up to beat him to death.

Han Fen was the first person besides the abbot to take the initiative to get close to him. The young monk was very happy and thought that if anyone dared to hit Han Fan tomorrow, he would flatten that person's chest.

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At dawn, Han Fen got up early and took the young monk to change into a suit of armor. Han Fen hung the cold light in the armor and held in his hand the fine iron sword in the camp.

Han Fen asked the young monk to pick a handy weapon, and the young monk said that the most handy weapon was his fist.

A soldier hurried to the main camp to report: "General Nie, Han Fan and Xin'an are preparing to fight to the death."

"Okay, let's go and help!" General Nie shouted.

"Ah?" The soldier was a little confused.

"Ah what, call the soldiers." General Nie said impatiently.

Of course he knew what his subordinates were worried about, but Nie Baisheng knew that the vice president of Zhulu Academy was Han Fan's protector.

Not to mention the enemy's soldiers, even their general, with a hundred more arms on his body, couldn't even think of killing Han Fan. As for peace of mind? Nie Baisheng's own cultivation level of the first level of the third realm can't guarantee that he can kill him.

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"Yesterday's battle was witnessed by the two of us with our own eyes. Some people often say that you are responsible for the glory of Chang'an City. In my opinion, you are the most glorious glory of Chang'an City. Since I am here, I will not stand by coldly.

Today, General Xin'an and I are going to fight to the death. Who will come to fight the enemy side by side?" Han Fan stood in the open space with a loud voice.

The little monk is now next to Han Fan, looking at the confident young man beside him, thinking, look, this is my Brother Han, how awesome!

Han Fen's words aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers, and the atmosphere in the camp was high for a while.

The soldiers began to look at Han Fan in a different way. If at first they looked down on Han Fan, a new and inexperienced vase, now they felt that this boy had talent! Although he was as pretty as a lady, he was indeed a handsome man.

Man!

Seven or eight soldiers came forward. They had an irreversible friendship with the brothers who died yesterday, and they went there with the intention of taking revenge.

"General."

"General."

General Nie strode towards him, and the soldiers spoke one after another.
Chapter completed!