Chapter 921: Popularizing Martial Arts Knowledge

When the four old students saw Su Yan make a move, they knew that Fang Han was finished, and they dared to provoke Su Yan, wasn't that looking for death.

In their opinion, if the new hatred and old hatred were added together, Fang Han would definitely be directly abolished by Su Yan.

Fang Han couldn't help but feel a little helpless, he persuaded him with good words, but the other party had to do it.

Fang Han made a backhand move to lock Hengjiang with an iron lock, directly blocking Su Yan's hand.

Then he kicked directly at Su Yan's waist, instantly kicking Su Yan out of the air.

Su Yan didn't expect that he would encounter the ants that he was going to walk around a while ago, and now he would kick himself out so easily.

Although Su Yan was kicked out, he did not suffer any injuries, not even minor injuries.

He didn't give up, and the moment he stabilized his body, he rushed towards Fang Han again.

Rushing in front of Fang Han, he swept towards Fang Han's neck with a whip leg.

"I said you're not my opponent......"

Fang Han's voice sounded in Su Yan's ears, and when he heard the voice, Su Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and sure enough, just as he thought, Fang Han in front of him had disappeared.

Fang Han, who was on Su Yan's left, slapped a palm lightly and slapped Su Yan out again.

After being slapped out by Fang Han this time, Su Yan didn't step forward again, but looked at Fang Han through gritted teeth: "You are not a fifth-order body refining realm, what kind of cultivation are you?"

"Eighth-Order Refining Body Realm". Fang Han spread his hands, anyway, there was nothing to hide.

Taking advantage of the large number of people now, revealing his cultivation is enough to deter everyone, lest there will always be some people who don't know whether he is alive or dead to disturb his cultivation.

His cultivation speed was not comparable to ordinary people, if he was also a cultivator of the eighth-order body refining realm, and others stepped into the ninth-order body refining realm, Fang Han estimated that he would have already stepped into the second-order martial artist realm or even the third-order martial artist realm.

Fang Han's voice fell, and the surroundings became noisy again.

The monk in front of him who was in his early nineteenth year old turned out to be a cultivator of the Eighth Order Body Refining Realm?

From this point, it can be seen how rebellious Fang Han's talent is?

"Hmph, let's go!" Su Yan waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

Since Fang Han was a cultivator of the Eighth Order Body Refining Realm, he couldn't beat Fang Han no matter how angry he was.

Staying will lose face.

Of course, Su Yan didn't plan to just leave it at that, he secretly thought in his heart that he must make Fang Han pay the price.

When the four old students saw Su Yan leaving, they all followed.

They came here just to suppress Fang Han's group of freshmen, since even Su Yan was not Fang Han's opponent, then they were even less Fang Han's opponent.

After Su Yan and the four old students left, the surrounding monks also dispersed.

Now that the old student is gone, there is obviously nothing to see.

These cultivators didn't think that Fang Han's cultivation of the Eighth Order Refining Realm would be able to provoke the authority of the old student like this.

I heard that there were more than 100 old students in the ninth-order body refining realm.

How could a cultivator of the Eighth Order Refining Body Realm be taken seriously by the old students?

"Brother Fang, I didn't expect it to be really you......"

At this time, Wang Qiang, dressed in black, walked up with a wry smile on his face.

Originally, he just wanted to simply huddle with Fang Han to avoid being bullied, but he never thought that Fang Han's courage would be so big, and even the authority of the old student would dare to provoke like this.

"What's wrong with this?" Fang Han saw the expression on Wang Qiang's face, and couldn't help but ask.

Because he didn't remember how he offended these old students, the other party actually came to the door.

Of course, the premise is that apart from Su Yan, Su Yan obviously wanted to come to trouble Fang Han, but he didn't know that Fang Han was the one who robbed him of the Red Fire Pill.

"Doesn't Brother Fang know the rules here, he can't build a log cabin by himself? That is the exclusive right of the old students, if Brother Fang builds the log cabin by himself, it is a challenge to the authority of the old students, and these old students will naturally come to the door."

As if he understood Fang Han's puzzled eyes, Wang Qiang couldn't help but explain.

"I see!" Fang Han suddenly realized, no wonder he didn't have any impression of offending the old student, it turned out that this was the reason.

"An hour later, everyone came to the front Jinman Square to gather and listen to the class."

At this moment, a voice full of majesty sounded in the ears of all the monks who had come in with him, including Fang Han.

Transmission in the air, there is a bit of coercion in the voice, this is already a means that a warrior can use.

The moment he heard the voice, Fang Han couldn't help but think secretly.

Obviously, the person who opened his mouth had to be at least a martial artist.

"Brother Fang, have you heard that the sect teacher summoned us to attend the class?" Wang Qiang asked Fang Han.

Fang Han nodded.

Then Fang Han communicated with Wang Qiang for a while before leaving.

Fang Han returned to the cabin and continued to attack the ninth-order body refining realm.

Originally, he was only almost able to step into the ninth-order body refining realm, and after continuous impact, he expanded his muscles and veins.

As it approached an hour, Fang Han's body emitted a terrifying fluctuation with a bang.

The aura on his body deepened and became unfathomable.

After the breakthrough was completed, Fang Han suppressed the aura on his body slightly, and then stepped away, leaving towards the route of a map in his mind.

This is also a means of a warrior, using martial energy to transform into anything and implant it in the monk's mind.

What Fang Han had in mind was the route to Jinman Square.

After walking for a few minutes, Fang Han spotted Wang Qiang in front of him, he chased after him, and the two of them walked towards Jinman Square together.

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Ten minutes later, Fang Han and Wang Qiang came to a small square, this small square can accommodate about a thousand people, and at this moment, monks have arrived in the square one after another, from more than 200 people to more than 500 people.

The same group of monks who came in as Fang Han had already arrived.

At this time, a figure appeared on the huge platform of the square at some point.

This is an old man in a cloth robe, and there is no breath fluctuation on his body.

The old man glanced around and spoke slowly, his voice like thunder.

"The old man is an outer teacher, Zhang Zhan."

When he said this, Fang Han felt that Zhang Zhan's gaze seemed to sweep over him.

"Next, the first class will popularize the knowledge of martial arts for you."

"The earliest martial arts on our continent were nine ** years ago, and the martial arts realm was divided into ......"

Zhang Zhan's voice seemed to have magical power, so that the listener couldn't help but fall into it, and with Zhang Zhan's introduction, it was as if they were pulled into the scene in the introduction.

Of course, there is one exception, and that is Fang Han.

In his opinion, what Zhang Zhan said was no different from nonsense.

Zhang Zhan's eyes swept around, and when he saw the intoxicated crowd, he couldn't help but show a satisfied expression.

But when his gaze swept over Fang Han, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, because he actually found that Fang Han didn't react at all when he was lecturing.

Immediately afterwards, the coldness in his eyes flashed and disappeared, but it was still captured by Fang Han.

Fang Han's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't seem to know Zhang Zhan, why was the other party so hostile to him?