"Chief He, Ding Fan's kid is still practicing hard in the first martial arts arena, and this is the tenth day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" In the courtyard of Ding Shanhe, a bald subordinate bowed down to him and reported.

Ding Shanhe smiled contemptuously, "He's a little persistent, are there any new disciples to practice with him?"

"For the time being, there are only two hundred people who originally belonged to Ding Yi's faction. ”

"Hehe, if you want to set an example for yourself to lead other disciples, only a child like him can think of it. Ding Shanhe sneered again, "Okay, continue to keep an eye on me, and tell me as soon as there is any news." ”

"Yes. The subordinate turned and walked away.

Ding Hao and Ding Haochen are also similar, and they are also paying close attention to Ding Fan's every move.

……

"Manager He, something is wrong, some disciples are attracted by Ding Fan's actions, and his subordinates can't stop him if they want to. ”

Another ten days passed, and the bald subordinate suddenly reported anxiously to Ding Shanhe.

"How many?" Ding Shanhe was startled.

"Not much, just ten. "The bald head is subordinate.

"Hmph, it's only been ten for so long, and I don't think it will become a big climate!" Ding Shanhe heard this, relaxed and mocked.

"Keep watching!"

"Yes. ”

……

"Governor He, no, this time a large number of disciples have been attracted to the past. ”

"How much?"

"Two or three hundred. ”

"What!" Ding Shanhe stood up.

There are only more than 1,000 disciples in the Dawu Ding family in total, plus the two hundred people who originally tended to Ding Fan, plus these two or three hundred people, more than half of them have taken refuge in Ding Fan.

This is enough to shake the status of Ding Shanhe, Ding Hao and Ding Haochen.

All three of them couldn't sit still and began to think of ways to stop it.

Ding Shanhe's condition is that as long as he doesn't go to the morning exercise, he will have a nine-mortal weapon, and Ding Hao's condition is three elixirs per person, Ding Haochen is even more generous, not only has a nine-mortal weapon, but also a spirit pill, and a mount.

The number of disciples who went to the morning exercise suddenly became much smaller.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief and smiled satisfied.

……

"Boss, the three of them are plotting behind their backs to prevent the disciples from coming to the morning exercise, are we ......" Ding Yi was very angry and wanted to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth.

Ding Fan waved his hand, "Don't care about him, let's continue to practice hard, I believe that most of the disciples will eventually understand, if you want to go further on the road of cultivating immortals, you can't rely on external things alone, you really have to rely on your own diligent cultivation." ”

……

Ding Fan did not let his disciples blindly practice hard alone, but fought against each other.

One-to-one, one-to-two, one-to-three...... Continuously enhance the actual combat experience.

At the same time, after the battle, they also have to exchange experiences with each other, and even, learn from each other in their respective martial arts, and learn from each other, although the realm of the disciples has not improved too significantly, but their combat ability is increasing day by day.

Many disciples have tasted the sweetness, and they have become more and more active in their morning exercises.

In addition, Ding Fan also asked Ding Yi to prepare a large number of healing medicines, which can be used for free as long as any disciples need it, without any conditions.

……

"Brother Liao, I see that you have been practicing martial arts with Ding Fan recently, has it not changed much? A burly man stopped a thin and dark man, and said with a sarcastic face, "Look at me, following Ding Haochen's manager, I eat demon beast meat and elixir every now and then, and now I am about to break through the peak of the eighth layer and reach the realm of the ninth layer of refining gods." ”

"Oh, how about we fight?" the thin black man chuckled.

"Fight, fight, you have never beaten me before, and now that my realm is higher than yours, will I be afraid of you?" The burly man immediately drew his Taixu sword and struck at the thin black man.

"Soul Splitting Sword Technique!"

The burly man stabbed out with a sword, and immediately showed a cold aura that made the soul tremble, stimulating the thin black man's whole body to be cold.

Whew......

The sword light flashed, and in an instant, the burly man stabbed out seven or eight swords, and the move could not leave the vital point of the thin black man's body, or the center of the eyebrows, or the eyes, or the throat, or the heart......

The thin black man sensed Sen Sen's murderous aura and hurriedly dodged.

These days, he has been practicing hard with Ding Fan every day.

Thousands of times hard, the experience of fighting is already extremely rich, even if the burly man seems to have the upper hand, but he is not impatient at all, dodging left and right, and he doesn't even draw his sword.

There is a big difference between having a sword in your hand and not having a sword, not to mention, the other party's realm is higher than your own.

However, the thin black man was not in a hurry at all, let alone afraid, he was like a dormant tiger, always waiting for an opportunity.

He tried his best to dodge, exuding infinite explosiveness, quietly looking for an opportunity to fight back.

"The two duel, the realm is only one aspect, what really determines the outcome is the experience and comprehension of martial arts, as well as the 'combat acumen' ...... formed after thousands of battles."

In the process of dodging, the thin black man involuntarily remembered some words that Ding Fan had said, and now that he thinks about it, how correct this is!

Suddenly, he saw that the burly man seemed to have a trace of exhaustion, and he suddenly fought back violently like an explosive tiger.

"Bang!"

After three or four hundred rounds of battle between the two, the thin black man Huo Di found a fatal flaw in the burly man, and threw a punch on the spot, knocking the burly man to a stumbling one.

Then, the thin black man had no reservations, and his fists fell like rain.

The burly man suddenly only had the ability to parry, but had no power to fight back.

"Impossible, my realm is higher than yours, and my martial arts are better than yours, how can I defeat you, impossible!" the burly man shouted, and wanted to turn defeat into victory.

However, the thin black man didn't give him a chance at all.

The boxing techniques are becoming more and more intensive, and it is not a single boxing technique, but a thousand kinds of boxing techniques blended together, one moment fierce as a tiger, another soft as the wind, and then a soft like a fox.

The burly man was completely blinded.

"Bang!"

In the end, he couldn't resist it, and was punched in the chest by a thin black man, spitting blood from his mouth, flying upside down and smashing on the ground.

"Hahaha, happy!" the thin black man looked up to the sky and laughed, with a hearty look.

"Big man, you have defeated me every time before, but now you are no longer my opponent, even if you hold a sword in your hand, you are no longer my opponent, do you know why?" the thin black man walked up to the burly man and said, "This is the real kung fu that has been practiced hard, not the flashy realm that has been improved by medicine, food, etc." ”

"Sober up!" said the thin black man, and walked away triumphantly.

The burly man lay on the ground, looking depressed, frowning and pondering, and then a trace of realization flashed in his eyes, and he quickly got up and walked towards the first martial arts arena.

Such a situation happened everywhere in Dawu Ding's house.

More and more disciples came to their senses, and gradually regained their original intention of why they chose to cultivate immortals in the first place, and began to practice diligently with Ding Fan.

……

"River manager, it's over, it's over......" The bald subordinate shouted and rushed into the courtyard of Dingshan River.

"Phew, I'm not dead yet, what's the end of it?" Ding Shanhe said angrily.

"I'm sorry, River Chief, my subordinates made a mistake, my subordinates made a mistake......" The bald subordinate immediately reacted.

"Tell me quickly, what's the matter?" Ding Shanhe said, waving his hand.

"Steward He, some of our private soldiers also went to Ding Fan's side for morning exercises?" said the bald subordinate urgently.

"What?" Ding Shanhe was furious, "How many are these ungrateful fellows?"

"More than a hundred!"

"Huh?"

Ding Shanhe was shocked, and then attacked his heart angrily, spurting out a mouthful of old blood with a "poof".

There were only about 150 of his private soldiers, and more than 100 people left at once, how could he not be angry?

At the same time, Ding Hao and Ding Haochen were the same, and a large number of private soldiers went to Ding Fan's side.

At this time, it was only three months since Ding Fan announced that he was going to exercise in the morning.

……

"Hahaha, Chief Administrator, you still have the foresight!" Looking at the scene of the disciples practicing martial arts in full swing, Ding Yi was sincerely happy.

It was her long-standing wish, and now it has finally come true.

"According to my subordinates, it was said that the three scum vomited blood in anger, hahaha, it's really a relief!" Ding Yi said with a smile.

"Resolve hatred and resolve hatred, but after all, they are also the children of our Dawu Ding family, and they are strong, we still have to unite, if they come to the morning exercise, we still welcome them. Ding Fan said.

"Yes, the chief manager is broad-minded and his subordinates understand. Ding Yi smiled.

"Alright, let's continue sparring. ”

At the moment, Ding Fan made it easy for Ding Yi to fight.

Although Ding Yi is only eight layers, she has a lot of martial arts moves, and Ding Fan has learned a lot from her.

(End of Volume 2)

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