Chapter 18: Poor Literature and Rich Martial Arts

Xiao Fan smiled and shook his head: "No, after all, it's a classmate." ”

Han Xue'er nodded, not saying anything, she knew that once Xiao Fan made a decision, no one could change it.

At this time, the door of the school slowly opened Sun Dasheng walked out of it, glanced at Xiao Fan deeply, then looked away, looked at his five students and said slowly: "I thought about it all night last night, and decided to give these two precious places to Xiao Fan and Han Xue'er, of course this is not a dead rule, if you can beat either of them, you can replace them." ”

The other four people all shrank their heads, three of them were far from Li Hao's strength, and Li Hao was all deflated in Xiao Fan's hands, not to mention them, and one of them was Wang Dafu who was two years older than Xiao Fan, his father was a hunter in the town, and he also had a ninefold cultivation of refining the body, and his original family background was also quite rich, and he was one of the best in the town, and Wang Dafu was willing to take out almost all the family property for Wang Dafu to practice, Wang Dafu was also angry, and his cultivation had already surpassed his father, reaching the peak of the middle level of the innate realm, and he was idle, so he helped his father go hunting, and even hunted a lot of first-class demon beasts。

Wang Dafu stood up, his burly body gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression: "Maybe, I can't beat you, but I still have to fight." ”

Xiao Fan listened to Wang Dafu's words, and his expression froze slightly: "I can't beat it, why do I still want to fight." ”

"For my dad. Wang Dafu's voice was heavy, like thunder.

Xiao Fan didn't say anything, walked to the open field, and fought with Wang Dafu, Wang Dafu's combat experience is much richer than Li Hao's, perhaps because he often hunts with his father, with a ruthless energy in his bones, there is a taste of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, but he ran into Xiao Fan, after fighting more than 20 moves, Wang Dafu was defeated.

"I can't give up this place. Xiao Fan said lightly, and Han Xue'er left the school.

Wang Dafu looked at the figure of the two of them gradually drifting apart, his eyes were red, and his fists clenched and smashed the ground fiercely, Wang Dafu didn't resent Xiao Fan in his heart, but he felt guilty in his heart, thinking of his father, he almost went bankrupt for his own cultivation, but he was so useless......

At this time, a middle-aged man with a long scar on his face, wearing a clean and tattered suit, walked over from not far away, patted Wang Dafu's shoulder, and snorted: "It's okay, I've seen it all, go, go home, I caught a cloud rabbit last night, and I'll make up for it for you today." ”

Back home, Xiao Fan cooked a meal and ate with Han Xue'er, Han Xue'er suddenly looked at Xiao Fan and said: "Brother Fan, although I don't like Li Hao, I have to admit that Li Hao's talent is excellent, we have conflicts with Li Hao again and again, in case we ...... in the future."

"There is no case, narrow-minded, destined not to be a big deal, don't worry about him, but Wang Dafu is a good person, straightforward temperament, the school used to belong to the time when his cultivation was the highest, and he didn't bully others, and he also helped the two of us get through the siege. Xiao Fan ate the rest of the food on the plate, and said indistinctly.

Han Xue'er nodded and said, "However, Wang Dafu has been bullied by Li Hao for the past two years, and he is very sad. ”

"Well, then help him, my father also said that when you meet someone with the right temper, you can help him. Xiao Fan cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, took out ten yuan crystals, looked at Han Xue'er and said, "You won't mind using your things to help others." ”

Han Xue'er shook her head: "Brother Fan, how can you say that, if you lack Yuan Jing, I still have twenty-five here, take it and use it well." ”

Xiao Fan nodded, not saying anything, he thought of Wang Dafu's use of boxing, so he wrote down all the mantras and moves of Xiao Zhan's Collapse Fist and put it in his arms, Collapse Fist is a high-grade martial art of the Yellow Rank, if it is worth it, it is worth 10,000 gold, and even a top-grade martial art can be used as an heirloom.

Late at night, Xiao Fan came to a dilapidated courtyard alone, it is said that Wang Dafu's family should not live here, and he is also a well-known hunter in the town and is not short of money, but he lives in such a dilapidated hut that leaks snow in winter and rain in summer, it is not that Wang Dafu's family pretends to be poor, but Wang Dafu's father, who sold his ancestral house and created a pair of yellow-grade boxing gloves for Wang Dafu.

"Drink!"

Xiao Fan was sitting on the wall, it was late at night, Wang Dafu was boxing in the courtyard with a pair of fluorescent fist gloves, Wang Dafu suddenly moved his ears and looked at Xiao Fan's location: "Who!"

Xiao Fan jumped off the wall and walked over: "It's me, Xiao Fan, why are you still practicing boxing at this time?"

"Why are you here? Come to the house, Daddy has gone out hunting, and there is no one at home. Wang Dafu saw Xiao Fan coming over, stepped forward and patted Xiao Fan's shoulder, and said, with a loss that could not be concealed in his words.

"Yes. Xiao Fan nodded, and followed Wang Dafu into the house, which was not an exaggeration to describe the four walls of the house, and he couldn't even find a decent chair.

Wang Dafu scratched his head a little embarrassed, moved a chair that was still able to sit and put it in front of Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan was not polite, sat down, and the chair under his buttocks squeaked and wailed.

"Why don't you use this pair of gloves during the day?" Xiao Fan looked at the fluorescent fist gloves in Wang Dafu's hand, and he didn't know how many times stronger than the stainless steel weapon that could not be written.

Wang Dafu smiled innocently, carefully took it off as if it was his mother-in-law, gently put it on a piece of coarse cloth and said, "Aren't you useless? Besides, even if I use this pair of gloves, I can't beat you." ”

Xiao Fan looked at Wang Dafu and said, "That's not necessarily, do you want to go to Goshawk Academy?"

"I think, I dream of it, my father went bankrupt and let me practice martial arts, just to let me get ahead and shine for the old Wang family, but now I don't have a chance, I'm sorry for my father, but I don't blame you, it's because my skills are not as good as others, and I am convinced to lose. When Wang Dafu first mentioned Goshawk Academy, his eyes couldn't hide his eagerness, and as he spoke, a sense of loss overflowed.

"Perhaps, I have a way to give you a chance. ”

Wang Dafu's eyes lit up when he heard Xiao Fan's words, and he asked in a lost voice, "What's the way?"

Xiao Fan attached himself to Wang Dafu's ear and said his own method.

After listening to Xiao Fan's words, Wang Dafu's eyes lit up, and he randomly hesitated: "Is this really okay?......

"The path of cultivation itself is to fight with the heavens and the earth, and if you don't fight, you can't talk about cultivation, the way has already been told to you, and it's up to you whether to go or not. Xiao Fan said, and then took out Yuan Jing and the martial arts of the Breaking Fist that Xiao Fan had just written and put them on the table: "At the beginning, you helped me, now I will help you, okay, it's not too early, I should go back." ”

Wang Dafu opened the package given by Xiao Fan, and was directly shocked, his expression was a little entangled, and before Wang Dafu could say anything, Xiao Fan had already left the house, and Wang Dafu hurriedly chased after him with the package.

Xiao Fan didn't even turn his head and said: "Okay, go back, you helped me before, now I help you, the two of us have cleared up, and the way has been told to you, it's your business whether to go or not." ”

"Xiao Fan!" Wang Dafu shouted loudly, his mouth opened slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, and when Xiao Fan disappeared from Wang Dafu's sight, Wang Dafu's eyes were slightly red and he muttered, "Thank you." ”