In the wasteland cultivation world, Xiang Yi's practice object is Wang Yuanxi, and occasionally Lu Rou can be called as a practice object, these two are both masters of the Heavenly Realm, although he can't beat it, every battle with a master of this level is actually practice!

After experiencing the high attack speed of the Heavenly Realm that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, and then looking at Fan Sicheng's level, that move seemed to be able to be directly disassembled in Xiang Yi's eyes at a frame of 24 frames per second.

As for "Sword Rebellion", this is just a small ability developed by Xiang Yi using the attributes of the Human Emperor Sword.

The power of the Unsheathed Sword of the Human Emperor is too great, and in the case of not being able to unsheath, using the characteristics of the scabbard to counterattack is a slightly softer way than unsheathing.

"Young Master!" Seeing Fan Sicheng fall to the ground, even the spirit sword in his hand was shattered by Xiang Yi's sword, and the little bald head who had fought against Xia Fengming before hurriedly rushed up.

It turned out to be a little scholar who was a sparring partner?

Xiang Yi raised his eyebrows, he looked at the little scholar's frightened look, and knew that this Fan Sicheng was probably a violent temper in general.

No, as soon as the person got up, Fan Sicheng pushed the little bald head away and took away the practice spirit sword in the little bald head's hand.

With a flick of his thumb, he pulled the sword out of its scabbard and pointed it at Xiang Yi with the sharp tip of the sword: "Come again!" ”

Xiang Yi shrugged, looking indifferent, as a new coach, he has good professional ethics and will not be affected by the anger or provocation of the students.

"Lost."

At this time, before the two of them faced each other, Xia Fengming on the side already knew the ending.

It is taboo to be swayed by emotions when making moves, and anger will make people lose their rational judgment and thinking, so that every move under the hand becomes superficial.

The first stab from Vans City was just too slow, and this second time there was a clear technical error.

Xiang Yi no longer uses the ability of "Sword Counter", but very targeted began to look for the flaws in Fan Sicheng's body, his fused sword technique "Sword View Flying Immortal" is soft and full of power, but between a stab and a hook, Fan Sicheng's whole person has fallen into Xiang Yi's sword skill trap.

He felt that his whole body was wrapped in layers of fairy gauze, and Xiang Yi's sword shadow appeared layer upon layer in front of his eyes like a fairy yarn.

Fan Sicheng couldn't see where Xiang Yi's sword was coming from or where it was going, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Xiang Yi and the head of the scabbard was aimed at his throat less than a centimeter.

Fortunately, this is only in the sword hall, if it is a real actual battle, it has already pierced the throat with a sword just now.

The little bald head opened his mouth wide next to Xia Fengming, he knew the young master's swordsmanship best, and although he usually lost with Coach Xia Fengming, he could at least fight a few back and forth.

But now in front of Xiang Yi, he was basically taken down with one move......

Where did this Boss Zhen find the fairy coach?

The little bald head was surprised, and couldn't help but look at Xia Fengming on the side: "Coach Xia, have you fought with Coach Xiang?" ”

"I fought, I lost." Xia Fengming's expression was calm, without a trace of waves.

Although Xiang Yi and Fan Sicheng had only fought for a total of two rounds, Xia Fengming could already feel that he had benefited a lot from the side, and his sword skills had stayed at Qipin a long time ago, and he had always lacked an opportunity to break through.

On the contrary, Xiang Yi's appearance seems to have allowed him to finally capture some breakthroughs.

Xiang Yi only came three days a month at irregular times, and Xia Fengming had already decided that from today onwards, he would stay in the Sword Pavilion every day and wait for Xiang Yi's arrival.

Similarly, the people who are looking forward to Xiang Yilai are also Fan Sicheng at the scene.

Although he was arrogant, Xiang Yi's two tricks just now convinced him.

"Are you still fighting?" Xiang Yi stared at him with a smile.

"The sword is broken, take a fart."

Fan Sicheng gritted his teeth and got up from the ground: "I remember you, Coach Xiang!" ”

After speaking, he walked in the direction of the dressing room without looking back, and when he was close to the door, he stopped, Xiang Yi couldn't see Fan Sicheng's red face, and only heard the other party asking loudly: "When will you come over next time?" ”

"My hours are not fixed, but you can come every day." Xiang Yi replied politely.

"Cut, who wants to come every day!" Vans snorted and walked into the locker room.

When changing clothes, Fan Sicheng frowned, and explained something to the little bald head on the side: "Youfu, you pushed my arrangements for tomorrow." ”

"Pushed? Does the young master have any new arrangements? The little bald head called Youfu replied as he took out the prepared suit and held it in front of the young man with both hands.

"Tomorrow, I'll come to the Sword Pavilion." Vans said.

"But the young master didn't mean ......"

"What nonsense!"

"Yes......" The little bald head pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and it was also a trouble for such a fickle young master to be in the heart stall.

……

Xiang Yi's time was very good, and the inner students who made an appointment for class today were Fan Sicheng and his little bald scholar.

He had nothing to do after beating Fan Sicheng to himself, Xiang Yi knew that no one would come and was ready to leave early, Zhen Niannian watched Fan Sicheng leave with a bag of spirit sword residues with a depressed face, and couldn't stop sighing in his heart.

In this world, one thing descends another...... She had never seen Fan Sicheng, the eldest of the Fan family, look like this.

"Which young master is this?"

Before leaving, Xiang Yi returned his coaching brand, and by the way, he couldn't help but gossip with Zhen Niannian about the origin of Fan Sicheng.

"Their family is engaged in the production of Xiuzhen armor, and it is a very large enterprise." Zhen Niannian said.

"How does it compare to the Tushi Group?"

"Maybe it's a little worse? But it's not small...... If the people of the Tushi Group really bump into him, he will have to give Master Fan a little face. ”

After Zhen Niannian finished speaking, he began to mumble to Xiang Yi about the class he had just attended: "There is more! The next time you make a move, you'll have to make at least two moves...... It is also important to build confidence among students. If you look at Coach Renxia, he will make a few moves every time, and if you beat the students like this, it is easy to affect the learning enthusiasm of our students! ”

"Yes...... Is that so......" Xiang Yi scratched his head: "That's really sorry!" ”

"It's okay! Once raw and twice ripe! Coach Xia was like this when he first came, and now he is an old fritter who has made moves. ”

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time." Xiang Yi smiled awkwardly.

It was the boss's daughter's request, and he complied.

"That Coach Xiang, your dog is so smart!" Before leaving, Zhen Niannian couldn't help but praise again.

"Haha, it's okay." Xiang Yi said modestly.

Just when Xiang Yi was fighting swords, Yituo was in a mess with those junior students outside.

Zhen Niannian was amazed, because she found that a piece of sword with a sword in her mouth could actually fight against the students here......

"That coach, your dog, sign a coach or not? I think my dad would be interested. ”

“……”

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Leaving the Sword Pavilion, Xiang Yi wanted to go to the supermarket to replenish some food resources and water resources, the water in the wasteland cultivation world was currently undrinkable, and he had to rely on him to bring water sources in.

After the base is built, he can install a filtration device to completely solve the problem of water sources.

He was walking on the street with a lump of cars, and was about to repeat his old trick to call a special car, when a murderous aura suddenly attacked from behind!

A lump of dog hair exploded in an instant!

"Someone!" A lump of alarm.

Obvious hostility, and not low in strength! There are at least four realms!

Xiang Yi turned his head around, only to see a blue-eyed, big-backed, fair-skinned foreigner step out of a black sedan and slowly walk in their direction.

"Bajiru?" Xiang Yi stared at the firm name of the system, and couldn't help but be vigilant, and had already pinched the Human Emperor Sword in his hand.