Li Tian had already expected what this kid would look like after he learned the news of Zhou Ting's death.

He also expressed understanding.

But Li Tian felt that such an act of sending him to death was still inappropriate.

But when he knew that Yang Fan actually had the hole card on his body that made the Jiupin Martial King retreat, Li Tian changed his mind a little.

Li Tian knew what Yang Fan's hole cards were, and when he left the Chaos Heaven that day, this kid was training his body in that gravity canyon.

Just think about it a little to know what this kid's hole cards are.

Li Tian hesitated for a while and decided to leave it alone.

When a disciple grows up, what he needs to go through must be experienced, although he can support it, but if he thinks that he will continue to support it, I am afraid that what he cultivates will be a waste.

Li Tianyao's disciple is not a waste, and he has expectations for Yang Fan and Li Tian.

...

When Yang Fan tore a short-tailed rabbit in half, Bi Xin on the side finally knew what was the most terrifying thing in this canyon.

The strange beasts here actually have a crippled Dao to support them.

Bi Xin now also thought about how Yang Fan's crippled power path came about.

This thing is definitely understood in this canyon.

Bi Xin's heart was hot, but when she thought about the speed at which the rabbit who was only a third grade approached the two of them just now, Bi Xin was a little angry.

The rabbit of the third grade, as the sixth grade grandmaster Bi Xin felt that he still had the certainty of victory.

After all, there are three more metamorphoses.

But the incomplete Dao of the third grade is completely useless to the Bixin of the sixth grade.

Even the rhythm of that kind of Tao is a little unfeeling.

In the end, Bi Xin understood, if he wanted to comprehend what Yang Fan had comprehended in this canyon, he had to at least fight against a strange beast in the same realm as himself, and if he wanted to have a better effect, he would find someone stronger than himself.

But isn't this looking for death?

Not to mention the same level, even if it is the first level, Bixin has no hope of winning.

Yang Fan is an example, at the beginning, he used a fifth-grade martial artist to knock his sixth-grade grandmaster away with one punch.

That's the lesson.

Bi Xin was constantly entangled in the rest of the day, how could he be able to save his life in the hands of a strange beast of the same level and then comprehend the incomplete Dao.

...

Hannibal, who is sitting in the fortress of fists and feet, has been restless these days, and Huaxia has not replied, and the imaginary scene of Yang Fan's master or Huaxia's strong man tearing through the void has never been seen.

Just when Hannibal was anxious, he received a phone call.

The caller was the ambassador of Huaxia.

And the content is to ask Hannibal to stop caring about Yang Fan's affairs.

Left to its own devices in the Canyon of Fists and Feet.

After Hannibal hung up the phone, the whole person was not good, that's all?

Hannibal was in a trance, as if when Yang Fan was in exile overseas and could not support himself, the figure of the broken sky was fake.

Li Tian, who could explore many seas for his disciples that day, what's wrong with him now?

Hannibal had some confusion in his heart.

To be honest, he doesn't have a good impression of Yang Fan, but he must admit that Yang Fan has some talent, the key is that this kid has comprehended the way of strength, this is the first person to comprehend the way of strength, and he wants to ask him how he comprehended it.

I also want this kid to give lectures to other members of the special training program.

The result is good, I haven't let myself wait for the opportunity to invite Yang Fan, and something happened again.

After a while, Hannibal sighed helplessly, as if admitting it!

...

Yang Fan doesn't have so many thoughts now, as long as he sees a strange beast, he must kill it.

In the past ten days, there have been seven or eight strange beasts that he has killed.

Yang Fan can feel the rhythm of the Tao when he is not there, and now Yang Fan has only one word in his head, "kill"

In an unknown canyon crack in the Fist Foot Canyon, a black shadow flashed, and then the bodies of three people appeared on the ground.

Three people, two men and one woman, all in a coma.

When a ray of sunlight swept away, the faces of the three people were exposed to the sun, and there was no trace of Zhou Ting, Li Xianyi, and Xie Sihua, who were thought to be dead.

The three of them lay motionless on the ground.

After a while, the bodies of the three began to levitate, and then against the stone wall next to them, the whole person began to merge inward.

When the three of them completely integrated into the stone wall, the black shadow reappeared, bowed to the stone wall, and left silently.

And after a slight vibration of this crack canyon, it began to close.

Half an hour later, there were no more fissures and canyons in the area, only a wide plain.

...

The blade of the Wild Flower Knife is full of cracks at the moment.

Yang Fan half-knelt on the ground with a knife.

And above Yang Fan's head, a golden eagle kept circling and flying.

Bixin was stunned at the moment.

Just now, Yang Fan met this bird at the pinnacle of the sixth grade.

There is no superfluous nonsense, Yang Fan will cut with a knife. And the birds swooped in.

The big war is in full swing.

But Yang Fan missed a move in the end, the eagle's giant beak pecked at Yang Fan's head, and Yang Fan drew his knife with all his strength and blocked it in the end.

But the flowers are also starting to show signs of crumbling.

Bixin felt that Yang Fan was probably going to fall into disadvantage this time, and he might have to go to Huangquan with this goods.

"Bring your sword!" Yang Fan said suddenly.

Bixin, who was a little confused, subconsciously threw the thousand-hammer long sword in his hand.

After throwing it out, Bixin also reacted.

But nothing more was said.

After all, if this thing kneels, he will not end well.

The moment Yang Fan drew his sword and stood up.

The eagle hovering in the sky fell again.

The pair of claws that shimmered with cold light, and the huge beak that killed people were so terrifying.

Yang Fan resisted the eagle's attack while carefully comprehending the rhythm that the eagle possessed.

Bi Xin felt that he was crazy, but Yang Fan himself knew that he was not crazy, at least not now, although anger and grief suppressed reason, but this did not mean that reason disappeared.

When he made the first move against this eagle, his sanity returned to normal.

Yang Fan didn't understand the way of this eagle, but that sharp feeling made Yang Fan yearn for it.

Each of those attacks had a powerful tearing sensation.

Look at the half-abandoned Crazy Flower on the side, it is this tearing feeling that tears the material of this Crazy Flower, making the Crazy Flower full of cracks.

Yang Fan stared at the eagle's moves and styles, and at the same time felt the rhythm of the eagle's tearing path with all his might.

Attack power has always been what Yang Fan is pursuing.

The Way of Power has magnified the attack power many times, but it is too dull. That's right, Yang Fan has always felt that the way of strength is too dull.

Wielding a long knife with the way of strength, there is always a feeling that it doesn't fit well.

The way of strength is more suitable for some blunt weapons, such as Xie Sihua's big stick, or blunt weapons such as hammers.

And knives, swords, guns, these weapons should be suitable for this kind of tearing of the eagle.

Before the weapon descended on his body, there was a feeling that he was about to be torn apart, which was what Yang Fan liked!