Yan Yi looked at the house on the mountainside and nodded, and walked up the mountain road alone.

"No wonder I can't see the dean on weekdays, it's in such a remote place..."Yan Yi muttered to himself as he walked and looked around.

It's a very remote place, with a path full of mud and fallen leaves, and most of the trees planted around it have dark yellow trunks, giving it a look of twilight.

In about ten minutes, Yan Yi walked to the room that belonged to the dean's palace, which was just the most ordinary and simple stone house, without the slightest decoration, standing quietly in front of it.

"Hello dean, junior Yan Yi, is the first place in the internal examination of the college, and I came to ask the dean's seniors. Yan Yi respectfully bowed in front of the stone house, waiting for Gong Yan's response.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yi waited for a long time without the slightest reply, and couldn't help but look at the stone house with some doubts, so he had to say aloud again:

"Junior Yan Yi... Before..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yi's heart suddenly trembled, and an inexplicable sense of danger suddenly grew in his heart, and before Yan Yi looked up, he only felt an incomparably subtle breath quickly hit his right shoulder.

Relying on his rich combat experience, Yan Yi's subconscious body turned sideways, and his spiritual power instantly dispersed, but that breath followed his twisted shoulders like maggots on his tarsal bones.

Yan Yi looked up and realized that it was a mysterious person in a black robe, and his right arm was grabbing him at this time.

Although he didn't figure out what was going on now, Yan Yi immediately entered a fighting state, his right fist was lightly twisted, and Fanchenxi instantly rushed towards the black-robed mysterious man, directly knocking down the arm that was about to grab his shoulder.

Fanchen took the opportunity to pull, but he didn't know when a leg appeared behind him, Yan Yi was caught off guard and was directly tripped up, and the hand that had just been knocked off by Yan Yi grabbed Yan Yi's shoulder again, and then Yan Yi's extremely familiar starting hand directly threw himself behind him.

"It's a super big cut!"

Yan Yi was extremely surprised in his heart, but he didn't have time to figure it out, Yan Yi's body reacted quickly, this trick that he was familiar with couldn't be more familiar, his body twisted hard in mid-air with the traction of Fanchenxi, face down, his feet on the ground, and stabilized his body.

This is the only way to resolve the super large external circumcision, and before Yan Yi could breathe a sigh, the black-robed man stepped forward again, and swung a simple punch towards Yan Yi's chest, but there was a faint flickering cold light at the edge of this fist.

"It's a little punch!"

A figure suddenly appeared in Yan Yi's heart, a person who also knew foreign styles, and in this academy, wasn't it the mysterious person who passed on foreign styles to himself at the ten honor points of the Book Pavilion before!

With a guess in his heart, Yan Yi let go of the doubts in his heart, devoted himself to the battle, twisted his right fist lightly, and swung out the same move to face the black-robed man.

Just when the two fists were about to collide, the black-robed man suddenly changed from a fist to a palm, like a spiritual snake, he directly avoided the edge of Yan Yi's fist, and slapped Yan Yi's wrist fiercely, this palm actually directly unloaded Yan Yi's strength, Yan Yi reacted and wanted to turn around and fight back, but the last force had just dissipated, and Yan Yi could only regather the opportunity to gather strength, the black-robed man changed from palm to claw again, grabbed Yan Yi's wrist from the side, and then a huge force directly penetrated Yan Yi's arm to his body.

The aura in his body stagnated suddenly, and then Yan Yi's body was fiercely grabbed by the black-robed man to his side.

"Not good... Piggyback throw!"

Yan Yi secretly complained in his heart, he was led by the nose by the black-robed man the whole time, and every blow he could alleviate Yan Yi's offensive and turn it into his starting style.

"I can't be thrown by him..."

Yan Yi shouted in his heart, of course he knew the power of carrying the throw, and if he threw himself with one move, he would fall into the chain after the ring after him.

In a hurry, Yan Yi's body suddenly ignited a raging flame, and Yan Yi's prosperity at such a close distance was just enough to grab the body of the black-robed man.

Controlling Fanchen's breath and throwing it directly at the black-robed man's right shoulder, right waist, and left calf, these three places are the main force points of the back cast, and at the same time, the blazing flames emitted outside the body want to force the black-robed man back.

Sure enough, when the black-robed man saw Yan Yi's body in flames, he instantly retracted his starting hand of carrying and throwing, Yan Yi also stabilized his body at the same time, and the moment he landed, his calf exerted force, and an arrow rushed towards the black-robed man, and his whole body was instantly enveloped.

"Pull me!"

Sure enough, this time, the black-robed man's body was directly and uncontrollably sucked by Yan Yi, and the two were close to less than a breath, Yan Yi's right hand smashed into a fist and smashed into the oncoming black-robed man, and at the same time, his right foot was imperceptibly moved forward a small step, and his eyes flashed with extremely confident light.

This move is a point punch plus a lightning elbow attack, plus a super big external cut combo Yan Yi has tried and tested repeatedly, and he can't prevent one move from the next few moves.

Just when Yan Yi's punch was about to hit the black-robed man flying towards him, the black-robed man suddenly raised his knee, and a knee hit directly deflected Yan Yi's fist on the head, and the leg that fell immediately fell on the position where Yan Yi was now preparing to move his right leg forward.

Yan Yi was stunned for a moment, and stopped his steps about to move forward, and a palm force came from his chest again, which was a slap from the black-robed man on Yan Yi's chest again.

"Oops, it's on his offensive again!"

Yan Yi was extremely helpless in his heart, at this time, he could only stretch his left hand forward and turn his fist into a palm to meet the palm of the black-robed man, and the black-robed man seemed to know Yan Yi's thoughts while Yan Yi waved his palm, and he turned from palm to claw again and directly grabbed Yan Yi's tiger's mouth, and at the same time, his right leg instantly pressed behind Yan Yi.

It's a super big circumcision again!

This time, Yan Yi was directly thrown to the ground without the slightest ability to parry, and the huge force shook Yan Yi's spiritual power in an instant, and he tried to get up, a fist was reflected in his eyes, Yan Yi smiled bitterly when he saw this, and the black-robed man also withdrew his fist, and stood beside Yan Yi with both hands on his back.

Yan Yi struggled to get up and bowed respectfully to the black-robed man: "Thank you for the dean's mercy, the dean of the palace is really powerful, and the juniors are willing to bow down..."

Now, even if Yan Yi is stupid, he can guess that this black-robed man is the person who gave him the appearance at the beginning, that is, the dean of the Cloth Clothes Academy, Gong Yan.

Gong Yan took off the brim of the hat covering his head, revealing his face, his angular cheeks were full of stubble, a pair of melancholy and deep eyes were particularly eye-catching, and his long gray-brown hair was slowly draped behind his head, if he didn't know his identity, Yan Yi might have thought that there was an extremely down-and-out passerby standing in front of him.

Gong Yan looked at Yan Yi and waved his hand and said, "You and I are fateful, come in..."

After Gong Yan finished speaking, he slowly paced into the room first.

Yan Yi hurriedly followed Gong Yan, secretly rubbed his buttocks, grinning in pain, this super big circumcision said that it didn't hurt, it was fake... Just now, Gong Yan was looking at himself, and Yan Yi could only endure it.

There were only a few futons, a table, and a bookshelf in the room, and the floor was filled with jars of wine, and the smell of wine was also permeating the room.

Gong Yi entered the house, picked up a jar of wine, sat on the futon, and drank a few sips, Yan Yi stood aside respectfully, waiting for Gong Yan to finish drinking.

"Huh... Cool... It's still cool to drink..."

A jar of wine was drunk by Gong Yan in a few breaths, wiped his mouth and muttered to himself comfortably, then looked at Yan Yi who was standing aside, and pointed to the futon opposite to signal Yan Yi to sit down.

Yan Yi was flattered and sat opposite the palace mourner, and he didn't know what to say, so he looked at the palace mourner embarrassedly.

"Just now, what did you feel?"

Gong Yan asked Yan Yi a word for a while, and then opened a jar of wine again and drank it one by one.

Yan Yi thought for a while and said: "I just fought with my seniors, and I only felt that every move I made would be interrupted by my seniors, and then I fell into the attack starting style of my seniors, and every time my attack had no substantive effect, it seemed... It seems that my seniors know what I want to do next. ”

"Hmm... Do you know the origin of this set of martial arts just now?" Gong Yan put down the wine jar and looked at Yan Yi.

Yan Yi hesitated for a moment and said: "This set of martial arts given to me by my predecessor is called Wai Shi, which is one of the hundred and eight styles, and it is also a long-lost style. ”

"Oh?"

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Gong Yan's eyes, and then he asked, "What is the most important battle direction of the outer style?"

"Back to the seniors, the younger generations feel that they are close. ”

Hearing this, Gong Yan shook his head and said, "The most important thing in the external style is not the various means of attack in close quarters, but improvisation... From one move to another in an instant, in case of dismantling moves, in case of defense and breaking defense, in case of counterattack to counterattack, in case of passive initiative, the true meaning of the external style is ever-changing, and the moves are interlocking, rather than sticking to one move and one style. ”

"When fighting, you must not only look at the martial arts moves released by the opponent in front of you, but also think about the martial arts moves he will release next, and know what he thinks, so that you can deploy all your next moves faster than him, so that no matter whose attack you are, it will be turned into your active advantage..."

"Ever-changing... Improvise... I know what he thinks..."Yan Yi suddenly fell into deep thought when he heard this, and muttered the words of Gong Yan.

When Gong Yan saw Yan Yi's state, a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his head again to drink and no longer pay attention to Yan Yi.

At this time, Yan Yi seemed to have entered a wonderful state, flashing back and forth in his mind, like a big screen in slow motion, each move and style turned into a decomposition action, just like a slow-frame movie, constantly combining, decomposing, and combining.

"yes... The moves are interlocked, each move can be turned into another move in an instant, and the conformist only fights according to the fixed posture of a certain move, which can be called rigid..."