It's past ten o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Fan planned to wait until after ten o'clock in the evening before setting off to find Ling Xiao's sister.

Twelve hours, when converted into time in sub-biological space, is seven hundred and twenty hours, which is exactly one month.

For a month, if you don't eat or drink, and use it all to practice Yan Hui, you should be able to practice Yan Hui to Xiaocheng.

Zhang Fan didn't think much about it, put on the helmet of the martial arts learning system, and began to practice Yan Hui.

His current entry-level Yan Hui can instantly flip a five-meter backflip.

It is expected that after reaching Xiaocheng, this distance will definitely increase a lot.

So after trying it a few times, he changed the sub-biospace to a narrow shape.

It is 100 meters long, but it is only 1 meter wide.

In such a long and narrow space, he practiced Yan Hui over and over again.

Repeating the swallow return again and again puts a lot of pressure on the legs and the wrist of the right hand.

Even if you are a martial artist, after practicing for more than an hour, you must rest for about ten minutes.

However, Zhang Fan had no intention of resting at all, and practiced again and again without interruption.

It turned out that after his golden body technique reached the entrance, his physical strength was greatly enhanced, far stronger than that of ordinary junior martial artists.

In addition, he is a super martial artist, and he has the blood poison of the zombie virus and the blood clan in his body, and his body has long been transformed to be different from ordinary people.

So after practicing over and over again, his body can still withstand it.

After the first day of practice, his Yanhui distance reached six meters;

After practicing the next day, his Yanhui distance reached seven meters;

After the third day of practice, his Yanhui distance reached eight meters;

……

Zhang Fan was secretly happy in his heart, according to this calculation, after waiting for thirty days, even if his Yan Hui could not reach Xiaocheng, the distance would reach thirty-five meters.

Thirty-five meters away, it doesn't look long.

But in the battle of life and death, sometimes it can allow him to avoid the blow of life and death.

When Zhang Fan was practicing, in the hotel room in the outside world, Ling Xiao was also practicing hard to draw his sword and slash.

Although she was extremely talented, she was not willing to cultivate and practice any martial arts at all before.

At that time, she was still a child, and she wanted to play.

When you have had enough, you can practice casually, and you will be higher than most of your peers.

But now, the parents have been killed and the sister has been arrested.

In order to save her sister and avenge her parents, she must work hard to improve herself.

Time is fast and slow.

Before you know it, the sun has set outside the window.

Gradually, the sky was completely darkened.

Three hours after dark, Ling Xiao looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

The teacher said that they would leave after 10 o'clock in the evening.

She looked at the empty desk and waited for the teacher to come out.

At the same time, in the long and narrow sub-biological space, Zhang Fan was practicing Yan Hui.

Today is the last day, and his Yan Hui has reached a distance of thirty-four meters after thirty days of non-stop practice.

A little closer, it can reach thirty-five meters.

Although it is not yet a small success, the distance of 35 meters is enough.

If combined with Xiao Cheng's arrow steps, this is equivalent to reaching a distance of one hundred and thirty-five meters in an instant, which is definitely a very terrifying movement speed and distance.

On his forehead, beads of sweat poured out.

His clothes were wet and dry during the thirty days of training.

At this time, it was already as hard as armor, and it was extremely uncomfortable to wear on the body.

But he didn't seem to be aware of it.

He was now waiting to lift the last meter.

Phew-

Thirty-four meters.

Phew-

Or thirty-four meters.

Phew-

It's still thirty-four meters.

A little closer, a little closer to reaching thirty-five meters.

Zhang Fan looked at the time, and it was almost twelve hours away.

He couldn't help but be a little anxious.

However, the most important thing to practice knife drawing is to have a calm mind.

Even if Tarzan collapsed in front of him, his heart couldn't beat faster, and his breathing couldn't be short.

He took a deep breath and calmed the anxiety in his heart.

Then he closed his eyes slightly and recalled the essentials of Yan Hui.

At one point, his eyes suddenly opened.

Jumping forward, he somersaulted backwards.

At the same time, the shadow blade in his hand instantly attacked.

Phew-

Because the shadow blade was so fast, it actually brought out a sound of breaking wind.

And his body was also a hundred meters away in an instant.

Steady landing.

Zhang Fan's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Just now he was still on the other side of the space, and now a swallow has come to this end.

A full hundred meters!

Moreover, the shadow blade just now just slashed out of thin air, and a gap of 100 meters long appeared in the ground.

That's too long!

It seems that his own Yan Hui has finally become a small !!

After thirty days of hard training, Yan Hui finally reached Xiaocheng!

You must know that only after drawing the sword and slashing to achieve Dacheng can you practice Yan Hui.

In the entire security zone, there are only about 100 people who can reach Dacheng with a sword.

And even the only one who can practice Yan Hui to the beginning is only two.

As for the one who trained Yan back to Xiaocheng, there was no one.

Xiaocheng-level Yan Hui, coupled with Xiaocheng-level arrow steps, can reach two hundred meters in an instant.

Even those peak martial artists can't reach this speed.

After a while, Zhang Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Drawing a sword and slashing is only a single attack art;

Yan Hui has directly become able to attack a distance of 100 meters, which has already evolved into a range attack martial art;

As you can imagine, the last move, fine snow, is definitely a powerful range attack martial art.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan understood why the three moves of the sword drawing technique, after each move increased in proficiency, the level of martial arts would also increase.

Retracting the shadow blade, Zhang Fan changed the space back to the appearance of his own home.

Then I went to the bathroom and took a nice shower.

Then I slept soundly for the day.

Sleeping is not very necessary for him, who has a zombie virus and blood poison.

But no matter how he says, he is still a human being, and he can be a hundred times more energetic and clear-headed after a good night's sleep.

I haven't slept in a month since I entered the space.

And even if you sleep here for two days now, in reality, it's actually less than an hour.

So not afraid to waste realistic time.

In fact, he only slept for about ten hours this night.

In reality, it's only ten minutes.

Then he returned to the real world.

When the black hole on the table had just appeared, Ling Xiao's big beautiful eyes lit up.

After Zhang Fan came out, Ling Xiao hurriedly stepped forward: "Teacher, you are finally back, let's leave now." ”

Zhang Fan didn't hesitate, nodded, and said, "You lead the way." ”

The two took advantage of the night and quickly returned to Ling's house.

Ling Xiao circled around the Ling family, then pointed to the southeast and said, "That direction." ”

(End of chapter)