"How did you feel about training today?"

After dinner, I went back to the room," a female xìng saint warrior asked Zhang Fan and the two.

"Of course it's very good, Sister Moling" I can feel my strength every day! ”

Zhang Fan, who was the first to walk into the room, smiled and waved his hand at the magic bell, walked towards his chuáng shop, bent down to find a basin of water, and prepared to fetch water to clean it.

"What about you? Seiya, what do you think? "Hahaha! Needless to say! Of course I'm getting stronger. You don't have to ask this kind of question, Sister Moling, I am a once-in-a-century ......"

Bang!

"Oh, Sister Magic Bell, why are you beating me!" , Seiya just had a smug smile on his face, and he was beaten down by the attack of the magic bell one by one. Raise your head" looked at the mask on the face of the magic bell that would never have an expression, and muttered dissatisfied.

"Why did you hit you? Hum! It's not big or small, is my name just what you call it? Call me master, you idiot! "Alas? How so? Why can't I call it, obviously Zhang Fan can call him, why can't I do it when it's my turn? ”

Seiya squatted there "Listening to the words of the magic bell, a heavy resentment appeared on his face.

"And ask why? Can't you figure it out yourself? When do you have the strength of Zhang Fan, "You say such things to me again!" The magic bell withdrew his palm, looked at Seiya condescendingly, and said softly.

"It's strength again...... Cut one"

Hearing the magic bell's words, Seiya, who was originally full of complaints, pursed his lips and complained in a low voice.

"What? Do you have an opinion? Who is the Magic Bell? Don't look at her as a woman, but in fact, "she is one of the famous Silver Saint Seiya who surpasses her mother's name Bronze Saint Seiya, and her strength is far from being comparable to the current Seiya." And what comes with strong strength is usually the all-round strong "hearing" of the body, which is just one of them.

The hearing of the magic bell, there is no specific measurement, but how to say "the whisper of others, even if the voice is low, but as long as it can be heard by the person who receives it, the magic bell from a hundred meters away can be heard clearly, not to mention that Seiya speaks at such a close distance, as long as the voice trembles a little, it can't escape the ears of the magic bell."

So before he could finish speaking, "The magic bell had already turned its head to look at him, and the gaze hidden under the mask was like two sharp blades, straight through the mask" and shot directly at Seiya's body.

"Uh......"

Seiya only felt a chill on his body, and goosebumps fell to the ground" turned back stiffly, with a reluctant smile on his face.

"Hehe, no, nothing, how can I have an opinion. Master, whatever you say is what you say, as an apprentice, I can only obey unconditionally, how can I have opinions......"

Said something unsweet," Seiya smiled.

He has seen the power of the magic bell" At that time, he was subdued almost effortlessly in front of the magic bell, and he didn't even have the ability to resist, that feeling was as powerless as an ant facing a giant. Seiya, who has suffered a loss, can't fall in the same place again even if he has a tendon in his brain.

"Humph!" Seeing Seiya's softness, the magic bell snorted softly, and as soon as he turned around, Gadaga walked out, leaving only a graceful back and bursts of cold air that had not yet dissipated.

Seiya wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, "Whoever touched him found him, and crawled up with him."

At the well" When Seiya came over, Moling and Zhang Fan were standing there talking. Because of the distance" Seiya couldn't hear what they were saying, but seeing the indifferent smile on Zhang Fan's face, Seiya couldn't help but feel envious in his heart.

"Zhang Fan, a stinky guy, why did he have such a good relationship with Sister Moling? And me? Why is it always me who is hurt every time? Really, is strength really so important, this is only when, there are still three years before snatching the holy clothes "I can still become very strong!" ”

Seiya muttered silently in his heart, and couldn't help but speed up his pace, and soon came to the front of the two.

Seeing him coming, Zhang Fan and the magic bell stopped talking.

"Coming? Let's get started! The magic bell said, rubbing his wrist as he walked towards an open field not far away.

With a faint smile on his face, Zhang Fan put the basin in his hand on a boulder, waved his hand at Seiya, and followed with a step.

Seiya threw aside the empty basin in his hand, found a random place to sit down, and watched carefully.

Zhang Fan's strength is absolutely top-notch among their group of teenagers, and he is able to fight with the Silver Saint Seiya for more than a minute with his bare hands without wearing holy clothes and without training as a Saint Seiya in the true sense, which is something that other teenagers dare not imagine. Not to mention silver, even if it is bronze, even if it is a Saint Seiya candidate without a holy robe, it is difficult to fight for more than five minutes, except for the strong man of Cassios. Of course, he is no longer an ordinary person, and ordinary people do not have the body and innate divine power like him.

But there is one thing that makes Seiya very strange, "That is, Zhang Fan and the magic bell once reminded him at the same time, don't let Zhang Fan's true strength out, only the three of them know about this matter, and no one else can say it, not even a word."

Seiya didn't understand why, "But he's still obedient and keeps his mouth shut."

And watching the battle between Zhang Fan and the magic bell every day is his compulsory homework, he wants to take a good look at "how Zhang Fan's movement, defense, and attack are carried out, and learn from the experience that he may use."

Seiya over there aside, Zhang Fan and Moling had already walked to the platform, and the two stood opposite each other about ten meters away, looking at each other quietly.

"Are you ready?" , The magic bell was the first to speak, and the moment he spoke, his body was already crouching down and assuming an offensive posture.

"Anytime!" , Zhang Fan smiled, his body retreated half a step, and his hands took a defensive posture.

"So ......", "Be careful!! ”

The magic bell suddenly disappeared when the first half of the sentence sounded, and the moment the second half of the sentence rang, "She has come to Zhang Fan."

The slender five fingers clenched their fists tightly, and there was a sound of breaking the air on their fists, and they smashed into Zhang Fan's lower abdomen with a punch.

"Hey!" , Zhang Fan grinned, slid under his feet, and his body was slightly on one side, giving way to a heavy punch from the magic bell.

And his right hand, unconsciously, also clenched into a fist, and took advantage of the moment when the magic bell's strength was exhausted, and punched her left rib.

"Useless ......"

The magic bell's feet suddenly exerted force, and his body instantly rushed forward by more than ten centimeters, but it was a worthy flash of Zhang Fan's attack, and then his body fell down, his hands supported the ground, his wrists twisted, and his right tuǐ swept towards Zhang Fan with a fierce tuǐ whip.

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed, "Raise your ...... with both hands at the same time, bang!"

A muffled sound sounded, Zhang Fan's figure retreated violently, and his feet rubbed two obvious marks on the ground.

And the magic bell over there, as soon as the arm exerted force, the whole person rose into the air" jumped high into the air, looked at Zhang Fan condescendingly, knocked on the corner of his mouth under the mask, and his body fell rapidly, and his right tuǐ smashed like a meteorite towards Zhang Fan who had just stopped.

Zhang Fan raised his head suddenly, his eyes revealed a fine light, staring at the body of the magic bell that kept falling, and constantly calculating the timing.

Just as the magic bell was about to hit the ground, he suddenly moved sideways, and the magic bell's tuǐ slammed into the ground.

And Zhang Fan, at this moment, suddenly accelerated, and kicked straight into the dust.

There was another muffled sound, and the figure of the magic bell withdrew from the other side of the smoke and dust, while Zhang Fan did a somersault and fell steadily to the ground.

The two "stood against each other again.

All of this is a long story, but in fact, it only happened in three or four seconds, and Seiya on the side was already confused. This is also the current him, "If he just came to the Holy Domain, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to see the phantom."

Zhang Fan and Moling, who were separated, looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and then accelerated at the same time, and the two collided together quickly, fist to fist, tuǐ to tuǐ, and jī lie to fight. Just the strength of the fist and the tuǐ wind, the surrounding rubble shook and flew, and there was a continuous sound of air explosion between the two.

Five minutes later, it was finally accompanied by Zhang Fan's fall to the ground, "The battle is over!"

Seiya watched from the sidelines, and he had been stupid for a long time. The battle between Zhang Fan and the Magic Bell is so exciting, it is almost equivalent to the battle between the Saint Seiyas, but Zhang Fan did not wear the holy clothes, and the Magic Bell did not use its real strength, if this battle is put in the eyes of other silver and even bronze Saint Seiya, it is already the best teaching material beyond any textbook.

No matter how surprised he was at this time, the magic bell that had put away the posture over there had already walked in front of Zhang Fan, stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground, and helped him pat off the dust on his body with concern.

"Very good, five seconds better than yesterday."

Looking at Zhang Fan, the magic bell nodded appreciatively and said in a gentle tone.

"Hehe, it's still Sister Moling, you teach well, and it's thanks to you that you accompany us every night to fight, if we only rely on training during the day, we can only improve our physical strength. Only this kind of actual combat can allow us to truly understand the skills of fighting, so my success is "but half of you, Sister Moling!" ”

Zhang Fan let the magic bell help him pat the dust, and said softly.

"It's sweet in your mouth! Don't be modest yourself, your strength is inseparable from your talent, and if you don't have talent, no matter how hard you try, it's useless......", Magic Bell said, her head tilted slightly, obviously, she was looking at Seiya through the mask.

"Huh?"

Seiya, who is usually clumsy, is very keen at this time, and he immediately noticed the gaze of the magic bell.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing ......"

The magic bell sighed lightly and turned his head to look at Zhang Fan again.

"Okay, you can rest for a while...... Seiya, come here!! The magic bell sighed, turned to look at Seiya, and shouted.

"Oh!!" , Seiya's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he jumped up and ran towards the magic bell, while Zhang Fan slowly walked to the side and began to watch Seiya's battle. @。