Looking at the stele, Wang Fan's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, he didn't expect that he had inadvertently drifted down the river and actually came to the forbidden place in the school palace.

But soon, Wang Fan came back to his senses, he looked at the angry beautiful girl in front of him and said, "It's true that this is a forbidden place, but I think your age should also be a student in the school palace." ”

Hearing this, Long Yi, who was still upright, couldn't help but look pale. Originally, she sneaked into this forbidden place to find a mysterious object, but after a hard search, she didn't find any clues.

Distraught, Long Yi simply took off her coat and swam in the clear pool of water in this forbidden place, but she never expected that in addition to her accident, such an uninvited guest came to the pool.

The girl's shyness and reserve made her very unhappy to dismantle the boy in front of her. But the reason in her heart reminded her that she must not make a noise, otherwise, her secret will not be saved.

A mouthful of silver teeth bit and loosened, loosened and bitten, and finally Long Yi's rationality still prevailed, she let out a long breath of turbidity, her frosty cheeks eased slightly, and said, "I also came here by accident." ”

"Oh. Wang Fan replied casually, although he felt that something was still wrong, but he didn't think much about it. Although this is the so-called forbidden place, Wang Fan has no interest in the secrets, what he wants most at the moment is to leave here, after all, he accidentally looked at the girl's privacy, if he stays here and does not leave, the girl will be entangled for a while, and his own reputation will not be mixed.

turned around and strode away, and suddenly remembered the girl's Qingyue voice behind him: "Hey, what's your name?"

"Wang Fan. Wang Fan said without thinking.

He didn't see it, and after hearing the name, Long Yi smiled a little slyly: "Hmph, ignore you for now, and when I see the right time, you will be miserable, hum." ”

Wang Fan didn't hear these Long Yi's careful thoughts, he walked back to his room quickly. In his mind, he still unconsciously recalled the wonderful picture in the waterhole, which made his heart feel hot again.

Looking down at his majestic little brother, he shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, "It seems that I have reached puberty again." ”

"But that beauty, not very old, seems to be much taller than me, if I face her head-on, I have almost no chance of winning. Thinking of the scene where he was hit by the girl's purple light on the riverbank, Wang Fan subconsciously frowned.

"Looks like I'm going to practice a few combat skills too. ”

He immediately made a decision, as the name suggests, this combat skill is a combat skill, a move, Wang Fan felt that since he had no way to cultivate Xuangong, then learning a few high-level combat skills would also greatly improve himself.

So, in the early morning of the next day, after performing a high-intensity alchemy technique, Wang Fan began to practice the battle skills of the Holy Spirit Clan again.

Among the many combat techniques, the Phantom Divine Step is his favorite, because this technique can not only defeat the opponent quickly with speed, but also ensure that he leaves safely in the event of an unfavorable battle.

Standing on a flat grass, Wang Fan followed the record in the exercise, his body shape changed rapidly, controlling every muscle in his legs, and striving to achieve the standard of every movement.

Tossing and turning, his figure was like a gust of wind, and in less than a moment's effort, his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

"Fortunately, the body has been tempered almost, otherwise, this body method would not be able to go on at all. Wang Fan sighed secretly in his heart, and reached out to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

After practicing for less than an hour, his legs were as heavy as lead, he simply sat on the ground, rested for a while, and began to practice a set of swordsmanship—Ling Feng Sword.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and Wang Fan knew that the sword had a fanatical preference in his previous life. Now that he was holding a snow-bright three-foot long sword, he suddenly felt that his entire momentum had changed, and between his eyebrows, there was also a strong spirit of a long sword.

It is not as long as imagined, the sword shadow is like a rainbow, Wang Fan, who used the long sword for the first time, has an obvious unfamiliar taste between a split and a stab.

Every time he took out his sword, his body was involuntarily tilted a little, unable to grasp the balance between strength and his own stability.

But even so, he still practiced very attentively, from the middle of the day, to the sunset, until the sky was so dark that he couldn't see the long sword in his hand at all, he stopped his monotonous movements.

Shaking his somewhat sore wrist, Wang Fan turned around, and suddenly saw a thin figure on the hillside not far away, looking at a thin figure, the sun was dim, Wang Fan couldn't see whether the person was a man or a woman, but there was a sense of certainty in his heart, the person was looking at him.

Without thinking about it, he strode towards the man, and it was only in front of the figure that he could see the man's image clearly.

The man was an old man of about sixty years old, thin and thin, but very straight, his hair was a little gray, and his face was also wrinkled, but under the two long eyebrows, the old man's eyes were extremely sharp, bright as stars in the night sky, and as deep as bottomless lakes.

Wang Fan somehow, he had an inexplicable admiration for this old man in his heart, he stood in front of the old man, bowed slightly.

"Have you just practiced swordsmanship?" the old man's voice was not high, but it smelled of a mixture of majesty and cordiality.

"Yes. Wang Fan nodded. I felt that the old man's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he quickly swept up and down his body, and then nodded slightly.

There was a clear sound of the long sword coming out of the sheath, Wang Fan only saw the old man raise his hand slightly, and the long sword on his waist flew out directly with a clear groan.

Shocked in his heart, Wang Fan subconsciously took two steps back.

Looking at the old man again, he saw that he was holding Wang Fan's long sword in his hand, and his thin body burst out with a fierce momentum so mysteriously. It seems that he not only has a sword in his hand, but his entire body has also fused with the long sword in his hand, becoming a peerless sword with a sharp and unparalleled sharpness.

"Look, that's how the sword works. The thin old man said in a low voice, and then he saw that he was moving.

The speed of swinging the sword was not fast, but the sound of breaking the air was continuous, and the snow-bright long sword, in the blink of an eye, formed a silver sword net in front of the thin old man.