Ye Feng couldn't remember what happened last night at all, so he heard Ye Tiannan say with a smile:

"Feng'er, grandpa was supposed to let you rest for a few days, but now you are different, don't be lazy, come on, come on, from today onwards, you will cultivate the martial arts of our Ye family's own sect well. ”

"Ye Feng, you have to learn by heart...... In the future, I will also come to supervise your ......"

Somehow, Ye Zhiyang said half to Ye Feng, but his face was slightly red.

"Sister Zhiyang, are you okay?"

"I ...... I'll prepare breakfast for you......" After speaking, Ye Zhiyang couldn't stay any longer, and ran away.

And at this time, Ye Feng finally saw his master clearly.

Coincidentally, on the dart master's order, the avatar displayed at the same moment was exactly the same as the big man behind Ye Tiannan who was smiling at him.

"Hey, hey. Don't be lazy, I won't be polite to you!"

Sun Yang touched his oily hair that he hadn't washed for a few days, and looked at Ye Feng with great joy.

Holy!

Ordinary dart masters, is it really so frustrated?

It turned out to be his own person Sun Yang?

I really didn't get rid of the curse of the fate of Africans!

"Di! The dart team system is officially opened, and it has a dart master: Sun Yang. ”

Level: 21 (Ordinary Martial Artist)

Attack: 400

Speed value: 40

Health: 1200

Friendship: 40 (Friendly)

Cultivation exercises: Ye's knife method, flying flowers and leaf steps

"Ordinary martial artist?!"

Ye Feng looked at the introduction of the qualifications of the dart master on the interface, and his heart was full of bad points.

According to his current combat strength, an ordinary martial artist is only a matter of three bricks.

Grandpa chose from a thousand times, and he actually gave himself such a master, it's too pitiful, right?!

"Okay, Feng'er, you can study hard with Master. ”

Ye Tiannan looked at Sun Yang and Ye Feng with satisfaction.

His grandson, starting today, is finally on the right path!

After saying that, the old man left.

Ye Feng looked at Ye Tiannan's back, and his heart was like a green grassland galloping with thousands of horses.

Sun Yang can't even beat the traitor Song Changqing, what can he teach him?

Sun Yang looked at Ye Feng, remembering the momentum of his throwing and flying yesterday, and his heart felt a little empty.

But after thinking about it, the martial arts qualifications of the young dart head, the head of the dart head has personally appraised it, and he is simply a scumbag!

He didn't know the reputation of Ye Feng's flying brick technique, but one thing was certain, he was still qualified to teach Ye the martial arts of his own sect, otherwise he would not have been personally ordered by the head of the dart.

"Ahem, young darthead, I have a few words to emphasize before class. ”

Sun Yang took two steps behind his back with his hands behind his back before continuing.

"Since you have already said that you want to change your face and become a new person, then follow me to learn martial arts, you must put away your previous laziness and inertia, and study carefully, so that you can be worthy of Wu Darttou and those dead brothers. ”

After Sun Yang finished speaking, his eyes moved, and he secretly glanced at the young dart.

Ye Feng glanced at Sun Yang up and down, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips.

"Sun Darthead, let's have a fight first. ”

"No, no, no, you're the treasure of our dart bureau now, I can't hurt you!"

Sun Yang took two steps back, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally injure Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's black line was like a waterfall, he took two steps forward, and looked at him with a smile:

"I mean, let's have a discussion first, you see my level, whether I am qualified to be your apprentice, and I will also see if you can teach me something. ”

"This ...... All right. ”

Sun Yang reluctantly agreed.

In fact, after Ye Feng performed the Flying Brick Magic Skill yesterday, he has always been very curious.

In his opinion, Ye Feng's ability to defeat Song Changqing was completely the success of the initial sneak attack, destroying Song Changqing's combat power, and he was not afraid to face it head-on.

Seeing that he agreed, Ye Feng didn't look back, and walked to the middle of the courtyard first.

"Bricks!"

Before the words fell, a bright red brick was already in Ye Feng's hand.

Sun Yang took out the goose ring knife of Mr. Wu's dart head and waved it backhand.

Zheng!

The blade flashed with a cold light.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you when I click on it. ”

"Huh. ”

Ye Feng didn't say a word, he directly threw out the brick in his hand, and the brick drew an arc of red light in mid-air, which was much faster than the previous speed.

Sun Yang swung his long knife and slashed head-on.

Bang!

The bricks were shattered and scattered.

But Sun Yang was shocked and took more than a dozen steps back, his face was covered with red bricks, and his expression was stunned.

It was obviously just an ordinary brick, but after throwing it over, it sank so violently that it almost cracked his mouth.

This is a small dart...... So scary?!

Before he could figure out a taste, another piece was thrown over.

Bang!

No way!

Less dart, we're fighting!!

Sun Yang rolled sideways, narrowly dodging, and the bricks grazed past his head, cutting off a strand of his hair.

"Damn, Lao Tzu has less hair, can you pay attention to the lack of dart!"

Sun Yang was so angry that he couldn't help but be rude.

Ye Feng threw a brick in his hand, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Just these two moments, when I am my master, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult, right?"

"I'm going to convince you today!"

Sun Yang was provoked by him, and he no longer had scruples, and held the knife in a posture.

Sou!

Another flash of red light.

Half an hour later, strange swishing sounds and thuds could be heard in the yard.

and the scolding voice of the dart head Sun Yang yelling:

"Damn, little darthead, how many fucking bricks do you have!"

"Young dart, stop for a moment, we are fighting, not playing with life!"

"Ouch, Nima, Lao Tzu's head is not made of iron!"

......

Sun Yang was smashed for half an hour in a row, and although most of the bricks were dodged or chopped by him, many of them were still thrown on him, making him embarrassed.

"Shao Dart, I have the heart to let you, you have to mean it, my first day as a master, my wailing was all over the courtyard, and I didn't have the face to see people when it came out......"

"Don't ink, while you haven't opened the scoop on your head, hurry up and divide it!"

Ye Feng swept the bricks in his hand.

He is the one who doesn't use all his strength at all, otherwise if he flies bricks with all his hands, even Song Changqing is not an opponent, let alone Sun Yang.

He wants to learn from Sun Yang, on the one hand, he naturally wants to let the other party retreat, and he also wants to exercise himself more in actual combat, especially when he clearly knows that his flying brick technique has a fatal weakness, that is, he can't get close.

And now he just wants to confirm this in Sun Yang.

On the other side, Sun Yang's eyes were red from being stimulated by Ye Feng's words, and he roared:

"In that case, then I have to use my nirvana!"

As soon as the words fell, he slashed the ground with his footsteps, and with a few taps, his figure suddenly changed into a few double images, making people confused about the reality and the void.

Then, with a whoosh!

Before Ye Feng could see anything clearly, Sun Yang had already rushed in front of him and slashed at Ye Feng's head with a knife.

One finger, just one finger, Ye Feng's head was cut in half.

"Less darthead, you've lost. Sun Yang withdrew his long knife, and his old face covered with brick foam was triumphant.