Yes, the students who studied alchemy have all mixed here, and they don't even let go of Fan Lang in the kendo class.

Such an unhealthy atmosphere must not be fostered!

Otherwise, no matter what class Fan Lang lectures, someone will come to him to ask about the pill and deviate from the right track.

Fan Lang looked at the person who asked him, and found that it was the honest girl who kindly reminded him in class, and said lightly: "This is a kendo course, not an alchemy course." ”

The girl knew that she was speechless, her little face turned red, apologized, and stopped talking.

Boom!

Fan Lang drew his sword out of the sheath, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, the sword body trembled, the cold light flickered on it, and above the faint dragon groan, a cyan dragon shadow flew above the sword body.

He held the sword in his hand, and he felt as one with it, as if the sword was an organ of his, like an arm.

"This class is about kendo practice, and I will select some students to fight against me and then guide them. Others should also gain something in the process. Class is coming soon, so if you want to fight me, you can prepare. Fan Lang said.

A restless student asked, "Tutor, how many students do you think you can beat?"

"A swordsman, with a sharp heart, must have the arrogance of being invincible in a high place, and have the confidence to sweep the world with a sword. If you want to attack me in groups, with the help of other people's strength, you will not believe in your own sword, which is not advisable. Don't forget, this is just a classroom competition, not a battle of life and death, what are you afraid of?"

Fan Lang looked at the student who asked the question, and made a high-pitched remark, pointing directly at the swordsman's heart, and the student who said it was speechless.

Some guys wanted to join forces to deal with Fan Lang, but now they can't say such things.

In fact, even if they join forces and come up ten or eight, they are not opponents at all, and the difference in strength is too big.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The class bell rings.

"See the Mentor!"

The students clasped their fists with both hands, held their long swords behind their backs, pointed their swords at the ground, and saluted Fan Lang together.

Fan Lang nodded and said, "If you want to fight with me, raise your hand." ”

Swish!

Almost everyone raised their hands.

This kind of one-on-one guidance is a very valuable opportunity, whoever goes up will take advantage, of course, there are also some people who want to go up and defeat Fan Lang.

Among them, many of them are old students, who are very confident in their own strength, and they are not convinced by Fan Lang, a guy who became a mentor at the beginning.

Not everyone has seen the strong battle between Fan Lang and Meng Feilei, and they don't know enough about Fan Lang's strength.

Fan Lang glanced around, picking people with strong breath to choose.

"You, come out. ”

Fan Lang pointed to the crowd, and a beam of light appeared above the head of one of them, becoming the lucky one.

This person is a Xuan Emperor, and he is close to the Xuan Emperor, and his aura is the most powerful among all the students, and there are four thousand acupuncture points on his body.

"Thank you, Mentor Chengful. ”

This person held the sword and came out of the crowd, his black hair was scattered, his strength surged from his body, the power belt on his body danced vigorously, and he held a heavy sword in his hand, the sword body was pitch black, heavier than the majestic mountain, and the sound of a wild bull roaring.

Fan Lang spent many days grinding his guns in battle, so that his alchemy level soared, and he had eaten more than a dozen cheats alone, so he had the confidence to teach alchemy.

As for swordsmanship, his self-confidence is stronger, and his level is higher, even if he is a Xuanhuang swordsman, he can also give advice.

The man with a heavy sword in his hand came to Fan Lang's approach, and the two sides met their eyes, extremely serious. He struck a sword starter, holding the sword with both hands, holding it flat on the left side of his cheek, the blade at eye level, and his feet in front of him.

Fan Lang immediately raised his sword in response, and also put on a starting pose, his left hand behind him, his right hand holding the sword, his arm straight, and the blade of the sword pointing to the sky.

The man's eyes flickered, and his starting style was restrained!

The confrontation has already begun from now on, and the difference in starting styles is enough to create a subtle gap.

The man's movement changed, changing to holding the sword with one hand, pressing down on the body, pressing the ground with one hand empty, making a sprinting motion, holding the sword diagonally behind him with his right hand, ready to go.

Fan Lang responded, stretched out the dragon scale sword, and aimed the tip of the sword at the man's face, revealing his edge.

This is again a form of restraint.

The man has already changed two starting styles and can't change them anymore.

Again and again, again and again, again and again.

Changing the starting hand too much will cause the sword to be damaged.

The man who emitted a thunderbolt and shouted loudly, and took out his sword strongly, forming a black bull around his body, and the tip of the sword was the tip of the horns.

The earth was shaken, and the man rushed to Fan Lang's approach, the sound of a cow mooing sounded, and he attacked Fan Lang with a sword, and even the space was shaken.

Fan Lang unloaded his strength with his strength, and the sword body was attached to the opponent's sword body, shaking slightly, and his feet moved downward, which seemed to be an understatement.

The man's feet were unstable, his body staggered, and the force of the landslide in his hand was pinned down to the ground. He hurriedly gathered his momentum and paused, changed his move to attack Fan Lang again, and as a result, the previous scene was repeated, and his sword move was dissolved again.

After repeating this seven times, Fan Lang's palm turned into a dragon claw, and he used his local change ability, grabbed the heavy sword of the man, and forcibly imprisoned it.

"That's it. Fan Lang said.

The man's fighting spirit did not disappear, and he twitched the heavy sword hard, but the result did not move at all, and Fan Lang's palm seemed to be welded on the heavy sword.

"I said yes. Fan Langlong's claws exerted force, clinking and clamming, and the shock made the man's mouth crack.

The man stopped at this time, there was unwillingness, and there was also some surprise, Fan Lang's strong strength was beyond his expectations, completely suppressed him, invincible, more terrible than Emperor Xuan, like a sword mountain, making people look up and stop.

Just being strong is not enough to be convincing.

Fan Lang let go of his hand and said, "You have three problems. ”

"First, your swordsmanship is more than arrogant, your dexterity is insufficient, and you lack a little aura. This is your nature, you can't change it, instead of changing, it's better to use your strengths and avoid weaknesses, take the sword to the extreme, and specialize in pursuing brutal swordsmanship, and reduce ten times with one force. ”

"Second, you are too angry, and the pericardial meridian is blocked, which should be the drawbacks of the exercises you have learned, and you will use the 'Gentian Tongmai Dan' to regulate it in the future. ”

"Third, you are naturally powerful with your left hand, and the strength of your left hand is actually greater than the strength of your right hand, so you might as well shift the center of gravity of your swordsmanship and change it to your left hand. Or practice some special means on the left hand, and attack the enemy unprepared at critical moments. ”

Fan Lang said three questions in a row, each of which was to the point, and the head of what he said was the Tao.

Solving these three problems can really improve the strength of men.

At this moment, the man was really convinced, and his eyes glowed with excitement, as if he had seen an exit in the maze.

The man said gratefully, "Thank you for the teaching!"

"Let's go down. Replace the next person. Fan Lang waved his hand, and then selected the next object.

The honest girl's head lit up and startled her.

"Me?" asked the honest girl, pointing at herself, her eyes wide.

"That's right, it's you. Fan Lang affirmed.