Chapter 431: The autumn wind blows, and the war drums beat

After finishing speaking, Fang Tian turned his gaze to the only third-level martial artist in the field, that is, Owen.

Owen's two large hands unconsciously clasped together in front of him.

He felt his heart pounding heavily and violently, pounding!

And with the beating of his heart, it seemed that there was a stream of hot blood rushing straight to the top of his head uncontrollably, and at this moment, Owen felt his scalp tingle, and his whole body was trembling slightly. The rush of hot blood in his body seemed to be too intense, so intense that he actually had a feeling that he couldn't stand on his feet.

This was, of course, just an illusion, and in fact, he was standing firmly on the ground.

It's just that the whole body seems to be in a fever.

In fact, everyone in the field now feels the same.

Especially the three old men such as Nan Jin, their emotional excitement at this moment may still be above Owen. - Just now, the first-level martial artist, Xiaoyou promised them the position of the fourth-level, and the second-level martial artist, Xiaoyou promised them the position of the sixth-level. Now, it's the turn of a third-level martial artist, and Xiaoyou will ...... again

The emotions are so agitated that they can't even think about it smoothly.

Even if it's thinking about such a simple question, it couldn't be simpler.

Just, is the question really simple?

Not only the Third Elder of Nanjin, but also the Archmage Sailer, also felt a little palpitation, anxious for Fang Tian's next words.

Fang Tian didn't let them wait long, he turned his gaze to Owen and then spoke.

"Uncle Owen. Fang Tian still said lightly.

But that's what it's called. It made the hearts of everyone present beat violently, and Owen shook each other's hands. The knuckles are a little whitish.

"Uncle Owen," Fang Tian said again. Then he finally said without any pause: "You are the only third-level martial artist in this training, and there is no martial artist of the same level compared to you, so your difficulty is a little greater." ”

Speaking of this, Fang Tian turned his gaze to Anderson, glanced at it, and then turned back. "Uncle Owen, you're here to challenge Uncle Anderson, okay?"

Owen didn't speak, just nodded heavily.

In fact. At this time, he probably couldn't speak at all.

"You're the first person I've called Uncle since I came here. Speaking of this, feeling that the atmosphere in the field was too solemn, Fang Tian smiled slightly, and then said: "Besides, you are the head of Fenglin, and I am still a member of the group." So, I also have a gift that I would like to give to you. This time. If you can challenge Uncle Anderson ......"

"Someday, if I can get to that point, well, I hope I can get to that point. ”

After saying this somewhat ambiguous and inexplicable sentence, Fang Tian continued: "Then, in this exercise, Uncle Owen, if you can surpass Uncle Anderson once, I will send you to the seventh level." If you can do it more than twice. I'll send you up to level eight. If you can go more than three times, I will send you up to level nine. If you can do more than five times...... In the future, as long as you have that ability, I promise that I will do my best to create further opportunities for you. ”

Quiet!

Quiet!

Quiet!

After Fang Tian finished saying this, there was no other word to describe in the field except for the word "quiet".

At this time, everyone in the field has become completely numb and has lost the ability to think.

"Uncle Anderson. Fang Tian turned his gaze to Anderson.

Anderson was shocked, came back to his senses, and when he wanted to say something, he found that his jaw was so stiff that he couldn't even open his mouth.

"Uncle Anderson, in this workout, your opponent is Uncle Owen. Fang Tian said lightly, "If you can always be ahead and not be surpassed, I will reserve a ninth-level for you." If you are more than once, I will give you an eighth level. If you are more than twice, I will give you a level seven. If you are more than three times, you will only have a level six. If you have been ...... more than five times Well, I'm sorry, you didn't have a reward for this workout. ”...,

Anderson's eyes were on Irving.

And Irving's eyes have long been on Anderson.

The two of them looked at each other, and their minds were difficult to understand.

In fact, at this moment, everyone's eyes were also focused on the two of them, and the same thoughts were also difficult to understand.

The next moment, Fang Tian said again: "Uncle Owen, Uncle Anderson, I have a sentence here, called 'The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road', here, I take out this sentence and give it to the two of you at the same time." I also have a saying here, which is called 'Heroes are not judged by success or failure'. No matter who wins or loses, as long as you are brave, then I admire you. My gift is a gift for the brave, and I don't want it to be in the hands of the vulgar. ”

After saying this, Fang Tian paused, and then said, "I think, you two, you should understand what I mean by this?"

"Little brother, I understand!" Owen faced Fang Tian with a fist. The neatness and vigor of that movement already had the flavor of Fang Tian's military salute in his previous life.

"Little brother, I understand!" said Anderson solemnly.

At this point, the eyes of the two intersected again, and the complex and incomprehensible meaning had all disappeared, and all that was left was the burning spirit of the raging fighting spirit, burning in their respective eyes and hearts.

Fang Tian nodded, but then turned his gaze to Grote.

"Little brother!" Grote clenched his fists just like Owen and Anderson just now.

Fang Tian turned his gaze to the three elders of Nanjin again.

This glance is very important.

Whether or not there is such an gaze, whether to see or not to see, at this time, determines many things.

The third elder of Nanjin, who seemed to vaguely understand something, was also a fist, and then the thin old man Nanjin said in a deep voice to Fang Tian: "Xiaoyou, we three old men also want to participate in the end, and we will never quit halfway!"

Fang Tian nodded, and said to Grote and Nanjin Sanlao at the same time: "This exercise plan is just a small idea of mine. The four of you, one is my eldest brother, and the third is my senior, and they are all great masters. Your participation has added a lot to my plan. Of course, I also have a small gift for you. Of course, it may be delayed, and it may not necessarily be fulfilled in the end, and I hope you can understand this. All I can say is that I try. ”

Grote and Nanjin Sanlao both nodded, and there was no surprise in Fang Tian's words.

Even Thaler nodded slightly.

Seeing their expression, Fang Tian then said to Grote: "Brother Grote, in this workout, your goal is to be the first. If you can always be first, then I will give you the same gift as Uncle Owen. If you lose once, you'll only have level nine to take. My requirements are not too harsh, are they?"

Grote smiled proudly.

"Three old men. Fang Tian said to Nanjin San Lao again, "Your goal is to surpass Big Brother Grote. The three of you are a team, and if any one of you wins, the group wins. If you want to surpass Big Brother Grit once, I will help you all break through level six in the future, if possible. If it is more than seven times, I hope that in the future, I will be able to see you, go up to the ninth level. ”

Hearing Fang Tian's words, the three old men all nodded silently.

Then the three old men, all with their eyes slanted at Grote.

Grote cared, and simply folded his hands.

In an instant, the thick invisible fire of war was already burning. (To be continued)