Chapter 155 Fang Tian and Anderson compete, who wins and who loses?

In the decades before the encounter with the heavens, all the shock and stuff in Sharjah was not as much as it happened in a day now.

No, after reading the teacher's reply, Brother Sharjah was shocked again.

Similar to the time of Fang Tian's previous life, when the family chatted together after dinner in the evening, the adult suddenly came and said: "Child, I won't tell you, in fact, we are the descendants of the Martians." ”

Sharjah was so shocked that it was called a black, lawless, five-body thrower, and a flower in the fog......

Now on the mainland, the demonic arts are withering, and the high-level is scattered?

Great changes in antiquity?

-- If the demonic martial arts withered now, what would it look like when they didn't? The sanctuary was everywhere, and the mage was like a clown? Sharjah found himself completely unable to imagine what the so-called "demonic martial arts prosperous" would look like.

It is said that in ancient times, there were powerful people who could borrow the sun to burn the city and the moon to pour the mountain?

- What the hell is that, God?

In this letter, from beginning to end, there is too much information revealed, and almost every word and sentence that the teacher said shocked Sharjah. So he slowly and carefully read the letter from the beginning to the end in a series of shocks.

And after reading it, the shock in Sharjah's heart not only did not subside, but rose to a higher height.

It's not that I don't understand, it's that the world is changing too fast.

Of course, Brother Sharjah would not have thought of this, but the emotion in his heart at this time was almost exactly the same as what he expressed. -- What Xiaoyou said about "sitting in the well and watching the sky" is simply too TM correct

Shocked for a while, as before, after processing the letter, Sharjah came to the well. He first looked at what Fang Tian wrote on the wall of the well: "Pale yellow as clothes, heaven and earth as sleeves." If you can collect the world in your heart, you can let go of the heaven and the earth. In this way, even if you are confined to one well, you can get a big world. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head again, looked through the well, and looked at the sky.

The words in the teacher's letter seemed to be engraved in his mind and shining in front of his eyes:

"It's just that what makes the teacher puzzled is why the teacher of Xiaoyou, why did he pass on the supreme inheritance of martial artists to Xiaoyou?"

"Looking at Xiaoyou's potion again, there is a shocking guess in the teacher's heart - could it be that above the Holy Domain, there is no distinction between demons and martial arts?"

Sharjah remembered the story Fang Tian had just told today, the story of Yang Xiaoshoe. In it, isn't Yang Xiaoshou a demon who is not divided into martial arts, and the two are initiates?

When he first heard Fang Tian speak, Sha Jia only felt strange and slightly shocked at that time, but now, in front of such a guess from the teacher, he compared it with the story that Fang Tiangang told......

Is there any other explanation other than the Demon Martial Practitioners?

For a while, Sharjah's heart was very chaotic, and he felt that many of his previous understandings had been subverted.

As for what the teacher said in the letter that if he had the opportunity, he would call the little friend a few words or something by the way, and Sharjah gently let it go. - After all, the teacher has never gotten along with Xiaoyou, and even though he affirms Xiaoyou's extraordinary, he still regards Xiaoyou as a thirteen-year-old boy or even a child.

This kid, do you still need him to order?

Mom, what else does this stinky boy look like a thirteen-year-old except for that face? It's almost the same to say he's thirty.

No, thirty years old is far from being able to fight

Sharjah at this time thought very much of the well opposite, and took out the boy who should be beaten, and took him to blow the wind, and it was difficult to calm people without blowing him to the polio he said.

However, listening to the small and long breathing over there, Sharjah shook his head helplessly.

Boy, you're in luck

In the morning, not long after the sky was light, Fang Tian had just withdrawn from meditation, and before he could open his eyes, he heard the sound of clothes blowing in the backyard. - In his magical state, his ears are too sensitive.

Fang Tian could even tell which three people were in the backyard.

- Frank, Batuu, and Anderson who has not moved for 10,000 years.

Batu looked like a violent bear, but he didn't expect him to have a soft spot for plum blossom piles. Watching his big bell-like body wander between the piles, Fang Tian couldn't help but lament for the wooden stakes under his feet.

Fang Tian stood up, kicked forward and kicked, twisted his neck and twisted his buttocks, and then stepped on the middle of the well wall to come to a round of walking in a circle with his body parallel to the ground, and after walking, he turned a few hollow heels in the well, and suddenly felt that the qi and blood in the whole body had been completely mobilized, and then his arms shook, one, two, three, and his toes jumped three points on the well wall, and he was already out of the well. ,

The skating rink and martial arts training ground above are empty, Xiao Berg and the other little ones haven't gotten up yet, and Xiao Loli doesn't get up early every day - this girl also has a little habit of lying in bed.

After finishing the washing, Fang Tian walked through the room and came to the plum blossom pile at the back of the backyard.

Anderson's progress is a miracle, walking on the stake, with the difference in speed, he can even switch styles freely, sometimes the atmosphere is as heroic as Li Shenzhou, sometimes light and ghostly like willows in the wind, just in response to a sentence in Fang Tian's ancient book in his previous life, "An can distinguish that I am male and female." ”

The strength of the peak of the three poles to the fourth level, at this moment, the table is vivid.

Even Fang Tian, who was a magician, looked at it without a position and sighed. Fang Tian thought to himself, if he didn't use magic, the table on the pile would not even be as good as half of Anderson's.

A martial artist is a martial artist after all, and the all-round exercise of the body is far from being comparable to Fang Tian, a pseudo-martial artist who can't even talk about half a tone, he can just toss a few times according to his own needs, and in terms of physical reaction, he is more than eight streets behind Anderson and these people.

"Little brother, it's early" Seeing Fang Tian coming, Frank took the time to say hello.

Anderson beckoned to Fang Tian a little unkindly: "Little brother, you don't use magic, let's compare?"

Cut, you also have the face to say that I don't need magic, I'm just a dish, no, not even a vegetable, at most a vegetable root has the ability to tie up your hands and feet, let's compare?

Of course, this is mental activity. Fang Tian, who was so active in his heart, said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Anderson, your mention is really good, I also wanted to compare with you for a long time, but, when comparing, how about you keep your hands behind your back?"

Anderson thought for a moment and agreed

Frank and Batu were naturally excited when they saw a good show, and Frank, the beast, stretched his neck and shouted, "Guys, there's a good show."

As soon as he had finished saying this, there was a rumbling noise in the rows of rooms in front of him, like an earthquake, and then, in less than a minute, a group of beasts came running in different clothes.

"What's the show?" asked a fellow in the group named Henry, pulling the bull at the top of his voice.

"Hey, the boss and the younger brother compete, running the shelf. Frank laughed like a wolf who had just plagued his flock.

Hearing Frank say this, the crowd all stared, geared up, and leaned forward.

With so many viewers, Fang Tian and Anderson certainly couldn't disappoint them. The two agreed on the game process by dividing five by two, and there were three comparisons in total:

The first item is faster, this one is the easiest, starting from the same point, from the outside around a circle, whoever can return to the original point first, who wins.

The second item is more stable, the two of them are heel on the pile horizontally, that is, to turn the hollow heel to the left and right, who can always turn from the beginning to the end without falling the pile, who wins, of course, if it does not fall at all, the first person wins.

The third item is more difficult than the first two, the two have to run backwards, and they can't walk in a straight line, but they have to walk in an S-shape, and it is stipulated that every time they step on the stake, they must come in the order of low-high-low, that is, when they run backwards, they must also find a way to figure out the stake behind them, and when they step on the stake that is a little higher than the stake, they accidentally step on the low one, then they will lose

Of the three comparisons, the first was proposed by Batu, and was immediately applauded by all the beasts present. The second item was provided by Frank's friendship, and the third item was half proposed by Fang Tian and half supplemented by Anderson.

Fang Tian proposed to walk backwards.

Anderson saw Fang Tian walking upside down, and the one he walked was called a smooth one, of course he couldn't let this kid take advantage of him in vain, so he added a condition to this - he must step on the stake in a certain order.

When Anderson proposed this condition, those beasts all laughed, and then they all looked at Fang Tian and smacked their lips, looking like "Little brother, you are dead".

Fang Tiannu, do you look down on people so much?

Put away your two arms, even if you are a three-pole martial artist, I don't believe that your balance can be compared to where it is, who is afraid of whom

Just as the two of them stood on the two wooden stakes that were only twenty centimeters high, and were about to start the first competition, Frank immediately shouted slowly, and then jumped in front of the two, rubbed his hands, and said, "Boss, little brother, you forgot to bet"

What does it have to do with you, a passer-by, Fang Tian looked at Frank with a cross-eyebrow and a cold gesture, but the beasts who were watching made a fuss.

"Bet"

"Bet"

"Must bet"

"The little brother lost, he wants to get us something to eat"

"You're just a foodie, what's so good about it, little brother, you have to tell us another Monkey King, Yang Xiaoshou is okay"

These beasts, before this game started, it hit my ambition, and the despicable and shameless Fang Tian ignored them, raised his chin at Anderson, and then without saying a word, his body was like electricity, and he jumped out.

What kind of person is Anderson?

A dignified three-pole martial artist, that is definitely not bragging. Fang Tian originally thought that this little scoundrel he was playing could still take a slight advantage, but as soon as he was proud in his heart, he caught a glimpse of a gray shadow flashing over there out of the corner of his eye, and Anderson's bastard was already several positions ahead of him

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