After a while, a simple wooden gun with a length of a few feet was rapidly formed under Wang Yan's hands. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Let's go!"

With that, he held the barrel of the gun in his left hand and the handle of the gun in his right hand, and various moves began to flash in his mind, and the wooden gun and body in his hand also began to move.

Wang Yan's spear was extremely fast, and the spear was like lightning, either stabbing angrily, or whipping, or slashing, or blocking.

After careful reading of the previous hour, he had already memorized the first enemy move of this Fire Dragon Thorn, so he was extremely handy when he cultivated at this moment.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

On the empty grass, Wang Yan's figure kept flashing, and the wooden spear in his hand waved in various ways, and the sound of the spear head piercing the air resounded in mid-air.

He seemed to be tireless, and the wooden spear was waved incessantly, one move after another, and with the passage of time, his momentum increased instead of decreasing, and became more and more powerful.

Soon, an hour passed.

At this moment, Wang Yan let go of his left hand, grasped the handle of the gun with his right hand, took an arrow step under his foot, and his body rushed straight out.

"Whoosh!"

The wooden spear went straight forward, the head of the spear broke through the air, emitting a piercing wind roar, carrying a fierce momentum, like a dragon going out to sea, stabbing at a boulder.

"Bang!"

The spear head trembled, and a reddish blade of air shot out of the spear head, striking the boulder, stabbing it in an instant, and then exploding it with a bang.

"It's so strong!" Wang Yan put away his gun and showed surprise on his face: "Fang Cai is just a move in the first level, it has such power, even more powerful than that star fist, if I can successfully cultivate the last two, how strong will it be?"

Forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, Wang Yan began to continue practicing, and since he had tasted the sweetness, he naturally became more and more diligent in his cultivation below.

With his talent, after the previous half an hour of cultivation, all the moves of the first weight had been completely mastered, and what he had to do now was to attract the fire spiritual power and make it swirl around the head of the spear.

And it is obviously not easy to condense the fire spiritual power into flames in an instant.

Although Wang Yan has the Fire Divine Decision, his cultivation is too low, and it may be possible for him to urge the flames to fight the enemy, but if he condenses the flames out of thin air, it is extremely difficult.

But fortunately, the method of cultivation is marked in the scroll, that is, a quick word, using the extremely fast stabbing of the spear head, so that the fire spiritual power is violent and condenses into flames.

Wang Yan held the wooden gun in his left hand, grabbed the tail of the gun with his right hand, and suddenly exerted force, his right wrist rotated, and the wooden gun produced a rotating force like a swimming dragon swinging its tail, and suddenly stabbed out!

The body of the gun drives the head of the gun to rotate forward at great speed, like an impact drill bit, carrying an extremely powerful momentum.

"Bang!"

The head of the spear was pierced at a point on a boulder called gray essence rock, which was an extremely hard foundation stone, and its height was enough to be indistinguishable from a small mountain.

Although Wang Yan had a wooden spear in his hand, and he had just pierced it completely with his physical strength, he had pierced the boulder out of a thumb-sized hole, and there were spiderweb-like cracks spreading, which showed its strength.

In fact, the most important thing is the previous rotation of the right wrist, which not only has the effect of changing direction to confuse the enemy, it seems to be aimed at the enemy's face, but when it rotates and shoots, the tip of the gun pierces the throat!

It also has the effect of increasing rotational penetration, which is the most important point of this move.

Wang Yan withdrew the head of the spear, and then stabbed out again, the whole process was not even a breath, he exerted force again and again, and the head of the spear continued to pierce the boulder.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Bang! Bang!

The air was drumming, the sound of the gun head hitting the boulder resounded in the air, Wang Yan's eyes condensed, and he stabbed out desperately, and the speed was also increasing rapidly.

In order to get the gun out of the gun at the standard speed on the reels, he had to practice like this, because the stab is the most basic attack method of the spear, and it is also the best way to increase the speed.

Soon, half an hour passed.

In this half an hour, Wang Yan tried his best, the spear in his hand stabbed out almost without pause, his right hand was already very sore, and his whole body was covered with sweat, he had never trained so hard before, but now he was squeezing himself.

"Bang!"

When he stabbed the boulder with all his strength again, the force of the shock made his hand numb, and with a crisp sound, the wooden gun fell to the ground.

Wang Yan was lying on his back on the ground, panting rapidly, sweating all over his body, he was really tired.

A few minutes later, he sat up and looked at the wooden spear not far away, although he wanted to continue, but at the moment he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he still wanted to give up.

Wang Yan raised his head and looked to the side, in the past, Xiong Liu would cultivate with him by his side, and from time to time he would make a voice to motivate himself.

Thinking back to his previous family life, the killing intent in his heart burst out uncontrollably.

"Get up, you can't get tired, you have to do your best!"

Wang Yan stood up and grabbed the wooden spear, and stabbed it out with all his strength again.

"Father, I want to hear your teachings to the child again, even if it is a reprimand, the child will not be annoyed anymore!"

Wang Yan's eyes were red, and he stabbed frantically again and again, and only when he lost it would he realize how precious it was.

And yet at this moment.

A vague snow-white figure with four hooves was staring at Wang Yan, quietly sweeping from not far away.

It was extremely fast, but the sound it triggered was as faint as an ant's song, so that Wang Yan, who was immersed in his memories, didn't notice it at all!

"Hmmm. ”

The snow-white figure jumped slightly, and then quietly landed on top of an ancient tree, and the two blood-red beast eyes were cold, and they continued to stare at Wang Yan.

It has a streamlined body, snow-white, like a white and flawless velvet satin, so that people can't help but want to reach out and caress it.

But if anyone does this, then he will die, because this is a first-order high-level spirit beast, a snow wolf.

Unlike other herd-dwelling wolves, the snow wolf is a solitary spirit animal, and it is more ferocious than ordinary wolf beasts.

Rustling...

The snow wolf swept down from the branches, silently approaching, and it stared carefully at the white-robed boy.

Although he sensed the strength of the young man in front of him, as a hunter, the snow wolf was still extremely cautious.

"Whoosh!"

The snow wolf's body suddenly burst out, and in the eyes of the pair of beasts like blood beads, there was awe-inspiring killing intent.

It was too fast, like a snow-white lightning, even if Wang Yan used the cloud step, I am afraid that he would not be able to catch up.

"Not good!"

Wang Yan, who was rapidly stabbing out the spear, suddenly changed his complexion, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his heart suddenly contracted.

At this moment, he felt the danger of death.

Wang Yan didn't have time to turn back, he suddenly rushed forward, regardless of the defense, and directly poked the wooden gun in his hand back!

Although it was only a wooden spear, Wang Yan's poke was also infinitely powerful, and ordinary first-order spirit beasts were really powerless to resist.

But the strength of this snow wolf is comparable to that of a monk at the peak of the sevenfold forging body, and among the first-order spirit beasts, he is also an existence standing at the top.

The snow wolf's claws slapped on the oncoming gun, slammed down the gun, and with the help of the rebound force, his body rushed to Wang Yan's back, and then grabbed it fiercely.

Suddenly, a terrifying impact hit Wang Yan's body, causing him to fly forward uncontrollably.

"Bang!"

When the snow wolf's claws slapped on the barrel of the gun, the wooden gun in Wang Yan's hand also took advantage of the situation, and after a rapid loop, it instantly whipped the body of the snow wolf that could not dodge in mid-air.

With a bang, the snow wolf's body also smashed into the ground, rapidly cutting a long deep scar on the ground.

And when Wang Yan's whole person fell to the ground, his body made a few rolls, unloading the majestic force.

He quickly got up, holding a wooden gun and glaring at the snow wolf in the distance, the pain in his back made his body vibrate, and then he couldn't help but a mouthful of blood poured up his throat.

"Poof. ”

Spit out the blood in his mouth, Wang Yan's teeth were dyed bright red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the snow wolf.