Ning Fan hurriedly ran into the bedroom and found that the rabbit had already woken up and was looking at him with big eyes. The rabbit fell asleep yesterday when he came out of the hospital, and the rabbit was still asleep when he went out in the morning, and now it seems that the rabbit may have woken up while doing the problem and has been lying down now.

The rabbit was lying quietly, and as soon as he saw Ning Fan, he struggled to sit up, because it was covered with bandages, it looked very bulky, and it shook for a long time and didn't sit up. Seeing this, Ning Fan hurriedly walked over and helped it up, and the elder of the medical hall said that the bandage could be removed today. Ning Fan removed the bandages on the rabbit's body and found that the wounds on the rabbit's body had grown, and new hair had grown in the original bare place, holding the rabbit in his arms and touching its long ears, Ning Fan was indescribably excited in his heart, and when he was looked at by those soul beasts with contemptuous eyes at the soul beast selection ceremony, he felt indescribable anger and helplessness in his heart, although he finally chose the rabbit, but like everyone else, he did not look at the rabbit and thought that his life was going to end, but he did not expect the rabbit to give himself a big surprise. The Sun Moon Tiger, who overcame the quality of silver with the quality of dark iron, gave himself a big surprise.

"Rabbit, we all have to work hard, we must stand on the top of this world and make those who once looked down on us tremble deeply." Ning Fan hugged the rabbit and said firmly.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, Ning Fan came to the photo studio with a rabbit in his arms. This two-storey photo studio is the most important place for Ning Jiabao to take care of, and Ning Fan has a creepy feeling all the way, and he doesn't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at him in the shadows. Standing in front of the vermilion gate is even more painful. When the door opened automatically, Ning Fan had a feeling that he wanted to turn around and run away. He trembled and walked through the door and looked around, intending to find someone to ask how to get the method.

"Little doll, the photo studio is not a place to play, leave quickly." A sudden sound frightened Ning Fan almost jumped up, and when he looked closely, he found that there was a thin old man standing at the door, he should have been hiding in the dark just now Ning Fan didn't find it.

Seeing that Ning Fan just looked at himself and didn't speak, the old man's brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to make a move. At this time, Ning Fan also felt the old man's anger and hurriedly said: "Hello, I am Ning Fan, and the castle master asked me to choose a book of mental methods." After speaking, he hurriedly took out Ning Feng's token.

I saw a flash of black light in Ning Fan's hand, and the token had already arrived in the old man's hand.

"Hmm, Ning Feng's token, um~, go ahead, the first floor is the heart method below the silver level, and the second floor is the heart method above the gold level, I suggest you choose a Xuantie level heart method, as for the second floor, don't go, okay, I'll come out after I shout after I choose, go now." After the old man finished speaking, he threw the token to Ning Fan, and by the time Ning Fan took the token with all his hands, the old man had disappeared.

Ning Fan packed the token and walked to the first floor, the old man was right, he really didn't need to go to the second floor at this stage, and it was already very good to be able to cultivate the silver-level mental method well in his current situation.

Although the first floor is below the silver level, there are many types of mental methods, which are divided into two categories by melee combat and long-range attack, and each category is classified by the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. In melee combat, there are more metal mental methods such as knives, swords, axes, and halberds, followed by wooden attribute mental methods such as sticks. In the long-range attack, the bow fire attribute is the most, followed by the qin, xiao, flute and other wood-attribute musical instruments, and in addition to this, there are long-range weapons such as rattan whips.

Ning Fan turned around three times on the first floor and didn't think about which mental method he wanted to use, he originally valued the melee mental method the most, but unfortunately the melee weapons had to kill the enemy in close combat, he felt that melee combat was too insecure, so he gave up, and later planned to rest the bow mental method, but he found that the bow weapon was very passive after being close and planned to give up. In his hesitation, he had already turned around the first floor three times, and seeing that the sun was about to go down, Ning Fan gritted his teeth and drew this silver-level bow type heart method "Fire Bow" and planned to leave. After calling out the old guard at the door to register, he hurriedly left the photo studio, the reason why he ran so fast was because he was afraid that he would regret it for a while. When he returned to the courtyard where he lived, he hurriedly finished the dinner brought by the servant, and lay down in bed all night without saying a word.

Early the next morning, he went to the hall with the rabbit in his arms and waited for his father's arrival. When Ning Fan tied the rabbit's ears together for the thirty-sixth time, Ning Feng was late.

When Ning Feng entered the door, he saw Ning Fan sitting on a chair looking at himself, coughing all his life, walking to the tea table, taking the fragrant tea sent by Ning Fan and taking a sip before asking, "Is it okay to choose the mental method?"

"Elected, father". Ning Fan put down the teapot and hurriedly took out the method he had chosen yesterday.

"Hmm~ 'Flaming Bow' silver-level long-range attack method, yes, there is vision, the bow is the best in the long-range weapons, with flexible mobility, the rabbit in your arms is in front of you when fighting, and you secretly put cold arrows in the back, well, a good choice, in line with your timid and afraid of death." Ning Feng looked at the heart and said with a sneer.

"No, father, I didn't choose to attack because I was afraid of death." Ning Fan said excitedly

"Oh, isn't it because I'm afraid of death?" Ning Feng was still sneering, but there was more hope in his eyes.

"No, I thought about melee, but in the end I found that melee is not for me, melee is the kind of wide-open, blood-boiling battle, my character decides that I will not do this, and the long-range attack is not just hiding behind and putting cold arrows, the long-range attack needs a calm brain, always pay attention to the development of the situation and formulate a strategy, I think I am the one who makes the strategy on the battlefield." Ning Fan said calmly.

"Well~ I have an idea, worthy of being my son of Ning Feng, I only know that slashing with a knife is a battle that only barbarians can fight, yes, since I have such an idea, then start learning the heart method in the morning and refining physical fitness in the afternoon from today, a good strategist must not only have a smart brain, but also have a strong body." Ning Feng patted Ning Fan's shoulder and said with a laugh.

Ning Fan frowned with a headache, his physical fitness was a short board in his previous life, as an otaku who couldn't carry his shoulders and couldn't lift his hands, refining his physical fitness would definitely kill him, in fact, he was not as great as he said, he chose to attack from a distance to see that the physical requirements of the long-range attack were low, how could there be any ideas such as decision-making, in fact, Ning Feng was right, Ning Fan chose a bow and arrow to secretly put cold arrows in the back, when Ning Feng said that sentence, Ning Fan was frightened, and the fierce argument was actually to demonstrate his weakness, but he didn't expect that he still didn't mix it up, Ning Feng still found out。

Ning Feng didn't care how depressed Ning Fan was, after throwing the 'Fire Bow' mental method to Ning Fan, he made a pot of tea and tasted it slowly. Ning Fan didn't say anything when he caught the mental method, said more unintentionally, sat on the ground and slowly cultivated the mental method. Unconsciously, the morning passed like this, this morning Ning Feng drank three pots of tea, Ning Fan ran the mental method for 36 weeks, and was already familiar with the trajectory of the mental method. At noon, father and son went to the cafeteria to eat together. After lunch, go back to your room for a nap.

Half an hour later, the father and son came to the martial arts arena. The martial arts arena in Ningjiabao is very large, as big as the football field of the previous generation, the martial arts arena is square, and there are wooden stakes and sandbags placed at the east end. The west head is a variety of weapons. The plum blossom pile at the south end, and the gate at the north end. Now Ning Fan is standing at the east end of the martial arts arena and looking at a set of sandbags thrown by Ning Feng on the ground, a sandbag weighs four catties visually, although Ning Fan has never used sandbags in his previous life, but he still touched it when he was in school, so he can still see the weight of the sandbags. The martial arts arena itself is not small, and now with sandbags tied, Ning Fan feels that he will be reimbursed for running three laps at most.

"In the afternoon, your course is running, there are four pounds of sandbags on the ground, tie them, and run ten laps before eating, and the afternoon course will be over, if you can't finish running, don't think about dinner, when will you finish running and when will you eat." Ning Fan was still in a daze, and Ning Feng had already released the afternoon's homework.

"Don't tie up the sandbag and run, what are you still grinding, waiting for the sun to go down, by the way, you rabbit has to exercise too." Ning Feng saw that Ning Fan didn't react for a long time, so he roared again, and took the rabbit in his arms away by the way.

Ning Fan saw that he couldn't hide, so he slowly tied sandbags and ran around the martial arts arena. Here, Ning Feng watched Ning Fan start running, and then walked to the edge of a big pit with a rabbit in one hand and a teapot in the other. When Ning Feng walked to the edge of the pit, he threw the rabbit into it, and said to the rabbit: "Little rabbit, if you don't want to become a roast rabbit at night, it's best to jump out of this pit for me a hundred times from now on, and when your master finishes running, if you don't jump enough, then wait to become a roasted rabbit." After speaking, he sat on the ground, conjured a teacup like a trick, poured tea and drank it slowly.

Ning Feng drank tea refreshingly, and the rabbit in the dirt pit was frightened, and it felt that Ning Feng really wanted to turn it into a roast rabbit when he said that he was roasting a rabbit, so the poor rabbit struggled to jump in the dirt pit. The pit was not deep, it was close to two meters in height, but the rabbit couldn't jump out no matter how much it jumped, and every time it was infinitely close to the ground and finally fell back.

Not to mention the poor rabbit for the time being, Ning Fan is dying when he runs here, he originally thought that he could still hold on for three or four laps, but he didn't expect that after running a lap after hitting the sandbag, his steps would be heavy, and he was already tired and half dead after the second lap, and the third lap was to run with a belt, and the fourth lap was basically left. By the time he had completed ten laps, he felt that he was no longer his own. At this time, it was already sunset.

Ning Feng walked to Ning Fan, who was lying on the ground like a dead pig, stretched out his foot and kicked it and said: "Your body is too weak, I really don't know how you have lived in the past few years since I was not at home, you have a fat body, you ran ten laps and walked eight laps, go back at night and rub this on your calves until you feel hot." After that, he threw Ning Fan a palm-sized box.

"Your rabbit is still in the pit, if you don't want it to die, catch it up quickly." Ning Feng's voice came from afar.

Hearing Ning Feng's words, Ning Fan struggled to get up and ran to the edge of the dirt pit and shouted, "Rabbit, rabbit, do you hear me?"

"Woo, woo" The rabbit jumped into the pit all afternoon, and now he is tired and can only whine.

Ning Fan took off his belt and threw it into the pit, and it took a long time to pull the rabbit up.

A man and a rabbit lay on the ground, gasping for air. After resting for a long time, one older and one younger, struggled to get up, staggered out of the martial arts arena.

Time passed, three years have passed, and I saw a young man bow in his left hand and a string in his right hand on the martial arts field, the string was full, and his fingers were loose, and a red light flew to the target in the distance. The shadow of fire was heavy, and a gray shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, and the young man buckled the bowstring one by one red light flew towards the gray shadow, and in an instant, the light came, and the shadow disappeared. A puff of stone dust drifted down in the wind.

The stone powder boy who slapped off his body approached the rabbit who threw the stone not far away, picked up the rabbit and turned around and walked out of the martial arts field.

This young man is none other than Ning Fan, since his father took him to start cultivating three years ago, he has been practicing the heart method every morning and the body method in the afternoon. Three years later, Ning Fan has changed from the little fat man he used to be a little thin man, well, in fact, thin is only relative to before, and now he can only be described as strong, at the age of 13, he is one meter five tall and weighs 100 pounds.

Today, he has completed 5 practice shooting targets and 100 stones, and is ready to go back to eat. As soon as he walked out of the martial arts arena, he saw Uncle Ning, the housekeeper of the family, panting and puffing.

"Uncle Ning, slow down, what's so flustered." Ning Fan took two steps forward and supported the crumbling housekeeper.

"Alas, I'm old, I can't run a few steps, little master, the master informs you to go to the hall quickly, there is an urgent matter to announce, and there are also young master Chen and Miss Jing, they are also going to go, young master, go quickly." The housekeeper gasped and told Ning Fan the news that Ning Fan was feeling bad.

Since he was promoted to the fifth grade of bronze two years ago, his father no longer came to the martial arts arena every day to watch him, and he only needed to summarize the results of this week's cultivation to him every week. Now that he suddenly informed himself to go to the hall again, Ning Fan always felt hairy, which was also helpless. This father of his looks amiable, but in fact, he is particularly black-bellied, and the methods of the whole person are one after another. Ning Fan, who has been tortured by Ning Feng for three years, is called a dead and alive. Now Ning Fan's back is cold when he mentions Ning Fenglai, and there is no way, it causes a psychological shadow.

Ning Fan walked into the hall in a nervous mood, and found that Ning Chen of the eldest uncle's family and the quiet few people of the third uncle's family had already arrived, and they were all standing respectfully in the center of the hall at this time, and their black-bellied father was slowly tasting a bowl of tea. Seeing this, Ning Fan hurriedly stood at the end of the line.

Ning Feng raised his eyelids and glanced at Ning Fan, who was belated, and said with a light cough: "Everyone is together, then let's get down to business, yesterday I received news from the imperial capital, the triennial enrollment of Star Dou Academy has begun, and all soul masters who are 13 to 16 years old and have a soul power of bronze five or more can sign up for the admission exam of Star Dou Academy." At present, the people who meet the age of Ningjiabao are here, and your soul power level will be reported in turn below."

"Ning Chen, Soul Power Bronze Eight Grades". Ning Chen said first.

"Tranquility, Soul Power Bronze Six Pins". Tranquility followed.

"Ning Jie Fu, Soul Power Bronze Four Grades". A slightly chubby boy.

"Ning Jiexiu, soul power bronze six products". A girl with freckles on her face.

"Ning Jieming, soul power bronze four grades". A tall, thin boy.

"Ning Jieben, Soul Power Bronze Seven Grades" A sturdy boy.

"Ning Jieli, Soul Power Bronze Eight Pins" is a beautiful girl.

"Ning Fan, Soul Power Bronze Seven Grades" After Ning Fan finished speaking, he suddenly felt several pairs of eyes fall on his body. Especially Ning Chen looked at Ning Fan with a surprised face, three years ago Ning Fan was still a waste of bronze first-grade, and after three years, it was already a bronze seven-grade and only one grade short of himself, don't look at Ning Jieben, Ning Jieli and the two of them have a seven-grade and an eight-grade one, but these two people are 15 years old this year, and they have an advantage in age compared to others, so it is normal for the grade to be higher, Ning Chen himself will not say it, he was rated as the child with the best qualifications that year when he awakened, and it is not surprising that he has been promoted to three grades in three years, and Ning Fan's progress rate of three consecutive grades is very surprising。 Relatively speaking, the calmest is Ning Feng, Ning Fan's three years of hard cultivation Ning Feng is the most clear, in fact, Ning Feng is still a little dissatisfied, Ning Feng thinks that Ning Fan should be above the eighth grade, and now the seventh grade Ning Feng thinks it is still a little low.

No matter how surprised others were, Ning Fan teased the rabbit in his arms after he finished reporting, in fact, it was not that he was unkind, but that three years of hard cultivation had made him forget how to communicate with these people. They usually practice in the square, only Ning Fan cultivates in the martial arts arena, and in layman's terms, Ning Fan is out of touch with them.

"I don't think I need much of the importance of being admitted to the Star Dou Academy, those who pass the conditions will still have to practice diligently in the future, and the bronze four grades will work hard to cultivate after they go back, and next month, that is, the eleventh day of July, will be the day to set off for the imperial capital, and then I will arrange for people to protect you all the way to the imperial capital." The twentieth of next month is the day when the registration for Star Dou Academy begins, okay, everything that has to be said is finished, go back and practice hard, don't embarrass Ningjiabao when the time comes, now, let's disperse."

Everyone respectfully saluted Ning Feng and walked out of the hall in turn. Ning Fan hid in the crowd and walked towards the door. Then.

"Ning Fan, stay" Ning Feng called.

Ning Fan reluctantly stayed in a group of envious eyes.

"Stinky boy, I didn't see that everyone else was going crazy with jealousy, but you had an expression of eating poison." After everyone went out, Ning Feng changed his usual upright and serious appearance, and kicked Ning Fan's ass with his feet.

"Dad, are you so blatant about opening a small stove, aren't you afraid of being sued to the elders?" Ning Fan said as he dodged Ning Feng's kick.

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu's son, Lao Tzu teaches them what to do, there is a kind of their own heir, don't envy others if you don't have that ability. It's you, why are you still Qipin, have you been lazy lately, come and let me test it." Ning Feng pounced on Ning Fan as he spoke.

"Oh, don't, Mom, Daddy is bullying me again." Ning Fan screamed and dodged around.

The old housekeeper shook his head with a wry smile in the courtyard, this father and son are really superb.