“...... It is that this person's spirit can be completely in line with the will in the statue, and there is no need for any adjustment, cooperation and transformation, he is the cultivator who is naturally the most suitable for this school of exercises, for other schools may be just an ordinary student, but for our sect he is the most perfect cultivator, an unprecedented genius!"

Valen said firmly.

Rosalind's eyes widened and she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and there was a hint of surprise on the faces of Prague and Lynch, who had been calm.

"Teacher...... Isn't this just theoretical? For hundreds of years, there has never been a disciple with such a gift. Rosalind questioned hesitantly.

"It is true that there has never been, it was originally just a conjecture about the limit of human talent put forward by countless martial arts masters, which can only be infinitely close, but it can never be reached. But do you remember the vision that Dio caused? Even the manifestation of fighting spirit that only a martial artist can use, Prague, you can use fighting spirit to manifest, so how do you feel?"

Prague was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "The little junior brother is indeed the embodiment of the fighting spirit, although it is only the embodiment of the residual will of the statue, but he has personally experienced this feeling and has no obstacles to advancing to the rank of martial artist in the future, and such a genius can only be explained by this reason." ”

Since even Prague said so, neither Lynch nor Rosalind doubted Dior's talent.

Dio listened silently on the side, knowing that these were all for him, while eliminating the possible estrangement between the brothers in advance, and on the other hand, he expressed to Dio that the martial arts hall valued him.

It's just that he listened to it so much, and felt that some parts were different from what Curator Valen said. Valen was talking about the perfect fit of his statue's residual will, but in that illusion, he felt that the statue's residual will was surrendering to him, and it was the statue's residual will that unilaterally cooperated with his spirit.

But he wasn't going to say this, the result was the same anyway, and he was indeed a genius, but not just a genius of the Gray Scale Gate, he was also a super genius in other genres. His muscular control ability can make his body perfectly evolve towards the most suitable state for a certain exercise, and he can even perfectly replicate the physical state of the founder of the exercise, or even better, with the help of the Book of Initiation, he can theoretically practice any exercise to reach the most perfect peak.

"Okay, although Dio has just started, the rules of trying his hand still have to be followed, even if Prague is injured, which of you two will come first? ”

Valen said with a smile, his gaze constantly roaming over the faces of the three disciples.

"I can't do it, my boxing skills can't be controlled, and it's easy to hurt the junior brother before he reaches a certain level. Lynch shook his head and ruled himself out first.

Valen nodded in agreement, "Indeed, your fist technique is a real-combat killing secret technique, and it is not suitable for ordinary combat before you can control it freely, Rosalind, just come on." ”

"Well, I'll come first. Originally, Rosalind was a little eager to try, but there was a teacher and two senior brothers, so she was embarrassed to speak first, but now that the teacher has named her, she is not welcome.

She tightened her gray gown, walked to the open space in the middle of the hall, and gestured to Dior.

Dio had visited his master in his previous life, and knew that this was a very common rule among martial artists, and when he first worshipped his disciples, he had to fight with his senior brothers and sisters, and test his strength in time, on the other hand, he also let himself see the strength of his senior brothers and sisters, and have an intuitive impression.

Martial arts are not spoken, but actually played, and one qiē speaks with strength.

Dio took off his shirt and walked to the center of the hall in his vest, standing opposite the fourth senior sister.

Seeing the solid muscles on Dior's body, Rosalind whistled, "Little junior brother, your body is training very well, so let's attack first." ”

Dio put on a standard fighting stance, grinned after hearing his senior sister's words, and launched an attack unceremoniously, "Okay, I'm here." ”

As soon as the words fell, he took a stride, and his right fist hit the side of Rosalind's neck, the movement was fast and smooth, but it was safe and did not lose its center of gravity, taking into account the subsequent transition of offensive and defensive postures, and could be adjusted accordingly according to Rosalind's reaction at any time.

Syllable!

Rosalind didn't dodge, just raised her left arm and blocked in front of Dior's fist, teasing with a smile on her face: "Your basic skills are very good, very solid." ”

The moment the fist collided with Rosalind's arm, a trace of something was wrong suddenly flashed in my heart, and then I felt that the feeling of hitting it was like encountering a slippery loach, and I involuntarily slid to the side.

Fortunately, Dior had already had a warning in advance, and the power in his hand was unloaded in time, controlling the center of gravity, and while retreating, he slapped out with his left palm, and hit the back of Rosalinde's palm silently, slapping it away.

"Hey, your reaction is so fast?" Rosalind was startled, her feet did not stop, she took a step forward to keep up with the retreating Dio, her hands hit her from all angles, and for a while Dior's vision was full of Rosalind's light and fast hand shadow.

Bang Bang Bang ......

There were a series of blows, most of them the impact of Dio's hands constantly parrying, but there were many more that could not be blocked and hit him, and for a moment his figure faltered, as if he was about to be crushed by Rosalind's swift and dense attack.

"It's strange, the little junior brother hasn't learned the disc style, why is it okay to be beaten so much?" Bragg stood up a little strangely, Although Rosalind didn't use all her strength, the little junior brother was able to block the most dangerous attacks very accurately, and other attacks that hit him were also blocked by him with the thickest part of the muscle layer, and even when it hit the body, those muscles would automatically unload the power, so that the remaining strength was not enough to penetrate the muscle layer, which was already very similar to the disc style of our sect, this talent was no longer simple speed and judgment, but a kind of wild instinct. ”

"That's nature. Valen smirked: "Not only that, but if you look closely, this is not just a talent. ”

At this time, Lynch said slowly: "The teacher is right, the posture of the little junior brother has begun to change, and it has begun to change according to the attack of the junior sister, and it has already formed the prototype of our basic posture, which is not just a talent, but an unconscious but like an adjustment of experience, it can only be said that he seems to be born with the exercises of the sect." ”

"Not that he was born with it. Varun shook his head and said: "This is his true talent, when he is in perfect harmony with the will of the ancestors, he is also fed back into the original thoughts in the will of the ancestors, that is countless understandings of the exercises of our school, although he doesn't know it now, but once he cultivates or fights, the body will react naturally, just like there are countless teachers who are very familiar with the exercises to guide him, so his cultivation will be very fast." You should have a similar feeling when you cultivate, but it's far less abundant and powerful than his. ”

"I see, I see. Prague's face calmed down, "It seems that the cultivation plan for the junior disciple is about to be revised." ”

"Therefore in my absence, take care of him and teach him everything that you should teach. Valen nodded.

"I will, teacher. ”

At this time, Lynch laughed hesitantly: "The little junior sister has underestimated the enemy, and she is going to lose face." ”

At this time, on the field, Dio was pressed back by Rosalind, but he was still constantly hit in the body, although it was only a pain, but it still made his anger start to climb up, and he was depressed.

His dynamic vision can keep up with Rosalind's speed, but his body's reaction is a little unable to keep up, but fortunately, his body seems to be inexplicably familiar with Rosalind's attacks, and will always react instinctively at the most critical time, and it is very effective.

By now, he had fully believed in that instinctive reaction, and he saw hope for a comeback here.

Bang!

The fists and palms of the two slammed together.

Dio immediately felt the power being directed to the side again, but he was already prepared, and his arms, wrists, and fists spun violently, and he himself staggered a few steps, but the power on his fists had turned into a very penetrating whirlwind, bouncing off the guiding force from Rosalind like a spinning top.

Rosalind has always held the mentality of the game, and the attack is also very easy, originally very confident that Dior's punch will still be led away by her plate, and then she can continue to suppress this new junior brother with continuous attacks, so that he can understand the weight of the word senior sister. Unexpectedly, Dio suddenly grabbed a small gap in her, and also used a completely different way of power, so that she was caught off guard and ate all the power of this punch, not only kicking back a few steps, but also interrupting the original offensive.

Seeing this, Dior perked up, and quickly stepped forward, taking advantage of the situation to pursue Rosalind, ready to vent the depression in front of him.

But at this moment, Rosalind's hand lightly grabbed Dior's wrist, and her body floated up like catkins, and then turned back in reverse, and actually drilled under Dior's left armpit, circled around Dior's back for half a circle, and then burst out of his right shoulder.

Dior felt like a snake coiled on his body, slippery and greasy, and then before he could react, it was a whirlwind, and the whole person fell backwards on the carpet, and when he came back to his senses, he felt a hot feeling on the side of his neck, and his eyes were dark, it turned out that Rosalind had coiled around his body, holding his temples with both hands, and pressing two index fingers in front of his eyes, and her mouth was close to his throat, which looked very ambiguous, but he had no doubt that Rosalind could tear his throat and gouge out his eyes if necessary。