"Han Fan......" Xin'an spoke, his voice trembling, "What the master taught, it won't work here." ”

Han Fan glanced at Xin'an in a daze and was silent.

"Why?" muttered Xin'an.

After a long time, Han Fan finally came back to his senses, he adjusted his emotions, and said with a smile: "Peace of mind, since what the master taught you won't work here, then follow the rules here and kill the other side upside down!"

Xin'an looked at the sunny young man in front of him and nodded.

After returning to the camp, Han Fan went straight to the main camp.

"Boy, what are you doing?" General Nie said in a low voice.

"I ask the general to arrange a sparring partner for me, and in the next death battle, I want to fight. Han Fan said word by word.

General Nie wanted to hit him, but he couldn't help but be a little happy with the unwavering eyes of the young man, this is the look that a qualified soldier should have.

"Good!"

The sparring partner is the veteran who explained the rules to Han Fan and the others, the veteran is called Wei Zheng, who has been at the border for two years and eleven months, and in another month, he can unload his armor and return to the field and enjoy his old age in peace.

"The most important thing in battlefield combat is to kill with one blow, in order to achieve the goal, it is common to exchange injuries for lives, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and no one knows what will happen in the next second, so it must be resolved quickly. The veteran said as he drew a spear from the training ground.

"Come, I'll suppress my strength to a level lower than you. The veteran beckoned.

Han Fan also drew a long sword from the training ground, launched the triple shadow and rushed over.

The veteran looked calm, the spear swept, Han Fan jumped up at the same time along with the two fake bodies, and the three Han Fen slashed towards Wei Zheng at the same time.

The veteran held his spear in his back hand and stabbed Han Fan on the right with the end of his stick.

Han Fan fell to the ground, his chest ached, and he had difficulty breathing, and the two fake bodies also dissipated as Han Fan was hit.

With just one move, Han Fan was defeated, and the veteran still had the kung fu to change the tip of the spear to his hand halfway.

"How did you tell the difference?" Han Fan couldn't help but ask, breathing heavily.

"There are two figures whose movements are exactly the same, so the remaining one with a slight difference from the other two movements must be the real body. Wei Zheng explained.

Han Fan has already cultivated the triple shadow to its fullest, is it useless at all?

He rushed forward again without believing in evil, and after a few times, he found that the veteran could really see the flaws of the triple shadow at a glance.

"Your figure has been cultivated to the fullest, but the greatness of the body method is not the same as your application of spiritual power, your body method has no effect!" Wei Zheng showed no mercy.

Han Fan said that it was false that there was no frustration, but it was more about being happy, and being happy was because others pointed out his own shortcomings, and if he was allowed to study on his own, there might not be such an effect.

Either the three Koreas are absolutely unified, or they are completely different.

Han Fan slowed down, decided not to rely on the triple shadow anymore, and rushed forward with his sword again, using the stabbing sword style in the Quartet Sword Technique.

The veteran didn't flash, and the spear in his hand imitated Han Fan's same stabbing out.

Han Fan suffered the loss of the short weapon, and the repeated failures made him angry, and he didn't even think about it, he only had one thought in his heart, that is, to kill the other party in the fastest way, he held the sword in his right hand, and held the spear in his left hand, stepped forward sideways, the sword style remained unchanged, and pointed directly at Wei Zheng's throat.

Wei Zheng's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation, and his free left hand opened the sword that stabbed him, suddenly let go of the spear, and threw himself into Han Fan's arms, his elbow hit Han Fan's waist, Han Fan was in pain, and his hand holding the sword was a little unstable.

Wei Zheng drilled through the crook of Han Fan's arm, came behind him, struck Han Fan's neck with his side palm, raised his foot and kicked at the back of Han Fan's knee, Han Fan knelt on one knee, his wrist hurt, and the sword in his hand had been snatched away.

"I can't even hold my own weapon well, do you still want to fight and die?" Wei Zheng sneered.

"Okay. Han Fan said deflated.

Wei Zheng was a little puzzled, didn't he still admit defeat before? Why did he suddenly lose his temper.

No, a chill rose in the back of his head made Wei Zheng instantly understand that he had been deceived.

If he was placed on the scene, he could kill Han Fan in an instant, and the attack behind him would be unguarded, but this was just a scramble, Wei Zheng had no time to dodge, and lowered his head and crashed into Han Fan, this is the most troublesome fighting technique in the melee stream, and every part of the body can become a weapon.

Han Fen is a disciple of Confucianism, and what he is best at is, of course, the power of words, Wei Zheng forgot this, Han Fen knew Wei Zheng's strength, and the emerald green lightsaber of the power of words was aimed at Wei Zheng's waist.

Wei Zheng was directly knocked out, tumbling to the ground, spitting blood.

The veteran, who had fought bloodily at the border, was terrified.

Han Fan secretly said badly, the golden Confucian qualifications were too rare, and the master told him several times not to use it lightly unless he had to.

Han Fan looked at Wei Zheng, and Wei Zheng also looked at Han Fan, and for a moment the atmosphere fell into a subtle silence.

"You just ...... Is that a Xuan-level technique?"

"Yes. Han Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there was Jun Yujue's cover-up, otherwise Han Fan wouldn't know what to do.

"Sure enough, it's a disciple of the sect, a baby. Wei Zheng was relieved.

But Han Fan was not relieved, he never expected that his golden text power would be so powerful, not to mention Wei Zheng, even he himself was shocked.

It's no wonder that Wei Zheng was surprised, he was now a second-realm eighth-order cultivator, and he was the highest in the average level of the border army, second only to General Nie.

In the border war, in addition to the most famous battle to the death, there is also the battle of crossing the river, and since the beginning of the second realm, the monk has manipulated the aura to make the body float on the water.

The river crossing battle does not cross the river, but only a melee on the Nai River, and the river crossing battle must be at least once a day, and there is no limit to the level of the melee, and you can go out or retreat at will, and will not be dealt with by military orders.

In Zhulu Academy, since the genius Han Fan went out to practice, he didn't see the vice president.

In the afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, Han Fan witnessed the cruelty of the river crossing battle, and returned to the camp to fight with Wei Zheng even harder, this time the little monk also came, and the little monk just watched from the side, saying that he would not try anything.

Han Fen no longer used the power of words, and at the end of the day, Wei Zheng was surprised to find that Han Fen in the same realm had been able to fight with him.

On the one hand, Han Fan's comprehension is amazing, every move Wei Zheng has used has been remembered by Han Fan, and he thinks about the tricks to deal with in the Quartet Sword Technique, on the other hand, Wei Zheng will be a little unable to let go of his hands and feet, and the fighting technique is used to kill, not to perform and learn.

The little monk's tent was next to Han Fan, only one meter apart, and at night, the little monk came to Han Fan's tent.

"Let's fight to the death tomorrow. The little monk spoke.

"You have also seen the combat strength of these soldiers, I have learned from Senior Wei today, and I also have the means to save my life, you ......" Han Fan hesitated.

"I can. The little monk nodded firmly.

"Well, you can. Han Fan thought about it and agreed, Han Fan guessed that the little monk would definitely have some means to save his life, otherwise he would not joke with his life.

It was late at night, and Han Fan couldn't calm down and cultivate, so he got up and walked out of the camp, pulled out the cold light on his waist, and continued to practice the basic moves in the Quartet Sword Technique.

Han Fan has always relied on his own understanding, thinking that his talent is amazing, and no magic can be difficult for him, it can be seen that he has met some people and found out that talent is talent after all, even if he can cultivate a technique to perfection in three months, he will still be defeated in front of Wei Zheng with one move.

Han Fan himself woke up from this state, began to think of the most basic truths in his previous life, and thought of a sentence:

Talent is such a thing, which should be created by oneself. I'm not a genius either, I just worked harder than anyone else, and I persevered step by step. When I turned around, there was no one behind me, and the lazy people were muttering at the foot of the mountain:

Who called that guy a genius. Are you kidding?

So, Han Fan honestly began to practice the basic moves over and over again, what he had was talent, and what he lacked was perseverance.

The little monk was also unable to settle down, the Buddha said that the four major were empty, and the little monk only felt that his chest was full of emotions now.

He squatted outside the curtain of the camp tent and quietly watched as Han Fan seriously swung sword after sword.

The little monk's physique is special, the abbot of the White Pagoda Temple does not know which kind of physique he is, the little monk is an orphan, was picked up by the abbot and raised, at the age of eight he found that his physique is special, and his self-healing ability is extremely strong, so the abbot taught him to practice and took him to the cultivation world.

The little monk is very talented, especially the terrible intuition injury in battle, it is simply born for fighting, and the monks of the temple privately say that he is the reincarnation of the Buddha who defeated the fight.

The abbot found that the little monk had a fatal weakness, which was caused by congenital defects, and the little monk had a demon living in his heart, which would be stimulated every time he fought, and the little monk's reason would be replaced by anger after being stimulated, and his body was not controlled by himself, regardless of friend or foe.

The monks in the monastery avoided him everywhere, for fear that this little junior brother would suddenly get angry and rush up and beat him to death.

Han Fan was the first person besides the abbot to take the initiative to get close to him, and the little monk was very happy, thinking that if someone dared to hit Han Fan tomorrow, he would flatten that person's chest.

......

The sky was slightly bright, Han Fan got up early, pulled the little monk to change into a military armor, Han Fan hung the cold mang in the armor, and held the fine iron sword in the camp in his hand.

Han Fan asked the little monk to pick a weapon to take advantage of, and the little monk said that the most convenient thing was the fist.

A soldier hurriedly went to the main camp to report: "General Nie, Han Fan and Xin'an are going to prepare to fight to the death." ”

"Okay, let's go help!" General Nie shouted.

"Huh?" the soldier was a little confused.

"Ahh General Nie said impatiently.

Of course, he knew what his subordinates were worried about, but Nie Baisheng knew that the vice president of the Zhulu Academy was Han Fan's protector.

Not to mention the enemy's soldiers, even if their generals came out with a hundred more arms on their bodies, they didn't want to kill Han Fan, as for peace of mind? Nie Baisheng's own cultivation of the first order of the three realms did not dare to guarantee that he could kill him.

"Yesterday's battle, the two of us witnessed it with our own eyes, some people often say, you are shouldering the glory of Chang'an City, in my opinion, you are the most glorious glory of Chang'an City, since I am here, naturally I will not stand by.

Today, I and Xin'an will fight to the death, who will kill the enemy side by side!" Han Fan stood in the clearing, his voice loud.

The little monk is now next to Han Fan, looking at the young man who is shining with confidence next to him, and thinks to himself, this is my big brother Han, how powerful!

Han Fan's words aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers, and the atmosphere in the camp was high for a while.

The eyes of those soldiers began to change when they looked at Han Fan, if at first they looked down on Han Fan, the newcomer and inexperienced vase, then now, they felt that this kid had a kind of hand!

Seven or eight soldiers came forward, befriending their brothers who had died yesterday, and were going for revenge.

"General. ”

"General. ”

General Nie strode over, and the soldiers spoke one after another.

"Good job, go to war!" General Nie waved his hand proudly and took the lead out of the camp.