Fang Xun'an was very scared now, and his sixth sense of the boy chicken told him that if he really passed, it would definitely not be a good thing.

Fang Xun'an hid in a corner, looking at the book in the middle and shivering.

"This is obviously in my mind, why am I so humble!" Fang Xun'an wanted to cry, but couldn't.

It's okay to have a demon brother who shares the world of consciousness with himself, and even in his mind, there is a book in control, you say, what is this called!

Fang Xun'an now especially wanted to rush over, pointing to the book and teaching it a lesson: "Please figure out your own positioning, this is my mind, without my permission, you are not allowed to mess around." ”

But he didn't dare, since this book could trap itself in this place, then it might have some other means, and if he accidentally provoked it, there would definitely be no good fruit to eat.

The book that was quietly suspended in the middle, seeing that Fang Xun'an hadn't come over for so long, began to shine one by one, as if urging Fang Xun'an to come over quickly, don't linger there.

Regarding the information transmitted by this book, Fang Xun'an can be said to understand it in seconds, but he has always been cautious (cowardly), so he did not run over immediately, but took a tentative step forward.

After seeing that the book was silent, he took another step forward cautiously.

After Fang Xun'an confirmed that there was no danger, he ran to the book.

When Fang Xun'an came over, the book no longer continued to shine in a flash, but slowly opened.

Fang Xun'an has seen this scene several times, isn't this just to fill in a new exercise for himself, so why are you doing such a big battle, I almost didn't scare myself to death.

Fang Xun'an pointed to the book that began to turn the pages automatically, and said angrily: "Tell me about you, if you want to give the exercises, just say it, I will come over without saying a word, why do you want to lock me up, I thought you were trying to trouble me." ”

After Fang Xun'an babbled on and on after saying this, he thought of a question, that is, where did the next exercise come from.

Judging from past experience, he could only obtain exercises from those very powerful things, such as legendary plants, god-level medicine gardens, and strange soils.

But Fang Xun'an clearly remembered that he had fainted, and it was still a place called Jian Yuan outside, so he couldn't think of how he could think of where his own exercise came from.

But at this time, the "Flower of the World Cultivation Handbook" has turned to the latest page.

Seeing this, Fang Xun'an didn't bother to continue to think so much, and now he was more concerned about what his new technique was.

"Aggressive, aggressive, it must be aggressive, I beg you!" Fang Xun'an closed his eyes and folded his hands in prayer at the blank page.

His cultivation has already been raised, and what he lacks most now is offensive means.

Fang Xun'an's attack-type technique, although the power and effect were very good, but because it needed a cooldown, Fang Xun'an turned into an ornamental flower with no attack power after using it.

And because the attack method is too simple, no matter who Fang Xun'an encounters, as long as it is a war, he can only use that exercise.

If the other party finds out the details of Fang Xun'an, then in the process of fighting, he only needs to delay the time, anyway, as soon as Fang Xun'an's practice time comes, he will become a useless little flower.

Therefore, Fang Xun'an hoped that this exercise would be a relatively normal offensive exercise, so that he would have the ability to continue fighting.

A man's explosiveness is important, but durability can't be left behind, if you want to do it, you have to be a hexagonal warrior!

However, the way this exercise appeared seemed to be a little different from the previous ones.

There was no light that could blind Fang Xun'an's dog eyes, and there were no strange words, Fang Xun'an opened his eyes, only to see that there was still nothing on the blank page, just faintly glowing.

Book: Do you think I gave it? Hey~, I haven't given it yet!

"A false shot?" Fang Xun'an looked around the book and found nothing unusual.

Fang Xun'an was a little displeased: You either give it or you don't give it, now that you have done so much foreplay, I have started to wait for the result, but you told me that there is no more except foreplay, isn't this a joke!

Fang Xun'an slapped a few times on this blank page, and said: "Hey, are you out of order, the shelf in front is so sufficient, how can it get stuck in the most critical place!"

This action has always been the most common and effective way for humans to repair various objects.

The computer is broken? Just take a picture.

The TV is broken? Just take a picture.

The child is broken, and it's good to hit it.

So after Fang Xun'an slapped it a few times, the book that seemed to be stuck finally made another move.

I saw that the light from the blank page was getting bigger and bigger, as if something was about to come out of it.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Fang Xun'an saw that the changes in this book had started again, and he immediately became excited.

According to past experience, the next step is to appear that blind dog's eye.

Fang Xun'an closed his eyes very consciously, and after feeling that the time was almost up, he opened his eyes, wanting to see what his new exercises were.

After Fang Xun'an opened his eyes, the words that should have been filled but his entire mind did not appear, only a sword floated above the book.

Fang Xun'an: ???

"What is this, why is it a sword this time?"

Fang Xun'an didn't believe in evil, and stood in place and waited for a while, but there was still no information related to the exercises.

"Where's my exercise?" Fang Xun'an immediately became anxious, this was finally able to prostitute a technique for nothing, why was it suddenly gone!

At this time, his eyes locked on the sword: "Could it be that this sword is my exercise this time?"

As soon as he thought of the exercises, Fang Xun'an's courage grew, and he leaned in front of the sword and reached out to take it down.

However, due to the problem of height, Fang Xun'an had enough for a long time, but he couldn't touch the sword, which aroused his strange competitiveness.

"Hey, I don't believe it, I can't even touch your sword today. ”

Fang Xun'an did a set of radio gymnastics to warm up, and then climbed up the book, and when he looked up, he found that the tip of the sword was pointing directly at his bud.

Seeing this, Fang Xun'an silently shifted his position, then squatted on the page, arched his body and stared at the sword.