In the morning, when Lin Fan came out of the room, he found that Han Song was already standing at his door.

He remembered that the other party had told him this time that it was very difficult for those who did not pass the assessment to come to the martial arts hall again to listen to the class.

"Haha, Brother Lin, it was thanks to you last time, otherwise I don't know when I will be able to come here again to listen to the class!"

Han Song thanked Lin Fan with his hand, which made Lin Fan a little stunned.

I don't seem to have done anything in the past few days, right?

Seeing Lin Fan's appearance, Han Song smiled even more happily.

He explained in a low voice as he pulled Lin Fan in the direction of the martial arts hall, as if he was afraid that Lin Fan would be slow and late.

After this guy's explanation, Lin Fan knew that the last time Feng Le asked him to take him through the procedures for being promoted to a C-level apprentice, it was considered to have delayed this guy's class.

Feng Le spoke two days ago, saying that he was making up for Han Song, and some people in the province said that he was unfair.

"This Fengle is not very rigid...... Lin Fan muttered in his mouth, and then took a step forward and kept up with Han Song in front.

Originally, he was like Feng Le, but he always felt that when that guy was talking to him, there was a strong vigilance in his eyes.

He had already sealed his strength, and with a Martial Emperor-level person on the other side, it would be impossible for him to break through the seal of the system.

Therefore, this inexplicable vigilance is very problematic, if the other party is not a martial arts teacher, Lin Fan feels that he has something to do with the guy who was killed by himself a hundred miles outside the city.

When they came to the Martial Arts Hall, there were only three or two people here, and these people all showed disdainful expressions when they saw Han Song.

It seems that these people are quite disgusted with the apprentices who did not pass the assessment and came to skip classes, so they alienated Lin Fan together.

Some people wanted to talk to Lin Fan, but when they saw Han Song sitting next to Lin Fan, they all stopped.

Lin Fan's face darkened a little when he looked at this scene, Made, Han Song's guy is really poisonous, he didn't say a word, is this considered to be classified as an unfriendly person?

However, Han Song, as the party concerned, did not stay away from Lin Fan's consciousness at all, and looking at that posture, he was planning to rely on Lin Fan's side.

A moment later. Feng Le strode in and glanced under the ring.

When he saw Lin Fan, he deliberately stopped for a few breaths, Lin Fan raised his head slightly, and just as he glanced at each other.

This made Lin Fan sure again that the other party was paying attention to himself, and he was particularly concerned.

"Could it be that I'm too glaring, and this guy thinks of me as an unborn genius?"

When Feng Le's gaze retracted, Lin Fan touched his chin, and then put the matter aside for now.

No matter why the other party paid attention to him, he didn't regard it as a threat, even if Feng Le was the teacher of the martial arts.

Soon, he focused on Feng Le's schoolwork, hoping that the other party would bring him some surprises.

The classwork of the C-level apprentice still has a large number of martial arts foundations, but the focus is more inclined to the understanding of the exercises.

In Feng Le's words, when a set of exercises is created, it must contain the creator's various ideas and understanding of martial arts.

Lin Fan felt very agreed, just like himself, he had been here for more than half a year, and he had barely created a few sets of martial artist-level exercises.

"The realm and the perception of martial arts are the necessary conditions for creating higher-level exercises, and practice is the only way to test the power of the exercises created. If you want to enter the higher-level apprentice martial arts hall, then fight more and hone more!"

After Feng Le spoke for more than an hour, he distributed the people in the entire lecture hall in pairs, and let them go to the boxing ring in groups and use the exercises they created to compete.

This is not just a competition, there is also Feng Le, a Martial Emperor-level teacher, who is on the side, from time to time to say the defects of the exercises created by everyone, and then tell them how to make up for it.

Although Lin Fan didn't like Feng Le's eyes to look at him, he liked this teaching method very much.

A few days ago, Peng Yan pointed out to himself, which made him feel a lot.

If Feng Le could give himself some more detailed advice, I believe he could create a martial sect-level exercise in the shortest possible time.

After Lin Fan and Han Song got into the ring in a group, they used the sorted boxing method, and Han Song was also a set of boxing methods, which was on par with Lin Fan's boxing methods.

Of course, this was the result of Lin Fan's deliberate restraint, after all, using the power of his body alone was enough to crush Han Song, a martial sect, into scum.

Feng Le looked at it for a while, and then waved his hand to interrupt Lin Fan and Han Song's discussion.

Lin Fan looked at the other party to see what advice the other party gave him.

"Flashy, fist intent, I just know what can be done by blindly imitating?"

Feng Le looked at Han Song first, his tone was very harsh, and even if Han Song had any flaws in his movements, he pointed it out.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's impression of Feng Le in his heart improved slightly, this guy still has a little bit of the demeanor of a teacher, and people like Han Song who have not passed the assessment teach so seriously.

In the real world, it is estimated that Han Song's fate is to be called to the office all day long, and the most common words he hears are: "Don't affect other people's learning!"

"Yes, the teacher taught him!" Han Song lowered his head, and when Feng Le finished training, he hurriedly said that he would definitely work harder.

Seeing Han Song retreat, Lin Fan immediately took a step forward.

The set of boxing techniques he used just now was corrected by Peng Yan, although Peng Yan only watched it once, and the drill was corrected, and the before and after did not add up to more than half an hour, but it was also a famous expert's guidance.

He felt that as long as Feng Le could point out some more flaws to himself, and he repaired and rested a little, this set of exercises would almost be able to be promoted to the level of Martial Sect.

Now, it's just a glimmer of enlightenment.

Feng Le glanced at Lin Fan, then shook his head slightly, and there was some disappointment in his eyes.

Then he came to his lecture position and said to everyone: "That's all for today's class, after everyone goes back, they can go to the martial arts training ground according to the group to learn from each other, and find out the shortcomings of each other's exercises." ”

Hearing this, Lin Fan was immediately unhappy.

Nima: Oh, is this aimed at yourself? Everyone has commented and pointed out, and when you get here, you will leave the class?

Although Lin Fan also gained some in this class, it was not enough to satisfy him, he felt that he was like a guy who did not pass the assessment and missed the class, and Han Song was more like Feng Le's favorite apprentice.

If he didn't want to continue to learn some martial arts here, Lin Fan really wanted to point at Feng Le and yell: "Teacher, don't leave after school!"

(End of chapter)