Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 92: God of Cultivation

How could he know,

Ye An was stunned,

Although there was no close contact, he could judge the power of Mu Xiaoye's large-scale attack by the opponent's injuries.

Generally speaking, the larger the attack range, the more dispersed the power, and the lethality is definitely not as good as the concentrated one.

Just like a grenade, the core point of the explosion is definitely the strongest, and the farther away, the smaller the power, but

Mu Xiaoye's attack is not like this,

The damage in the center is the same as the damage at the edge!

This is the power of the world-destroying fire!

The raging fire on the battlefield!

The larger the range, the happier I am, and the damage will not decrease at all!

This guy...

Usually he is stupid and has a bad temper. I have always heard that he is very strong.

But I didn't say he was so strong!

He can kill the whole map with one click at any time.

This is an absolute beast!

The most important thing is.

The explosive power that everyone usually talks about is the output within a few seconds of one or two hits.

But this guy exploded for twenty minutes in a row,

After the last earth-shattering volcanic eruption, he did not look very tired, and he was far from reaching his limit.

"Do you think you can beat him?" Ye An suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Tianlian.

Fang Tianlian's eyes trembled.

This kind of earth-shattering attack can only be used when out of control.

How could Mu Xiaoye do it with just a flick of his finger?

He is the same age as me?

Same realm?

Are you kidding me!

But Fang Tianlian said very stubbornly: "Slow, he is too slow!"

"Who will win, we will know after the fight!"

"Although his performance is a bit exaggerated, but the opponent is not infinite level, which does not mean anything."

As he was talking, Fang Tianlian suddenly stopped talking, lowered his head, and seemed a little embarrassed.

After waking up this morning, he thought a lot.

He practiced hard for six years, but lost the first battle after returning.

My father was also trampled to death like an ant.

This shows that I have no self-knowledge, I am not as strong as I imagined, and some things may not belong to me at all.

Looking at Mu Xiaoye again today, even such a person has never said that he wants to reach the top of the contemporary world,

Then what is his foundation?

After his brother came back, he told himself that the first step to becoming a strong man is to recognize himself and put down his self-esteem.

But this kind of thing is too difficult for an eighteen-year-old boy.

In order to take this step.

He used up all his strength and sighed, "I should not be able to beat him."

Hearing this answer, Ye An was a little surprised.

He turned his head and looked.

There were some subtle changes on Fang Tianlian's face.

Before, he was sharp and sharp.

Now this sword is gradually sheathed, and it seems that it will not be easily unsheathed in the future.

As the loser of the Super League Division Finals, he should have competed with the losers of the other three war zones for the 5,678th place.

But he chose to abstain.

Fang Lao Ba's life officially began.

However, because he had sworn before that if he lost, he would no longer be surnamed Fang.

So later in the human world, the three words Fang Tianlian were no longer familiar to people.

He only had a sword that could ride the wind and waves, and everyone called him Lao Ba.

The movie ended.

Fang Tianlian suddenly asked: "Ye An, why did you choose to save me at that time?"

"Is this question important?" Ye An said casually.

"It's very important." Fang Tianlian said seriously: "I don't know if you have ever thought that things would turn out like this."

"My brother and I surrendered to the lineage of the Grand Marshal. My father took out the surrender letter and would cause trouble for Ye Wu Ce."

Ye An shook his head and said: "How is it possible.

" "It was only a few seconds, I couldn't think too much."

"I just think you shouldn't die."

"Really?" Fang Tianlian murmured.

Ye An explained calmly: "You left the demon clan when you were twelve years old and became a hostage."

"The peace between humans and demons is all because of your contribution."

"You have an honor on your shoulders. I even think that if we make a list of the geniuses who have made the greatest contribution to the human race, you should be at the top of the list."

"Don't you think so?"

Ye An glanced at Fang Tianlian.

His eyes were slightly red, and he laughed at himself and said, "It turns out that someone really cares about this."

After a pause, Fang Tianlian stood up and said seriously, "Thank you."

Ye An was about to nod in agreement.

Suddenly!

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Fang Tianlian slapped himself three times without hesitation, and his cheek bled directly, without holding back.

After slapping, he put his hands together, knelt down, and bowed heavily to Ye An.

"For saving my life, Fang Tianlian has no way to repay it, and can only redeem it with his body."

Ye An was dumbfounded.

"You don't have to do this." Fang Tianlian lowered his head and said, "No, I remember what I said at that time." "I have insulted your relatives." "All this is what I have to do." "From now on, I will be your bodyguard, always by your side." Ye An said lightly: "Okay, I actually need your help with one thing." "Please tell me." Ye An said, "In the battle, I actually asked you to feed me a move." "What?" Fang Tianlian looked up with a confused face.

His self-esteem was hit hard again!

At that time, the reason why Ye An didn't take advantage of the victory to kill him was actually this?

He was not fighting, but practicing!

I was just a tool for his practice!

No, I have no self-esteem!

Fang Tianlian could only say this to himself to feel more comfortable.

Then.

Fang Tianlian asked Ye An to take him to training.

But soon he was at a loss.

Because he didn't go out to any training venue to exercise.

He was directly pulled into the dreamland by Ye An.

In the spiritual world.

An ancient martial arts arena, full of spring colors, and even the occasional chirping of birds, made Fang Tianlian stunned for a moment.

He touched the floor and took two deep breaths.

There was a feeling, a taste, and it was extremely clear.

"Isn't this too real?"

Ye An smiled and said, "The speed of time here is one tenth of that outside."

"So maybe when we finish practicing, it will be lunch time."

"Come on."

Fang Tianlian nodded quickly.

The two began to fight.

He knew that he could not beat Ye An no matter what, so he did not hold back at all.

Feng Jianliu was growing stronger unconsciously in the dream.

Ye An's skill runes were also gradually solidifying, and the colors were becoming brighter and brighter.

The progress was about 85%, and there was only 15% left to complete the practice.

After a day and a night, Fang Tianlian was exhausted.

Ye An's progress increased by 2%, reaching 87%.

At this rate, it should be completely condensed before the semi-finals in fifteen days.

The two exited the dream.

Fang Tianlian was a little confused and didn't react for a while. He was still sitting on the sofa in the theater.

Stand up and walk out the door.

It was bright outside, and the sun was shining.

He had practiced inside for twenty-four hours.

It was only more than two hours outside, and it was already noon. It was time for lunch.

"Damn." Fang Tianlian couldn't help but be shocked.

This is too powerful!

He threw out a wind sword directly, which was more powerful than the one condensed before!

He said he was feeding Ye An with moves, but Ye An was stronger, so he also had a lot of new insights.

One day and one night of practice made him stronger.

But only two hours had passed outside.

Just two hours!

Under normal circumstances, what can be done in two hours?

But with the help of Meng, two hours became one day.

Others do one day, but he does ten days.

From the age of twelve to eighteen.

We practiced for six years.

Ye An practiced for sixty years!

If we can defeat him, it would be a miracle!

He knew Meng's ability before, but he didn't care much. He thought, so what if it's ten times slower? It can't be used to break through the realm, at most it can be used to practice some skills,

this was his previous thought.

But after he used this ability and felt the benefits of this talent,

he suddenly realized that Meng was an abnormal talent that was underestimated by everyone.

What dream.

He should be called the god of practice.

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