"Education? I had no one to take care of me since I was a child, and I lived like a dog for the first half of my life. Where did I get my education? However, Zhang Jiaoxi has a weird ability, and it is said that he has amazing skills, which makes me feel itchy. Specially at this time You, don’t let me down!”
After a strange scream, a figure suddenly jumped out from the dark corner of the road. His body is stooped and thin, and his voice sounds like he is a bit older. Since he calls himself "old man", he is assumed to be an old man. But there was a mask on his face, so he couldn't see his exact appearance.
But what the old man said was very interesting. He doesn't mind at all if others say he is uneducated. According to his words, "There are people who give birth to children but no one cares for them." Naturally, there is no education at all.
And it also made it clear that it was because of Zhang Yan's weird abilities. So there is no talk of any hatred or resentment.
"You guys step back." Zhang Yan opened the folding fan in his hand and told Wang Nian and Liu Rui to step back. Since there is no hatred or resentment, the probability of affecting the two little children is very small. So he didn't let the two babies run away. On the other hand, I was also worried that letting the baby run away would irritate the masked old man in front of me, so as not to embarrass the two babies with any excited behavior.
"Tsk, tsk, you're on the right track. Don't worry, if I accidentally beat you to death, these two kids and I won't make things difficult for them." The old man's words were full of arrogance. It gives people an evil feeling.
After saying that, the old man's figure was like a rushing cheetah, and he crossed the ten-foot distance in the blink of an eye. The two strange-shaped hook-like weapons in his hands drew a twisted trajectory towards the left and right. Zhang Yan attacked from above and below.
What kind of martial arts is this? Or combat skills? The trajectory of this weapon can be so strange? The key is that the speed can still be so fast? !
Zhang Yan did not choose to dodge as soon as he came up. The Bu Forgetting Fan in his hand swung in his hand, turned around, raised a black and white circle, and stayed in the air like a large shield.
"Try to see if your methods are as effective as your mouth!" Zhang Yan shook his fan hand forward, and the black and white shield spun and rushed forward. In an instant, he collided with the opponent's head.
"boom!"
The scattered energy lifted up the stone tiles in a radius of two to three feet, and then flew backwards for another three to five feet before landing. The crackling sound made the two little children in the distance scream, and finally Wang Nian dragged Liu Rui and hid at the corner of the street. Behind a corner. The two pairs of big eyes were bulging, staring intently through the moonlight at the magical fighting scene in front of them that had never appeared in their dreams.
"Hey, what kind of power is this? It's not vitality, nor is it the evil power of the Spirit Clan. Zhang Jiaoxi, you are really hard to see through!"
The old man's first blow was blocked. But he was not angry. Instead, he laughed. He kept moving and his speed increased again. He circled around Zhang Yan looking for an opportunity to take action. It was even difficult to distinguish his figure in the night with the naked eye.
This person is not simple! Zhang Yan knew in his heart that although this masked old man came strangely, his strength was the most powerful among the warriors he had encountered in the Desolate Heaven Realm so far. Even more than Director Liu Renchuan of Langyuan City Jiangwu Academy.
It is certain that he will be in the late Duanshan realm, and he must be the kind of strong person who is top-notch in the late Duanshan realm.
Just now, the aura shield that Zhang Yan used to stir up with the Don't Forget the Root Fan was the Liangyi Shield. It followed the path of the cycle of heaven and earth, and had a very strong effect of dissolving and distributing force. Although he blocked the opponent in the end, he was also chopped into pieces by the opponent's blow.
In addition, the speed of the movement technique of the opponent in front of him is infinitely close to the speed of escape technique, which places extremely high requirements on the strength of the physical body.
Zhang Yan guessed that the opponent's physical body was already similar to a low-grade magic weapon. Whenever he gets punched or kicked by the opponent, big trouble may happen.
This made Zhang Yan couldn't help but think of the scenes described in the interesting essays he read in the tower in Wanxiang Zhuli when physical cultivators and martial arts cultivators and Shinto cultivators fought against each other.
On the one hand, he must rely on his powerful body as a support to bully his opponent at close range and deliver a fatal blow; on the other hand, he must use his own spells and means to distance himself and fight while spending time.
Of course, although warriors and physical cultivators look alike, there are many differences. Far less difficult to deal with than a physical cultivator. At least as far as Zhang Yan's current feelings are concerned, he doesn't feel that it is very difficult.
Flying Technique, a technique for physical movement at short distances and at low altitudes, is particularly wind-based. The wind method, like the thunder method, is based on the wood attribute in the five elements method. It is also the type of Five Elements technique that Zhang Yan has practiced the most.
Compared with the air control technique, the flying technique is more flexible and does not need to rely on magic weapons, but the height it can fly is limited. Generally, ten feet above the ground is considered the limit. Any higher than that, it will be difficult to control stably due to wind turbulence. It is also a common method used by monks to move at low altitude and high speed in a small area.
With the flying technique, Zhang Yan's feet left the ground, and the whirlwind of the five elements supported him tossing and turning like a monkey to avoid all the opponent's attacks.
Uh-huh! Zhang Yan was not passively beaten. The folding fan in his hand was shaking continuously. Four of the twelve fan bones had been thrown out by him. He used the air control technique to control it, and used his arms and fingers to evade any tricky situation at extremely fast speeds. The angle stabs the opponent's vitals.
At first, the masked old man even deliberately touched the fan bone that Zhang Yan threw out, but his body, which was like a low-grade magic weapon, could not withstand the puncture of the magic weapon such as the Bu Forgetting Fan, and he opened a gap directly. There was a big gash over three inches long, and half of the sleeve was soaked with blood in one go. However, the bleeding stopped in just ten breaths, probably because the wound was forcibly closed.
After that, the masked old man no longer dared to forcefully connect the fan bones, which resulted in his attack and movement being severely restricted by the four fan bones, which directly caused the offensive and defensive sides to gradually begin to change. By the time Zhang Yan used his fifth fan bone, the masked old man was in a passive position with 70% defense and 30% waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
But can it be said that Zhang Yan will definitely win? Zhang Yan himself is not so optimistic. Because the opponent has not even used any serious combat skills yet. This is what Zhang Yan is looking forward to. He has long wanted to experience the power of the combat skills used by warriors belonging to the Duanshan realm.
"You can't test my depth with just this method. It's getting late, why not just let me see what you're good at at Duanshan Realm?"
"Hey, good boy, what you say is a bit contemptuous! Okay, let me show you my powerful methods!"
After saying this, the masked old man crossed his swords with his hands, and a huge energy quickly gathered between his weapons, stirring up a violent turbulence, which actually made Zhang Yan's air control method unable to penetrate the fan bone.
After two breaths, the masked old man slashed out with both hands, forming a tornado that swept towards Zhang Yan.
"Boy, try to see if my bone-crushing chop is tasty enough!"
