Mercenaries of the Heavens

Chapter 353 Compete with Fan Xian

He has no reason to be unhappy, because it means that he has a few more relatives in this world.

Wang Zhi looked at Fan Xian with satisfaction, nodded and said:

"In the blink of an eye, I haven't seen you for six years, and you are already a ninth-rank master!
Come, compete with the master, let the master see how much you have grown in the past six years! "

After finishing speaking, he took out two wooden swords from the side and threw one to Fan Xian casually.

Fan Xian took the wooden sword excitedly, and said:

"Master, although I still can't see through your cultivation, I still want to try!
My domineering zhenqi is combined with the exercises you taught me, it's very powerful! "

Wang Zhi smiled and said:

"Okay, then show your true skills and have a good fight with the master!
Hehe, Master will let you make the first move! "

After finishing speaking, he casually stood in place, pointing the wooden sword obliquely at the ground, waiting for Fan Xian to launch an offensive.

Fan Xian knew in his heart that this master was terrifyingly strong, even if he tried his best, he didn't want to hurt the master at all.

So, Fan Xian, who decided to attack with all his strength, waved the wooden sword in his hand, unfolded his movements, and the wooden sword stabbed straight at Wang Zhi's chest.

Wang Zhi saw that he was coming fast and fiercely, and his sword moves were almost invisible, so he nodded in approval and said in his heart:
Isn't it not bad, I have already practiced the sword art to the point of great success!

While thinking, Fan Xian's wooden sword pierced his chest.

Wang Zhi just raised his hand casually, and the wooden sword seemed to be raised slowly and quickly, and the tip of the wooden sword pierced Fan Xian's wrist holding the sword.

As Fan Xian had anticipated, the blade swung, aiming at the tip of Wang's direct attack.

Immediately, the tips of the two wooden swords met in mid-air, and there was a sound of gold and iron.

The two waved their wooden swords in tacit understanding, and everyone saw countless sword shadows shaking in the field.

And the two were fighting each other with fast, invisible movements, attacking each other more than ten moves in the blink of an eye.

Of course, Wang Zhi had been sparring with Fan Xian all the time, that's why he fought for so long.

If Wang Zhi used all his strength, it is estimated that Fan Xian would not be able to make three moves under Wang Zhi's command.

This is not an exaggeration, to Wang Zhi.

Regardless of the amount of mana, or the level of comprehension of swordsmanship, or understanding of martial arts moves, Fan Xian could not catch up.

During the competition, Wang Zhi's voice was suddenly heard:
"It's not bad, the sword technique has reached the level of perfection, and if you have a little more understanding, you can reach the state of perfection and naturalness!

Well, the swordsmanship has been tried!

Let me see how your body training and palming skills are! "

After finishing speaking, he threw the wooden sword in his hand and waited for Fan Xian to attack.

Fan Xian was also happy when he heard the words, and thought:

It is not in vain that I practice hard, and my swordsmanship has finally been recognized by the master!

Then let the master take a look at the achievements of my body training and palm techniques in the past six years!
Thinking of this, Fan Xian said:
"Then ask the master to correct the apprentice's martial arts!"

After finishing speaking, he threw away the wooden sword in his hand, moved his body, opened his palms, and swiftly attacked Wang Zhi in front of him, which was the key to the heart-breaking palm.

Unmoved, Wang Zhi waited until Fan Xian attacked in front of him, then stretched out his hand and pointed to his palm.

Seeing this, Fan Xian dared to be pointed at by his master.

In a hurry, he withdrew his palm and turned it into a fist, and stepped forward half a step.

Breathing out loudly, he punched out half-step Bengquan, hitting Wang Zhi's chest with all his strength.

Wang Zhi turned his fingers into palms, blocking Fan Xian's attacking fist.

With a sound of 'bang', fists and palms intersected, Wang Zhi's body did not move at all, but Fan Xian couldn't bear the strength, and his body 'thumped' and retreated.

Seeing that his powerful punch was dispelled by the palm of the master's understatement.

He also kicked himself out. While Fan Xian was shocked, he continued to rush forward with high spirits, attacking his master.

Wang Zhihun didn't care, he easily and easily withdrew his moves, blocking all of Fan Xian's attacks.

He didn't make a move to beat Fan Xian, he was afraid that he would defeat Fan Xian in one or two moves, which made Fan Xian, who had finally reached the ninth rank, self-closing.

After playing back and forth for about ten minutes, Wang Zhi saw that Fan Xian couldn't come up with any new tricks, Wang Zhi said:

"Not bad, in the Ninth Rank, you are already one of the top group of people!

Then it's over! "

While talking, Wang Zhi saw the gap between Fan Xian's attacks.

With a random palm strike, it hit Fan Xian on the chest and abdomen, knocking him back five or six meters away.

Fan Xian retreated, covering his chest with his hands. Although he was not injured, he felt a burning pain coming from the place where he was hit.

Fan Xian sighed helplessly, while rubbing his chest, he said:
"Master, you can't take it easy!
It's all fleshy, it hurts a lot, doesn't it? "

Fan Ruoruo saw that her brother was beaten back by her uncle, she couldn't stop rubbing her chest, she hurried forward with distress, held her brother's hand, and asked with concern:
"Brother, how are you? Are you injured?"

While speaking, he gave Wang Zhi a displeased look.

Seeing that his actions caused his sister to be dissatisfied with the master, Fan Xian hurriedly let go of the hand rubbing his chest, rubbed Ruoruo's head and said:
"I'm fine! It's just a heartache for a while, it'll be fine soon!"

Wang Zhi looked at Fan Ruoruo speechlessly, and said in his heart:

Is it that exaggerated?Isn't it just a slap?They are really brothers and sisters!

Seeing the stinky Fan Xian being beaten, Versace trotted up to Wang Zhi and complimented him joyfully:
"Master played well! Let him not know the heights of heaven and earth!"

Hearing his words, Wang Zhi glanced at him angrily, and said:

"Your brother is much stronger than you. Everyone is ninth rank, but you are still eighth rank. How dare you call your brother!"

Versace heard the words, touched his head embarrassingly, and said unconvinced:
"Master, he is already 16 years old, and I am only so old. When I am 16 years old, I will definitely not be as good as him! Hmph!"

After finishing speaking, he snorted arrogantly.

Wang Zhi ignored him, walked towards the stone table in the yard, and said:
"Fan Xian is back today, we will go to your Master Zhuo's restaurant for dinner later, so we can cleanse your elder brother!"

When Versace heard the words, he jumped up in joy and shouted:

"Okay! Finally, I can go to the restaurant to have a big meal again! Haha!"

Hearing this, and looking at Versace's happy look, everyone also laughed.

After everyone sat down, Wang Zhi asked Fan Xian to talk about the past few years.

Fan Xian also recounted the experiences of the past few years in detail.

When Fan Xian mentioned that Teng Zijing was used by the Inspection Institute to come to Danzhou to assassinate him.

Wang Zhi waited for him to finish speaking before saying solemnly:
"Do you want to understand why people from the Inspection Institute came to assassinate you?"

Fan Xian was startled when he heard the words, and then said:

"Master, I have also thought about this question, but I am not very clear! Master, do you know?"

Wang Zhi replied:

"The Inspection Institute is an organization independent of the imperial court, it only belongs to the emperor, and it cannot be mobilized by just one person!"

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