Extract Xiuxian University at the beginning

Wang Yuhan took the sword and took a deep breath. She had fully understood the key points of sword-drawing and slashing in the past few days, and she had practiced with a branch for a while.

Although the sword was heavier than the branch, it should not affect her performance. She held the hilt with her right hand and nodded to Zhao Wanxue who was holding a fruit beside her.

Zhao Wanxue was holding a banana in her hand and threw it upward.

Swish~

A flash of sword light passed by, and Wang Yuhan had already drawn and put away the sword.

Then the banana fell to the ground and broke into two halves.

Lin Fan was stunned.

So brave? He really cut it.

Could it be that the banana broke into two halves by itself? After all, it is easy to break if it falls from a high place.

He just wanted to squat down to pick up the banana, but he felt that this would damage his own style.

So he stretched out his hand, and the spiritual energy surged, emitting a suction force, and the banana flew up in the air and fell into his hands.

The two girls immediately had little stars in their eyes. The principal's move of taking things in the air was really cool.

Lin Fan looked at the banana in his hand. The cut was smooth and the cross section was neat. It was obvious that it was cut by a sharp weapon. It seemed that Wang Yuhan had really mastered the art of cutting.

He felt a little sour. He, the principal, didn't know how to do it, but the students knew how to do it first. It seemed that he had to practice more.

"Wanxue, you try it."

Although Lin Fan complained in his heart, his expression did not change.

As the principal of Xiuxian University, he naturally had to remain calm even when the situation was extremely bad.

It was too unfashionable to be surprised when something happened.

Zhao Wanxue also posed, and Wang Yuhan took a peach and threw it up.

The same sword light flashed, and the peach fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

"Not bad, keep working hard, so that you can protect yourself when you encounter an enemy."

Lin Fan encouraged.

Both women seemed very excited and began to practice.

Lin Fan returned to the office. He felt that his practice was not enough and he had to speed up the progress.

Otherwise, how could he demonstrate in front of the students in the future.

If it weren't for his wit today, he would have made a fool of himself.

Wearing a silk stocking headgear, he began to practice hitting wasps again. He decided to practice the Heavenly Hand first, and then practice the Sword Slash.

Time passed.

The three of them practiced in the Xiandao Academy every day, and it had been more than a month before they knew it.

Lin Fan's cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, mainly because he had gained a lot of cultivation by signing in, so that he didn't have to meditate so hard.

He had already achieved a small success in basic body building techniques, and the Heavenly Hand had also achieved a small success.

He even practiced the Sword Slash.

To be honest, this cultivation was not fun at all, and it was all based on one's own perseverance.

Originally, I thought that since I had a system, it would be easier to practice, but it was not the case at all, and I still needed to repeat it myself.

Zhao Wanxue and Wang Yuhan's cultivation had reached the third level of Qi Refining, which was still very good.

Both of them had achieved the Sword Slash.

One day, the two girls decided to go down the mountain for a walk. After all, they were girls. Although they were addicted to cultivation, they still felt uncomfortable after not going shopping for a month.

The main thing is to buy some daily necessities.

Lin Fan also felt that he should relax and combine work and rest, so he followed the two girls down the mountain.

Jiangcheng is a third-tier city, and it has developed very well in recent years.

Lin Fan originally wanted to go shopping alone, but the two girls held him tightly, so he had no choice but to go together.

When passing by a martial arts gym, he saw many people surrounding it, and many people were indignant and whispered.

"This is the fifth one. Can't our Jiangcheng martial arts gyms be defeated?"

"It's hard to say. It is said that Park Jung-hwan is a black belt master in Taekwondo and threatened to challenge all the martial arts gyms in Jiangcheng."

"It's really unreasonable. They have been bullied to their doorsteps. Don't the people from the martial arts association care?"

"How can they care? It's a normal challenge. We can only say that our skills are not as good as others."

"It's too abominable. I really want to see these sticks get beaten up."

"..."

Lin Fan's expression moved. Taekwondo came to challenge the martial arts gym, which was a good opportunity to observe. After the recovery of spiritual energy, martial arts flourished.

Various martial arts schools have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Even universities have martial arts majors. Lin Fan used to be very interested in martial arts.

After all, flying over eaves and walls, and wielding a sword in the rivers and lakes are still very cool.

Of course, now that he is cultivating immortals, he naturally doesn't yearn for it anymore. He just wants to see how strong these martial artists are, so that he can have a comparison in his mind.

He has been cultivating alone for a while, and he should also understand the situation outside.

"You two go shopping, I'll go in and take a look." Lin Fan said to the two girls.

"We'll go too." Zhao Wanxue and Wang Yuhan also became interested.

Especially Zhao Wanxue, after the KTV incident, she was very interested in becoming stronger. If it weren't for cultivating immortals, she planned to practice martial arts. She was interested in Taekwondo before.

Now she also wants to see how strong these martial artists are compared to her as a cultivator of immortals.

Wang Yuhan likes to watch the excitement. With so many people watching, she naturally wants to go in too.

Not everyone can enter the martial arts hall. If you want to go in and watch the fight, you need to buy a ticket, 1,000 yuan per ticket, which blocked a large number of people.

Zhao Wanxue is a wealthy woman, and she didn't care about the mere 3,000 yuan, so she bought three tickets directly.

The name of this martial arts hall is Zhenyang, which sounds good.

The decoration is very grand. There is a corridor at the entrance, and photos are hung on the walls on both sides. They are all photos of students winning awards, in addition to photos of the owner and coach.

After passing through the corridor, the view suddenly opened up, and a huge martial arts training ground appeared.

A ring was built in the middle of the martial arts training ground, and there were rows of seats below.

The front row was naturally the martial arts students, and there were about a hundred people sitting in several rows. It seemed that the martial arts school was doing well.

The back was the audience seat, and the three of them found an empty seat in the front row and sat down.

There were not many spectators, only a few, mainly because the ticket price was too high, and now it was working hours, so there were not so many idle people coming to watch.

At this time, a group of people wearing Taekwondo uniforms walked out from the side.

The one walking in front was a man in his forties, full of energy, with short hair, and the words "Wansheng" embroidered on the left chest of his white training uniform.

Behind this man were dozens of Taekwondo students.

With so many people, Lin Fan was a little suspicious whether the other party was here to challenge or to mess up the place.

Soon two people came over from the other side. The leader was a middle-aged man with short hair and a square face. He looked quite majestic, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and was full of momentum.

One step behind him was a sturdy young man with a strong back and strong waist. Although he was only in his twenties, his face looked mature.

"Master, senior brother."

The disciples who were sitting stood up and saluted.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and motioned the disciples to sit down.

Then he looked at the leading man opposite and said, "How do you compete?"