I Changed My Profession To Boxing At The Beginning, And Used My Two Fists To Crush My Fate.

Little did I know.

Ye An was already stunned.

Although there was no close contact, he could judge the power of Makono's ultra-wide-range attack through the opponent's injuries.

Under normal circumstances, the larger the attack range, the more dispersed the power, and the lethality is definitely not as good as if it is concentrated.

Like a grenade, the core point of the explosion is definitely the most powerful, and the farther away it is, the less powerful it is.

This is not the case with Makono's attack.

The damage in the center is the same as the damage on the edges!

This is the power of the Great Fire of Destruction!

The fire in the battlefield!

The larger the range, the better I feel, and the damage won’t fade at all!

This guy……

He is usually silly and has a bad temper. People have always heard that he is very strong.

I didn’t say it was so strong!

It’s easy to kill the entire map with just one click.

This is a complete beast!

the most important is.

What everyone usually refers to as explosive power is the output within a few seconds of one or two blows.

This guy exploded for twenty minutes straight.

After the last move, the earth-shattering Great Massive Fire Explosion, he didn't look very tired, and he was far away from the limit.

"Do you think you can beat him?" Suddenly, Ye An turned to look at Fang Tianlian.

Fang Tian on the side closed his eyes and trembled.

This kind of heaven-destroying attack can only be carried out when he goes berserk and loses control.

Why did Mu Xiaoye just raise his hand?

Is he the same age as me?

A realm?

You're kidding me!

But Fang Tian held his tongue firmly and said, "Slow down, he's too slow!"

"Who can win will be known after the fight!"

"Although his performance is exaggerated, his opponent is not infinite, so it doesn't mean anything."

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

After waking up this morning, he thought a lot.

After six years of hard training, he was defeated in the first battle when he came back.

My father was also crushed to death like an ant.

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

Looking at Mu Ono today, even such a person has never said that he will reach the top of the contemporary generation.

Then why should you?

After my brother came back, he told himself that the first step to becoming strong is to recognize yourself and let go of your self-esteem.

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

In order to take this step.

He used all his strength and sighed: "I shouldn't be able to beat him."

Hearing this answer, Ye An was a little surprised.

He looked sideways.

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

Before, it was sharp-edged and sharp, with a sharp look in its eyes.

Now the sword is gradually returning to the scabbard, and it seems that it will never be easily unsheathed again.

As the loser of the Super League division final, he should have competed with the losers of the other three divisions for 5,678 places.

But he chose to abstain.

Fang Laoba's life officially began.

But because he had sworn before that if he lost, his surname would not be Fang.

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

There is only one sword that rides the wind, and everyone calls him Lao Ba.

The movie viewing is over.

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 was wondering if you had already thought at that time that things would eventually turn into what they are now."

"My brother and I have joined the lineage of the Grand Marshal. My father will come up with a certificate of nomination that will cause Ye Wuce trouble."

Ye An shook his head and said: "How is that possible?

"It was just a few seconds at that time, I couldn't think of so much."

"I just don't think you deserve to die."

"Really?" Fang Tianlian murmured to himself.

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

"The peace between humans and monsters is due to you."

"You carry an honor on your back. I even think that if a ranking list was made to see which genius has made the greatest contribution to the human race, you should be at the top."

"Do not you think so?"

Ye An glanced at Fang Tianlian.

His eyes were slightly red, and he laughed to himself: "It turns out 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.

Sudden!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Fang Tianlian slapped himself three times without hesitation, and his cheeks bled without hesitation.

After fanning, he clasped his hands together, knelt down, and bowed heavily to Ye An.

"Fang Tianlian can't repay the kindness of saving his life, he can only redeem it with his own life."

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."

"It's all I have to do."

"From now on, I will be your bodyguard, always by your side."

Ye An said calmly: "Okay, I actually have one more thing that I need your help with."

"Please tell me."

Ye An said: "During the battle, I was actually asking you to give me moves."

"What?" Fang Tianlian looked up in confusion.

Self-esteem was hit hard again!

In the middle of the fight, the reason why Ye An didn't take advantage of the victory and kill him was this?

He is not fighting, but practicing!

I am just a tool for his cultivation!

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 for training.

But he soon became confused.

Because I didn’t go out to any training facilities to exercise.

He was directly pulled into the dreamland by Ye An.

In the spiritual world.

A quaint martial arts arena, full of spring scenery, and even the occasional sound of birds chirping, made Fang Tianlian stunned for a moment.

He touched the floor and took two deep breaths.

There's a feeling, there's a taste, it's extremely clear.

"Isn't this too real?"

Ye An smiled and said: "The flow of time here is one-tenth that of outside."

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

"bring it on."

Fang Tianlian nodded quickly.

The two began to fight.

He knew that he couldn't defeat Ye An no matter what, so he didn't hold back at all.

Feng Jianliu grew unknowingly in the dream.

Ye An's skill runes are gradually solidifying, and their colors are becoming brighter and brighter.

The progress is about 85%.

There is still 15% left to complete.

One day and one night passed, and Fang Tian fell tired.

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

If we continue at this rate, we should be able to fully condense before the semi-finals in fifteen days.

The two exited the dreamland.

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

He stood up and walked out the door.

It's bright outside, and the sun is high in the middle.

I practiced there for twenty-four hours.

Just over two hours have passed since we were outside. It's past 12 noon, and it's time for lunch.

"Fuck." Fang Tianlian couldn't help but feel shocked.

It’s so outrageous!

I saw him casually throwing out a wind sword, which was more condensed than before!

It is said that he gave Ye An tips, but Ye An was the stronger person, so he also gained many new insights.

In training day and night, he became stronger.

But only two hours had passed outside.

Just two hours!

Under normal circumstances, what can you do in two hours?

But with the help of dreams, two hours turned into a day.

One day for others, ten days for him.

Twelve to eighteen years old.

We have been practicing for six years.

Ye An has been practicing for 60 years!

Only if he can win the fight will he be a ghost!

He had known about Dream's ability before, but he didn't care much about it. He thought it would be ten times slower, and it couldn't be used to advance to the next level. At most, it could only be used to practice skills.

This was his previous thought.

But after I also used this ability and felt the benefits of this talent.

He suddenly realized that the dream was a perverted talent that was underestimated by everyone.

What a dream.

It should be called the God of Cultivation.

PS: There are only two chapters, just a quick aside, I love you so much~