New gods in the chat group

When the coach surnamed Luo started to greet him, other people in the gym also looked over.

"Hey, Coach Luo, is this your friend? I can't tell! Among your friends, there is someone so thin."

A bearded coach next to him said this, and his eyes swept over Ye.

Then his momentum suddenly weakened.

From Ye's bright and energetic eyes, he could feel a vigorous spirit.

This is definitely not the kind of sub-healthy urban person.

Because of his appearance, some female members looked over and looked around, but there were not many.

The number of major women was not large either.

Coach Luo replied loudly: "His name is Ye Fan, and he is now considered a half-successful person. Don't underestimate him, his strength is not a joke."

Coach Luo said, feeling a little emotional.

The process of his acquaintance with Ye Fan was a bit dramatic. He was very envious of Ye Fan, a friend who looked weak but was actually as strong as a monster.

Why is the talent gap between people so big?

As ordinary friends, they rarely met after that. Coach Luo still advised Ye Fan to pursue sports in the future.

Of course, Ye Fan entered the society after graduation. He was not very passionate about sports.

"Really? I don't believe it."

The bearded coach noticed that Ye Fan's eyes did seem to be shining, but without training to be a big guy, his strength was always limited.

Ye Fan also took off his coat at this time and prepared to warm up. Through his clothes, his strong and well-proportioned muscles were revealed.

He looked at Coach Luo and said, "Old Luo, no need to explain more, I am just a little interested in fitness!"

He loves ancient books and is fascinated by the legendary mythological era.

How can he be in the mood to lift weights every day.

The main reason for being so good at college sports is talent.

Coach Luo looked at Ye Fan's sincere eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "What a good interest! If you take it seriously, it will be great! Don't you have to go to the Olympics to win a medal for the country?"

The bearded coach couldn't help but smack his lips: "Coach Luo, even if we are friends, we are not as flattering as you are."

"I flatter?" Coach Luo glanced over and said lightly, "The difference between Ye Fan and me is at least 30 kilograms, but his strength is greater than mine."

Ye Fan has a slender figure. After putting on clothes, he looks thinner and has no sense of strength.

Coach Luo hit a wall because of this at the time.

However, the two of them got to know each other after fighting, and finally they had a little friendship, of course, it was limited to this.

Under Coach Luo's praise, all the eyes in the gym were focused on him, with a glow in their eyes.

Ye Fan, who was warming up: "???"

It's fine if a woman's eyes are shining, but how can a man also

Ye Fan hurriedly completed the basic warm-up, and then sighed: "I'm actually nothing, just a little better in basics! Maybe I can't even get into the national team, this time I'm just trying to get a feel for it."

The clothes Ye Fan wore were not very suitable for fitness.

But it was enough for him.

This time, Ye Fan just wanted to simply test his normal strength and confirm that he was strengthening.

He didn't plan to test how much he had strengthened.

Because if he was not wrong, his strength at this moment would be amazing.

Coach Luo asked: "Okay! Then what are you going to test? What do you do first to get a feel for it?"

"Bench press!"

After saying that, Ye Fan thought for a while and added, "Let's try a weight of 90 kilograms first."

Coach Luo was surprised: "You're at this level right after recovery, are you sure it's okay? You shouldn't have practiced much in the past few years!"

"You don't believe me?"

Ye Fan asked back.

Coach Luo knew Ye Fan's foundation, although it might be abandoned now, but the 90 kg class obviously couldn't hurt him.

It might be a little uncomfortable at most.

Some people who had never exercised looked over curiously. Because according to Coach Luo, Ye Fan's strength even surpassed his.

And Coach Luo's muscles, standing in front of him, could give people a great sense of oppression.

Ye Fan gradually got used to these looks.

After making enough preparations, he began to try, feeling the power in his body that seemed to be unable to be vented, he slowly began to move.

Then he stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's a bit light," Ye Fan said, reacting and quickly swallowing back the words that he was about to say subconsciously, "It seems that my physical fitness has not regressed! Lao Luo, try adding some weight."

"You kid, don't you practice secretly in the past few years!"

Coach Luo said with some envy.

He could see that Ye Fan was very easy to do this, which meant that this was far from his limit, so he could directly use this weight as a try.

And Ye Fan's strength in this aspect was beyond his at the beginning.

It's outrageous!

Different kilogram classes have different strength limits. Ye Fan should have a gap in strength with him.

And hasn't he been practicing all these years?

Ye Fan thought about it and said vaguely: "Well, I am practicing."

As for the intensity, he didn't say.

So as not to hurt Lao Luo's "fragile" heart.

Standing up and stretching his limbs, Ye Fan said bluntly: "Let's try 200 kilograms!"

200 kilograms.

It's close to his previous limit.

But after the 90kg level attempt just now, Ye Fan felt that 200kg was not that heavy.

"Coach Luo, are you really giving him that much?"

The bearded man advised him. After all, Ye Fan had improved too much at once. Failure was a small matter, but getting injured was not good.

Coach Luo just looked at Ye Fan: "Old Fan, are you here to show off?"

"I'm really not showing off."

Ye Fan was a little helpless.

He originally just wanted to record it first, and then make some transactions with the sacred after gaining some experience.

Who would have thought that just writing sacred prayers seemed to have the effect of cultivation.

It was like practicing a technique.

Just like the previous 90kg level, Ye Fan felt a sinking sensation in the next 200kg level, but it was not that uncomfortable.

He could only try his best to pretend to be in a difficult situation.

After doing this for five or six times, Ye Fan, who was a little bit tired, stopped, stood up and gasped: "Huh! It seems that I still have to practice, my physical fitness has declined a bit."

He was really a little tired.

After all, he had never tried such a performance as lifting something light as if it were heavy before.

If Ye Fan had been gifted before,

then his current strength had reached a level that ordinary people could not understand.

When he thought that the prayer was from a god, Ye Fan had some enlightenment in his heart.

He speculated that the words on it all carried divine power.

And he was baptized by this during the writing process, thus strengthening himself.

Coach Luo looked at Ye Fan in astonishment.

"Your "Fanxue" is really more magical than before!" He said leisurely.

Ye Fan said firmly: "Don't tease me, I'm really a little tired, and now I have to go out to rest.

By the way, Lao Luo, I may send you something when I have time in the future."

"What is it?"

"You will know it in the future."

Seeing Ye Fan's back disappear at the door, many people in the gym swallowed their saliva with some regret, but no one dared to go up and talk to him.

After leaving the gym, Ye Fan did not go home immediately, but drove to an interview location.

There, he met a great god who was good at game strategies, and a slovenly internet-addicted teenager.

Ye Fan: ""

When he saw Ye Fan, he questioned first: "Are you the boss who spent 30,000 yuan to get the strategy? You look so young, how can you have money?"

Ye Fan calmly asked back: "Before you question others, shouldn't you show your ability first?"

Strategy master: "This is a text strategy, and the information I collected. In fact, if you give it to me to practice, I guarantee that I can definitely complete it."

"No need to say more." Ye Fan took the information, glanced at it, and quickly completed the transaction.

Thirty thousand yuan.

It's the same as spending three yuan.

Anyway, they are just vulgar things.

For Ye Fan, these money in exchange for Xuan Xiao's guidance can be regarded as a blood profit.

Immortal Sword World.

In the sealed place, a figure who seemed to be even more cold and icy was sitting on the ground practicing, with a faint pure white light flowing around him, carrying a cold sword intent.

Xuan Xiao formally adjusted his state.

By reciting the article, he could feel his control strengthening, and at the same time he felt a sense of summoning.

Xuan Xiao had a hunch that as long as he concentrated, he could really enter that mysterious place.

But he didn't do so for the time being.

Xuan Xiao just lurked in the chat group, waiting for someone to come online.

It's hard to tell why.

But when Ye said he would help, Xuan Xiao still had some expectations in his heart, and a corner of his heart that had been sealed for many years opened up.

"Ding! Ding! Cough cough cough!"

Except for Naruto's occasional bubbling in the group chat, no one was talking for the time being, and this voice at the moment certainly had nothing to do with the group.

Instead, someone was chatting with him privately.

Ordinary Ye: "Is Brother Xuanxiao here?"

Xuanxiao: "Something?"

Ordinary Ye: "I have collected relevant background information and strategy materials, Brother Xuanxiao can use them as reference.

In fact, in addition to your own information, there is also similar world view information, which I have collected.

Because there is a difference between reality and games, Brother Xuanxiao does not need to believe it completely."

Looking at Ye Fan's last warm reminder, Xuanxiao lowered his eyes slightly and was silent for a moment.

Xuanxiao: "I know my limits."

'Ding' 'Ding'

"Ordinary Ye sent you a red envelope"

"Received successfully"

Xuanxiao did not look at the information immediately, but just sent the corresponding skills over.

Xuan Xiao: "Thank you for your concern, Ye. I have my own ideas about the rewards bestowed by the gods, so you don't have to worry.

If you have any questions about the practice of the exercises, you can ask me, but it is best to practice the basics first.

For more advanced exercises, it is best to start practicing after your strength improves and you can communicate with the gods and obtain relevant information."

It is not the same world, and Xuan Xiao cannot confirm that Ye Fan can practice his exercises.

Especially advanced exercises are more dangerous. If you are not careful, you will not be able to adapt to the local climate. The most feared thing is that the different laws will cause backlash and cause serious consequences.

Ordinary Ye: "Don't worry, I know. Also, you can call me by my name, otherwise calling me Ye all the time makes me feel like a criminal."

Xuan Xiao: "Okay, Ye Fan, I think you seem to be pleasing to the eye. Are you interested in becoming sworn brothers with me?"

Ye Fan: "We are still in different worlds now. It would be a bit hasty to become sworn brothers just now.

Besides, the strategy has just been sent over. Brother Xuan Xiao, why don't you take a look first?"

Xuan Xiao: "There is no rush.

If you are free now, you can read it and ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

Ordinary Ye: "Of course I believe Brother Xuan Xiao. But before that, I have a doubt, which I found after writing the prayer given by the God. After writing it, my strength, speed, etc. have increased significantly.

I wonder what Brother Xuan Xiao thinks about this."

Ye Fan adheres to the principle of hitting three shots if there is a date or not, and asks first.

If there is no answer, wait until Su Cheng comes online and ask again.

Xuan Xiao: "That is the power of the rules of the prayer itself. Writing it can be considered a kind of practice, but it is very demanding for ordinary people.

Did you write it normally?"

He asked that question.

Ordinary Ye: "Yes, I wrote it normally, and I felt refreshed and my strength improved a lot. But after some time, my appetite increased and my food intake increased several times."

Ye Fan added some details.

Silence for a moment.

Xuan Xiao: "Ye Fan, it seems that your world is not simple, or you are not simple."

(ps: The reason why Ye Fan's ID is just someone is to cover up information and avoid being speculated by other members of the group. You have to keep a hand when you first enter the chat group. It seems that the interference effect is obvious, and even readers cannot determine their identity at the beginning)