Rebirth – City Cultivation

Chen Fan went to the base for half a month, and except for the volley, he never shot.

Usually, I don’t know what to hide in the room, or I use the soothing Tai Chi in the morning. Everyone is really confused about his true level. I don’t know Chen Fan’s depth.

Even Huo Donglai, Gu Jiaoguan and others are all eyeing.

Several coaches privately speculated that Chen Fan might be a metaphysical master and even a higher level figure. But before I saw the real shot, no one dared to judge how strong Chen Fan was.

"Okay."

Chen Fan walked slowly into the arena and looked around: "Who will try it?"

At that moment, who would dare to challenge the strong man who fell in the sky without hurting? Even the tanks are full of fear.

"I come!"

At this time, there was one person who came out of the crowd.

"team leader!"

Everyone saw this person surprised.

The coming person is a captain of the Canglong team, Yue Jianqiu.

He has been quiet for half a month, far less than the tanks, old knives, etc., and even the rookie Chu Minghui has made rapid progress and fame. So everyone has ignored him recently. But I didn't expect him to dare to come out at this time.

"Yes, you are very good!"

Chen Fan looked up and down Yue Jianqiu, even if he had the experience of the North Xuan Xianzun, he also showed a look of horror.

In his mind, this blood of Yue Jianqiu is like a river in the Yangtze River. If you rely on it, you can even hear the sound of water. Moreover, each silk muscle and every bone is ten times stronger than ordinary people, and it contains a huge explosive force.

"I didn't expect that in this period of the dragon, you have the highest talent and the strongest will, and you have already cultivated into this realm."

Chen Fan smiled and admired.

Canglong forging surgery, cultivation to the peak, enough to rival the internal strength of Xiaocheng.

The tank is talented and powerful, and it is not surprising that it hurts Huo Dong. Under normal circumstances, he may not be the enemy of Huo Dong.

And this Yue Jianqiu's physical talent is general, and there is no internal strength, but it takes only half a month to repair the body to the limit, comparable to the inner strength. It’s really not allowed.

"Please ask the instructor to enlighten me!"

Yue Jianqiu does not move, and his will is hard as iron.

"well!"

Chen Fan is on him, as if he saw his own figure. "You can take it, if you can let me step back, even if you win."

His voice just fell, and Yue Jianqiu was like a beast that was sleeping, waking up awkwardly and rushing in the air.

At this time, several people are stepping into the school.

Although an old man was seventy or eighty years old, his body was thin and his skin was dry. A black-purple blue vein appeared, like a dragon tree. But he has his eyes fixed, and he is as strong as a young man.

Behind him, followed by two middle-aged men and a pair of men and women.

The man is tall and full of masculinity. The woman is pretty and lovely, and she has a red shirt and a ponytail.

"Master Bo, how did your old man come?"

Seeing the arrival, Huo Dong was shocked and hurriedly greeted him.

Several other instructors saw the old man, and they were suddenly shocked. They went to see the ceremony: "The old instructor, you are there, why don't let us go out and meet."

"The old man has retired, and the flat-headed people are one. You should not be so gifted."

Although the thin old man is small, his voice is very loud.

"Dong Lai Shi Shu!"

The young men and women behind the old man are saluting.

"Yum, Xiao Man."

Huo Dong came to nod.

This pair of men and women, male called Gao Baisheng, female called Guo Xiaoman, are the rising stars of the eight poles and one pulse, such as this year, the light into the inner strength Xiaocheng, Gao Baisheng and even within the internal strength of Dacheng is only half a step remote. The future of the eight poles is supported by them.

"Dong Lai Shi Shu, the chief instructor of Chen? Why didn't you see?"

After Guo Xiaoran finished his ceremony, he has been inquiring around and wants to see Chen Beixuan, the **** of the gods.

"The young man in the field is."

As Huo Dong came to say, everyone turned around and looked. But this view, a few people who followed the old man could not help but frown slightly.

I saw that in the school yard, Chen Fan and Yue Jianqiu started to move. Although Yue Jianqiu’s perseverance is amazing, his gap with Chen Fan is too great. Chen Fan can easily shoot him to death even with one hand.

Only in order to test his depth, Chen Fan simply puts the strength on the level of the inner strength, and also fights with the Canglong boxing method. The two of you hit me and you can't make it.

"This is Chen Beixuan, Chief Instructor Chen?"

Guo Xiaoman did not believe it.

These two people in the field, and her in the middle of the game. Compared with the master brother, it is far worse, compared with the characters of the uncles and even the uncles.

Gao Baisheng also flashed a scorn in his eyes.

"Cough, the chief instructor is estimated to be trying."

Huo Donglai’s smile.

He actually didn't see Chen Fan's shot, but the volley jumped him to shock, and let him put Chen Fan in a very high position.

"The young man really has spare time." The old man frowned. "But watching the power and speed of his dodge, the most internal strength is great. East, such a person, may not be qualified for my eight-magnitude scene."

"Old instructor!"

Several other fighting instructors want to refute, but they are not good at it.

This old man used to be the fighting instructor of the special army of Canglong's predecessor. He is a figure of eight poles and one pulse. It is said that martial arts has reached the peak of internal strength, and it is only half a step away from the environment. If it is not too old, the blood will be exhausted, and it will not be free to do it. The eight poles will not be bullied.

"Master Bo said this, Donglai, this time you look at the wrong person." A middle-aged man sighed.

Huo Donglai was flushed and his fists were tight.

"Master Bo, you listen to me. The strength of Chief Instructor Chen is definitely more than this. I saw him jump from the height of hundreds of meters and took the concrete floor out of the big pit."

"Don't come to the East, you laugh. How can ordinary people jump from 100 meters without dying?" Guo Xiaoman said.

Gao Baisheng also shook his head.

Another middle-aged man said colderly: "East come, when the young master was still there, there was no such ability. This young boy is younger than the younger teacher?"

Huo Dong came to the language.

Xiao Shishu is a peerless genius of the eight poles. He was trained to the environment at the age of forty, and played half of the invincible hands of China. He is known as the ‘Little Wushen’. It is a pity that it suddenly disappeared. It has not seen life and death for more than ten years, and the eight poles and one pulse have declined.

At this time, the field finally got the winner.

"The chief instructor, I lost."

Yue Jianqiu stepped back a few steps and looked at the gray smack of the chest and was frustrated.

"You have only been able to practice this strength for half a month. It is already extraordinary. It is not impossible to break the awkwardness of the dragon in the future."

Chen Fan pointed out.

Although the Canglong forging technique can at most train the internal strength of Xiaocheng, if there is great perseverance and talent, and has been practicing, it may not be able to escape this technique and enter the real extraordinary realm.

Many members of the Dragons heard the words and nodded excitedly.

But at this time, suddenly a voice came:

"Chen is the instructor of Chen, it is better for me to come and try with you."

Chen Fan frowned and saw a tall young man, striding into the arena.

And Huo Dong, who was behind him, looked helpless. (To be continued.)