Ninjas weren't immortals or ghosts. They were also human beings.
Like spies and killers, they were just a more special profession compared to teachers, students, programmers, and advertising planners.
Beginner ninjas were Genin, and those who knew strategy and assassination were Jonins. That was all.
As long as they were human beings, they could be killed.
Therefore, Fang Yan wasn't afraid.
He knew that the Ninja's target was him, but he was also worried that if the Ninja found that he couldn't kill the target, would he vent his anger on the innocent students in the private room?
Fang Yan's worry wasn't superfluous.
Just as he was thinking about this, a sharp sword energy slashed toward Jiang Qin sitting next to him.
The private room was like a sealed black box, only murderous intent could be smelled, but no light could be seen.
Obviously, the Ninja changed the way of attack or smeared some black material on the blade to make it lose its bright color. The blade and the darkness merged into one, becoming a ghost that harvested lives.
Fang Yan closed his eyes and sat on the sofa without moving.
The killer chose to attack Jiang Qin, which made him calm down.
This didn't mean that he didn't care about Jiang Qin. It was because he knew that the Ninja didn't really kill people.
If he had wanted to kill these students, he could have chosen to attack the students who were far away from Fang Yan or the children who were sitting next to him. Why would he choose to attack Jiang Qin, who was in close proximity to Fang Yan?
He wanted to create chaos and shake Fang Yan's heart.
When Fang Yan saved him in a hurry, he was looking for an opportunity to attack Fang Yan.
He just wanted to kill Fang Yan. This was also the result that Fang Yan was happy to accept.
When masters fought, it wasn't just about the strength of the two sides, but also the ability to judge the situation and … the wisdom to fight.
Fang Yan didn't intercept the Ninja's sword.
He picked up a bottle of beer in front of him and threw it toward the place where the murderous intent was the strongest.
At the same time, his body jumped up and rushed behind the bottle.
Crack!
The long saber once again cut open the bottle. Then, without any hesitation, he stabbed at Fang Yan, who was behind the bottle.
If it hit, Fang Yan would definitely be pierced through by this attack.
However, Fang Yan didn't seem to be aware of this danger. He just rushed towards the long black saber in a daze. He was just like an idiot, boorish fool.
If one could see it with the naked eye, one would find that Fang Yan's sprinting speed was very fast. Like a spirit fox and a cunning rabbit, like thunder rumbling in the nine continents, lightning flashing for nine thousand li.
Moreover, his body seemed to be running in a straight line, but this straight line was just an illusion.
With a single step, his silhouette split apart. One was real, and the other was real. It was hard to tell which one was real.
Drunken Crane Rides the Wind!
This was one of the Fang Clan's Tai Chi footwork. It was derived from the original Three Crazy Steps by the famous drunkard in the family when he was drunk.
The body split into three, and the three gave birth to millions. It was hard to fathom. Many people suffered a great loss when fighting against it.
This was also the reason why no one dared to look down on the old drunkard even though he was in dire straits. Who knew if this was an alternative cultivation method that he used to isolate his spirit and self-destruct his physique? How could anyone look down on the number one martial artist in the past?
Fang Yan had a close relationship with the old drunkard since he was young. Even after the old drunkard's temperament had changed, he could still talk to him. This was also the reason why he could learn this Drunken Crane Riding the Wind.
In this world, there were only three people who knew this Drunken Crane Riding the Wind.
It wasn't that people didn't want to learn it, but those who knew it didn't want to teach it.
Needless to say, the old drunkard only cared about wine. He didn't care about family affairs. Every day, he lived in a drunken stupor. He spent more time sober than drunk.
The other two people who learned this Drunken Crane Riding the Wind were Ye Rou and Fang Yan. Ye Rou also liked wine, and she could drink a lot without getting drunk.
Every time the old drunkard wanted someone to drink with him, Ye Rou was the most suitable person. The two of them got to know each other through drinking. It seemed that the relationship between Ye Rou and the old drunkard was even deeper than the relationship between Fang Yan and the old drunkard.
Who asked Fang Yan to be unwilling to drink with the old drunkard?
Ye Rou knew this Drunken Crane Riding the Wind, but even if they knew she knew it … who would dare to ask her to learn it?
Fang Yan also knew it. He had thought of teaching this footwork to Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan. But the result wasn't ideal. They knew the Three Crazy Steps like the back of their hands, and it was effortless for them to move. But when this Drunken Crane Riding the Wind was used, they would either fall on the spot or be like a fat pig facing a skinny sheep. They would stumble, and there was no power at all …
Drunken Crane Riding the Wind. The crane needed to be drunk first before it could find the feeling of riding the wind.
Drunk wasn't really drunk, but intoxicated. It was forgetting, it was muddle-headed, and it was part of nature.
Sou!
The ninja slashed at Fang Yan.
Missed!
Sou!
He retracted his blade at lightning speed. Slashed again.
Missed again!
Sou!
The third slash!
Still missed.
Sou, sou, sou …
Blade Qi filled the air, and killing intent filled the room.
But no matter how the ninja slashed and slashed … he couldn't touch Fang Yan's body at all.
He couldn't add a leaf, and he couldn't drop a feather.
This was the highest realm of Tai Chi, and also the true meaning of Drunken Crane Riding the Wind.
The blade didn't have blade light, but it had killing intent.
Sword Qi was also Qi, and with Qi, there was strength.
Fang Yan's body was like a leaf, or a feather.
Before the blade arrived, the Qi was released, and Fang Yan's body had already dodged in advance.
If you slapped a balloon with your palm, the balloon would have already flown away before your palm hit it. It was the same principle as Drunken Crane Riding the Wind.
One move first, one step ahead. Taking the initiative and seizing the opportunity.
The ninja slashed and retracted his blade extremely quickly. Countless blade Qi surrounded his body, making it hard for Fang Yan to advance.
But an empty blade hurt the spirit, and it also hurt the strength. It wasn't a solution to keep slashing like this.
As a ninja who could appear and disappear unpredictably, he almost misunderstood that he had met someone of the same kind who was more skilled than him.
His blade was like a torrential rain, but why couldn't he keep up with Fang Yan's rhythm?
Fang Yan's body extended, and he flashed behind the ninja, dodging 37 consecutive slashes, and punched at the ninja's unguarded heart.
Boom …
A strong wind blew, and Fang Yan clenched his fists so hard that cracking sounds could be heard.
This punch was as heavy as a mountain, and when it attacked, it was like a huge meteorite pressing down on the ninja's chest.
The ninja turned around, and spun 360 degrees to attack.
Fang Yan didn't dodge, and his fist of flesh and blood destroyed heaven and earth.
The ninja also didn't dodge, and the blade of his long blade cut through the air, destroying everything.
Fang Yan's fist sped up again.
The fist was shorter than the blade, but it arrived before the blade.
As long as his fist hit the ninja's body, penetrating his body, smashing his chest, and sending his body flying … the ninja's blade probably wouldn't be able to hit him.
Whoosh …
A gust of wind blew past.
The fist missed!
The blade disappeared!
The person also disappeared!
A shadow flashed at the door, and the room was quiet again.
In this narrow space, the two of them fought fiercely, but they didn't hurt the students at all.
In their eyes, this mustard seed space was as majestic as Mount Meru, and they couldn't see the end of it.
The door of the room was pushed open, and a waitress in uniform stood at the door and asked, "What are you doing in this room? Why don't you turn on the lights? "
The light from outside shone in, and everyone in the room felt like they had seen the light of day again.
The heavy stuffiness in his chest disappeared, and so did the fear that made him feel like he was about to go crazy.
They didn't know what had happened, but they knew it must have been something bad. It was like a ghost, a real ghost, mingling with them. They couldn't identify it, and they couldn't escape, so they could only stay in the room with the ghost.
"Turn on the lights." Fang Yan explained. "We're playing a little game …"
Clap, clap, clap …
Before Fang Yan finished explaining, the waitress had taken the initiative to turn on all the lights in the room. She stared at Fang Yan and the students in the room with unkind eyes. After seeing that their clothes were intact, and there was nothing unusual on their bodies, her face softened a little, but her voice was still cold as she warned, "We have a rule here that pornography, gambling, and drugs are prohibited in the room … Once found, we will immediately call the police."
Pornography, gambling, and drugs?
Fang Yan smiled bitterly. What kind of people did she think they were?
When the waitress saw the situation in the room, her face became extremely embarrassed again.
She quickly walked to the middle of the room, pointed at the marble coffee table that was cut in two, and asked in a sharp voice, "What's going on? How did the coffee table become like this? What are you playing … "
"Oh my god, the sofa is also cracked … You also cut the sofa … And the microphone, and the wall …"
Fang Yan waved his hand to stop her from continuing to shout, and said, "We will pay. All compensation. "
"…" Getting the answer she wanted, the waitress tactfully shut up.
The club manager also came, took a computer to calculate, and asked Fang Yan to compensate them 25,000 yuan. Of course, the original thing was not worth this price, but they had a price list in the club. This price was naturally several times more expensive than the actual price.
Yuan Lin took out her wallet and wanted to pay the bill, but Fang Yan handed over his bank card.
Ninja came because of him, how could he let a little girl pay for him?
After dealing with things here, Fang Yan looked at Yuan Lin and Jiang Qin, and said, "You two go back and think about it, don't make a decision easily. I think, since Miss Xia values you, she is willing to give you more time to think … It's very late, you should go back and rest early. "
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin looked at Fang Yan, nodded silently and left. Especially Jiang Qin, she guessed something happened in the room, but she was smart enough not to ask.
When the students left, Fang Yan looked at Xia and said, "Do you need me to take you back?"
"Are you a gentleman?" Xia asked.
Fang Yan thought for a moment, and said, "I am a master's."
On the marble floor under their feet, there were spots of bright red blood.
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