Everyone looked at him with surprise and disdain.
Out of the 31 students in the class, only An Sheng was surprised by him.
Yang Fan purposely glanced at Hua Yue in the front row. He noticed that Hua Yue was not looking at him at all. Instead, it was Xia Zixuan who was beside Hua Yue who smiled coldly at him with some disgust in her eyes.
Yang Fan shook his head and smiled. He did not know if the memories in the game could be taken seriously, but he no longer had any fantasies about Hua Yue. They were not from the same world. It was ridiculous to have a crush on her.
Without strength, others wouldn't even look you in the eye, let alone be a couple and fly away together.
He was too young in the past!
"Bro, I advise you to give up. That woman is not as pure as she looks."
Seeing where Yang Fan's gaze fell, An Sheng could not help but remind Yang Fan again, "None of the women who come from noble families are pure. Some of the more pure and lovely women look, the more scheming and ruthless they are."
Yang Fan raised his head and looked at An Sheng in surprise. This little fatty had a good eye for people. Yang Fan hadn't realized that An Sheng was actually a hidden ruthless character.
"What about you?" Yang Fan asked An Sheng, "Didn't you always say that your grandfather is Master An Le? The Federation's first master-level telekinesis master. Does that mean that the family behind him is also considered a noble family?"
"You believe my bullsh * t? Naive! " An Sheng shook his head in denial. "If I'm really Master An Le's grandson, why would I sit next to you in this stupid school for three years? Are you kidding me?"
Yang Fan nodded. An explanation was a cover-up. He could basically confirm that this guy was An Le's grandson.
An Sheng felt a little guilty under Yang Fan's stare, so he quickly changed the topic. "How about it? Do you want to go out for a meal tonight to celebrate your years of hard work finally paying off?"
"You're treating?"
"Of course, I'm going to your house for a meal!" An Sheng wasn't embarrassed at all and said matter-of-factly, "Let me tell you, Uncle and Auntie like me a lot. If I go, they'll definitely welcome me!"
Yang Fan turned his head away, too lazy to bother with him. Seeing Huang Zhong strolling over to their side with his hands behind his back, Yang Fan hurriedly got up and walked over to greet him.
"Teacher Huang, there are still some parts of the Barbarian Bull Fist that I didn't quite understand. Could I trouble you to give me a simple explanation?"
Yang Fan asked directly, and Huang Zhong was a little confused for a moment.
Did this Yang Fan eat the wrong medicine? Why is he so studious today?
"Yang Fan, it's good to be motivated, but remember not to bite off more than you can chew." Huang Zhong coughed lightly and said to Yang Fan, "This set of Barbarian Bull Fist is not suitable for you to learn now. Wait until you reach the fourth level of Martial Disciple before you ask me this question."
After saying that, Huang Zhong walked around Yang Fan with his hands behind his back and walked over to Yan Han. With a smile on his face, he took the initiative to ask Yan Han, "Student Yan Han, did you see my demonstration clearly just now? Is there anything you don't understand? Tell me now and I'll give you a private lesson!"
Yan Han replied, "Thank you Teacher Huang, but I already mastered the Barbarian Bull Fist last semester, so I don't need to trouble Teacher Huang."
"En, not bad!" Huang Zhong nodded his head in satisfaction and said warmly, "I've never doubted Student Yan Han's talent. However, this Barbarian Bull Fist is easy to learn but hard to master. If you want to practice it to the level of Master or even Small Perfection, it's not something that can be done overnight. Teacher has a few tips here, are you sure you don't want to hear them? "
Yang Fan, "…"
This Barbarian Huang, could he be any more thorough in his bootlicking?
At this time, An Sheng quietly reached out and pulled Yang Fan back to his seat. He said in a low voice, "How is it, this time you've seen the true face of Barbarian Huang?"
"But it's no wonder. Yan Han is not only handsome, his martial arts level is high, and he's also the only son of the Yan family. Not only Huang Zhong, but in the entire Hua Nan Martial Arts School, how many teachers don't fawn over him and treat him favorably?"
An Sheng's tone was a little sour. It was as if the grapes were sour because they couldn't eat them.
Tall, rich, handsome, and so talented in martial arts. Moreover, he had a good temper and knew how to work hard. It was as if all the good points in the world were concentrated on this one person.
Not only was An Sheng envious, jealous, and hateful, but in the entire class 29, and even in the entire Hua Nan Martial Arts School, how many boys didn't have such thoughts?
Yang Fan was speechless. What did this have to do with Yan Han? He just wanted to get more proficiency points from Huang Zhong.
"Here, look at what this is!"
As if seeing through Yang Fan's thoughts, An Sheng directly took off the sunglasses hanging on his head and handed it to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan was at a loss. He didn't know what An Sheng meant by this.
"Didn't you want Barbarian Huang to demonstrate a few more Bull Fists? Try it on, there's a surprise." An Sheng winked at Yang Fan, his face full of confidence.
Yang Fan opened the sunglasses and put them in front of his eyes. Then, his vision blurred, and he seemed to be in a spacious virtual space.
In the virtual space, there was a figure with a blurry face who was continuously practicing the Bull Fists. The force of the fists overflowed, and the bull roared.
With every punch, there would be a solid bull's force gushing out, and the angry roar of the bull would come from it.
Yang Fan was shocked. Looking at the momentum, this person's Bull Fists had already reached the level of perfection. It was much stronger than Huang Zhong's by more than a little!
Amazing!
Where did this video come from? Who was this person practicing the Bull Fists?
Yang Fan focused his eyes and realized that the martial artist practicing the Bull Fists was dressed in black, and his face was covered with a golden cloth. He couldn't see his face clearly, let alone his identity.
Yang Fan didn't want to leave the virtual space to ask An Sheng what was going on. At this moment, seeing the mysterious person practicing the Bull Fists, his mind was restless. His blood was boiling, and his consciousness was completely immersed in it.
"You've seen the mysterious Grandmaster practicing the Bull Fists. You've gained a deeper understanding of the Bull Fists. Skill proficiency + 500."
"You've seen the mysterious Grandmaster practicing the Bull Fists. You've gained a deeper understanding of the Bull Fists. Skill proficiency + 500."
"…"
Awesome!
When the system notification sounded, Yang Fan couldn't believe his ears. The mysterious person opposite him was actually a Martial Dao Grandmaster!
Moreover, the skill proficiency was five times that of Huang Zhong's! A total of 500 points!
He was going to be rich!
At this moment, Yang Fan was even more reluctant to leave. This kind of opportunity was hard to come by. If he missed it, he was afraid that he would regret it so much that his intestines would turn green.
Over and over again, the video of the mysterious Grandmaster practicing the Bull Fists played in the virtual space. Yang Fan never got tired of watching it.
Finally, when he watched it for the fifth time, the long-awaited system notification finally came.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host. The Bull Fists skill proficiency has reached 10000. The Bull Fists has reached perfection. Your understanding of the Bull Fists has deepened. Blood Strength + 80, Strength + 30, Agility + 15, Damage + 1000. Skill proficiency + 1000. Current skill proficiency (11000100000), Damage (21002100). "
"Ding! Congratulations to the host. Your Blood Strength has met the promotion requirements. You have successfully advanced to Level 4 Martial Disciple! Your physical fitness has greatly improved. Blood Strength + 30, Strength + 30, Vitality + 30, Agility + 30. "
He actually advanced again!
Yang Fan's blood rushed to his chest. An indescribable joy rushed to his brain.
He had not broken through for ten years, but he had broken through twice in one day. This kind of opportunity, for a good-for-nothing with almost no talent in martial arts, was simply unprecedented!
"Check my character stats!"
Yang Fan said in his heart. Soon, his character stats panel appeared in front of him.
Character Name: Yang Fan
Blood Strength: 230230 (Martial Disciple Level 4 230400)
Mental Power: 3061 (Awakened Mental Power: 61100)
Strength: 191
Vitality: 108
Agility: 152
Intelligence: 58
Skills: Basic Breathing (9991000), Barbarian Bull Fist (11000100000), Burning Cloud Steps (9991000), Beginner Healing (2/100), Hypnosis (1001000)
Level 4 Martial Disciple, his three attributes had greatly improved. More importantly, his Bull Fists had also reached the level of perfection. If he really used it, his actual combat strength would at least reach the level of a Martial Disciple Level 6 or even Martial Disciple Level 7.
This was why people often said that if one didn't have enough talent, they could make up for it with martial skills.
When a martial skill was cultivated to a certain level, it would have a certain increase in combat strength. Even if it was the most common Common Level martial skill, if it was cultivated to perfection, or even the Spirit Realm, it would be easy for one to fight above their level.
Therefore, when many martial artists knew that it would be difficult for their cultivation to improve in a short period of time, they would calm down and choose one or several martial skills to study, hoping to increase their actual combat strength.
However, the cultivation of martial skills was too dry and tedious. Moreover, it required a high level of comprehension. Many martial artists, when cultivating martial skills, were easy to learn but difficult to master. Even the initial Beginner Level was extremely difficult, let alone Proficient, Perfection, or even the legendary Spirit Realm.
On the opposite side, the mysterious Martial Master was still practicing. Yang Fan continued to stare without blinking.
When his Bull Fists had reached perfection, his understanding of the Bull Fists had also become deeper and deeper. When he saw the mysterious Martial Master's fist technique again, it seemed to be even clearer and more thorough. The things that he didn't understand before were now easily understood.
"You have watched the mysterious Martial Master practice the Bull Fists. Your heart has been enlightened, and your understanding of the Bull Fists has become more thorough. Skill proficiency + 50."
"…"
The skill proficiency had directly decreased by ten times, from the previous + 500 to + 50. The speed of progress had once again become like a snail's crawl. If he wanted to increase the proficiency of the Bull Fists by 100,000 points, he didn't know how long it would take.
However, even if it was like this, Yang Fan wasn't willing to directly quit.
It was still the same sentence, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat. + 50 was actually quite a lot. If he missed this village, he didn't know if he would be able to find such a shop again.
"Eh? It seems like someone is sneak attacking me?! "
Yang Fan, who was seriously watching the Martial Master practice and continuously increasing his skill proficiency, suddenly raised his eyebrows. He felt an extremely strong sense of danger suddenly attacking him from behind, as if someone was attacking him from the outside.
Courting death!
Yang Fan didn't even think about it. Like a conditioned reflex, he used a "Bull Piercing the Heart". His right fist was tightly clenched, and he punched out diagonally behind him.
"Moo!!"
When the force was released, the bull appeared!
Following Yang Fan's casual punch, a seemingly solid giant bull suddenly appeared out of thin air. It directly held the bull's head, and with its horns shining, it mercilessly rammed towards the sneak attacker.
"Ah ….. Bang!!"
With a blood-curdling scream, a seventh level Martial Disciple flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He flew a full five meters before Huang Zhong reacted and caught him in time.
Huang Zhong caught the person with his left hand and punched with his right. Relying on his strength as a sixth level Martial Master, he shattered the charging bull phantom with a single punch. He then lowered his head to look at his fist, and discovered that the skin around his finger joints had been torn in many places, and a faint red liquid was seeping out.
As for the student in his hand, his sternum was cracked, three of his ribs were broken, his lungs were injured, and his internal organs were displaced. He was seriously injured. Just now, if he hadn't seen that the situation was not good, he would've caught him in time and taken advantage of the opportunity to disperse the Qi on his body. This unlucky guy would've most likely died!
"What a powerful Bull Strength, what a savage method of fighting!"
Huang Zhong's heart trembled. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at Yang Fan, who had launched this attack. The expression on his face kept changing.
From the momentum created by the punch just now, Yang Fan's attainments in the Barbarian Bull Fist had definitely reached the Great Perfection Stage!
"Is this guy a monster?"
At such a young age, he was actually able to practice the Bull Fist to such an awesome realm. This made Huang Zhong, who had been practicing the Bull Fist for more than twenty years and was still only at the realm of perfection, somewhat difficult to accept.
What was even more laughable was that when Yang Fan ran over to him to learn the Bull Fist, he even ridiculed him, saying that Yang Fan's strength was too low, and that he wasn't worthy of learning the Bull Fist. He even told him to wait until he was a fourth level Martial Disciple before coming back.
Now, in less than half an hour, Yang Fan really broke through to the fourth level of Martial Disciple. Furthermore, his Bull Fist had already reached the realm of perfection, one level higher than him, the teacher in charge of the class.
This slap to the face, it was fucking swollen!
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