Chapter 110

(Mr. Gu, I'd like to offer you the ninth one!)

Redemption? The skill of using this metal stick is called redemption?

Mu fan really can't understand the meaning of the name, now black is not in, he is unable to ask.

Looking at Mu fan's bewildered eyes, the corner of his mouth under his cloak is slightly raised. The inheritance of my family in this world, let it flash the first light.

"The prerequisite for learning this skill is to master more than one layer of dark breath. Well, the dark breath on you is moving towards the third level, and now you should have felt some of its benefits. " The fighter could see the details of Mu fan at a glance.

This is definitely beyond the scope of virtual! The wrestler's words let him recognize the huge gap between the two.

"Good, start trying to watch my movements in absolute calm. Remember, the weapon and your arm are one. "

The wrestler puts out a starting action with a stick in his hand, and Mu fan rises with it.

The corner of the mouth under the cloak continued to rise, and the fighter appreciated Mu fan's precise imitation.

"Try to control the muscle strength of your fingers in the dark breathing state, because next, it depends on whether you can tolerate the pain."

Mu fan's eyes widened, and saw that the short stick in the wrestler's fingers rubbed at random, unexpectedly rapidly rotated up, the quiet fighting training room sounded the whine of the wind.

Is it really amazing to rely on the rubbing of fingers? No, Mufan noticed that the finger seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light green fog.

Mu fan tries to rub hard for the first time, get up and fall.

"Three parts. Good. Go on."

If the fighter praises him, he can't satisfy Mu fan. Is this strength only three points?

Mu fan bite teeth, muscle tension up, a twist.

"Four points."

Once, twice, three times.

……

After nearly an hour, Mu fan finally reached five and a half minutes.

The one who opens his mouth, nods his head and whispers

Put his armor wrapped palm on Mufan's head, and a faint green light rises.

Mu fan suddenly feels that he has some more things in his brain, which is a method of controlling the breath in the dark. He uses his mind to control his breath to flow along the specific position.

Ten minutes.

They held their positions and stood here for ten minutes.

The wrestler closed his hand and hid himself in the dark. A faint voice came.

"Again, look at your limits."

Mu fan is still using the black helmet that has been modified, and the pain lock 100% of the helmet.

When he opened his eyes, there was a faint flash of Ancient Runes in his eyes. Dark breath according to their own mind to see the line circulation arm, and then the muscles in absolute calm under the forced control, force!

Mufan only felt the burning pain of his arm. At that moment, he felt that his muscles had broken through the limits of his body. However, under the special stimulation and restraint of the dark breath, Mufan tried to endure the pain of tearing the muscles and released his strength.

Hum! He could see the stick spinning in the air, nearly twice as long as before.

"Less than eight and a half, that's good."

Come again! Mu fan bites his teeth.

Another hour later, Mufan's fingers rub, the short stick has been steadily rotating in Mufan's palm, the same as the previous fighter's action.

"Good. The first move passed." The fighter nodded. The boy's talent in this field was amazing, and what satisfied him was his perseverance to endure hardships and achieve his goals.

When the pointer points to 12 o'clock, Su Xiaomi downstairs curiously looks at the monitoring. Master heifan's room has not been moving. Is it possible that she is sleeping in the daytime?

But the one who doesn't eat?

"Gulu ~" when Su Xiaomi is curious, Mu fan's belly rings out.

He's just mastered the first of the seven redeeming passages, cutting wildly.

The short stick in his hand stabs out like lightning, and then spins abruptly in the palm. With Mu fan's upward movement, the air in front of him seems to be torn and the sound of whistling flashes out. This is only the basic performance of this move. In actual combat, this move can derive more than 60 kinds of changes.

Although the fighter told him that his action had passed the standard, he always felt that there was something wrong with the move. No matter from the name or from the display, he always felt that the weapon in his hand was not as good as that.

Seeing the doubt in Mu fan's eyes, the fighter in the shadow smiles without too much explanation.

"No, I'm so hungry! I'm going to eat! " Mu fan, paralyzed on the ground, gasps and says that even though the training this morning is in Po battle net, the huge consumption of spirit has made Mu fan feel pressure. He has never consumed so much in this game before.

"In an hour, go on." The fighter nodded and his figure was hidden in the dark.……

Su Xiaomi suddenly received a communication from 216 and sent 20 boxes of luxury lunch. When he heard Mu fan's firm voice, he almost pushed out the lunch he had just eaten.

How could master heifan be such a silly eater?

"By the way, do you have sticks in your shop? Any material will do. " Suddenly Mu fan's voice rings again in the communicator.

The brain hole is too big to let Su Xiaomi have no reaction for a while. What do you want to do with a short stick?

Looking down at the corner, there are a few wooden sticks, as if they are used to build a shelf.

"Yes, you can take it by yourself, not by yourself."

"Oh, well, right away."

After Mu fan agrees, he goes out after finishing and goes downstairs to Su Xiaomi, showing a handsome smile.

Su Xiaomi see Mu fan this sunny smile is also infected, want to smile back.

"Where is the stick, please?" Mu fan a word let Su Xiaomi face immediately clear to Yin.

I'm not as good as a stick with me. I'm so angry.

Su Xiaomi shook her face and ignored Mu fan.

Mu fan inexplicably looks at the lovely girl in front of her. She doesn't say anything else. She just said it in the communication.

Mu fan looked along the place Su Xiaomi had just seen, and the sticks were scattered in the corner.

Hey, yeah. Mu fan went to pick it up, just can try.

Su Xiaomi looks at Mu fan like that, and the suspicion in his heart is aggravated. Now, how does that young man look like a martial arts master.

"Hello, here comes the lunch you ordered."

Suddenly a man came in and opened his mouth, holding two trays in his hand. Mufan's luxurious lunch came.

In the hand short stick revolves with the mood joyfully, Mu fan hastens to come forward.

"My meal!" Two eyes become hearts.

"Well, it's a good meal, boy. I'll take one." Suddenly a domineering voice wanted to ring, and then saw a muscle cardia big hand to the tray to grab.

That's mine! Mu fan is anxious, the hand revolves the short stick subconsciously, wants to block that person.

"Hum!" The man saw that there was a boy blocking himself. The scar and cocoon on the palm showed that this man was definitely an old fighter. He had to attack the original master Mufan without any effort.

Mu fan's eyebrows lock, palm power, a strange and unobserved force from the body, spread along the shoulder, arm, the speed of rotation of the short stick in his hand suddenly accelerated three times, like a knife wheel back hand furiously lifted out.

The frenzied cutting of redemption!

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