The little fat man's family is as rich as the country, and he really doesn't pay attention to ordinary things.
Zhao Yufan didn't intend to give him anything, but planned to teach him the martial art of Wind Slash.
He glanced at the little fat man and asked, "You are using a knife, right?"
"Yes."
The little fat man nodded and looked at Zhao Yufan suspiciously.
He didn't understand why he knew that the weapon he used was a knife.
"How do you know what weapon I use?"
"Look at your figure" Zhao Yufan said calmly.
Hearing this, the little fat man's mouth twitched and he was speechless.
Aren't you just a little fatter?
How could you tell that he was using a knife?
He was clearly laughing at himself, what a bastard.
He cursed the Sword God secretly in his heart, but the little fat man's eyes were full of curiosity, "You don't want to teach me martial arts, do you?
I'll tell you the truth, I don't care about martial arts below the earth level."
"You will be satisfied."
Zhao Yufan said confidently, took out an iron sword from the storage ring, and said solemnly: "I am teaching you a martial art called Swift Wind Slash.
I will practice it with the sword.
You Look carefully."
"I know."
The little fat man said lazily, his eyes looking elsewhere from time to time.
He was really not interested in the martial arts that Zhao Yufan taught him.
When he was at home, he only looked at earth-level martial arts.
How could he pay attention to ordinary martial arts?
Here.
I thought Zhao Yufan would practice in the tent, but he jumped outside and started practicing in the rain.
The little fat man was originally going to do it perfunctorily, but when he saw Zhao Yufan practicing his sword skills so seriously in the rain, he was too embarrassed not to look.
He had no choice but to stare pitifully at Zhao Yufan flying in the rain.
It's okay not to stare at Zhao Yufan.
His eyes just stared at Zhao Yufan and he couldn't move away.
A pair of small eyes wanted to hang on Zhao Yufan to watch.
The shocked look froze on his face and could not dissipate for a long time.
In the eyes of the little fat man, the most Zhao Yufan will teach him is Xuanji martial arts, because it is impossible for Zhao Yufan to possess earth-level martial arts.
Of course, what Zhao Yufan is teaching him now is not earth-level martial arts, or even Xuan-level and Huang-level martial arts. , but a skill in using a knife.
Martial arts are a type of moves, and skills need to be understood by oneself.
At this time, Zhao Yufan's practice is a skill with a knife.
Many people cannot understand this skill in their lifetime, and its value is not at the same level as earth-level martial arts.
Because earth-level martial arts can be obtained in various ways, and sometimes only one person knows this kind of skill, and they cannot buy it even with money.
Swift Wind Slash is just like the Shocking Sword.
Although it is also a move, this move cannot be learned through a book of martial arts.
It requires guidance.
Even if someone guides you, you may not be able to learn it in your life, because it contains Some kind of realization.
The little fat man watched attentively, mesmerized.
There was only Zhao Yufan's dancing figure in front of him.
As for the dense raindrops, he had long ignored them.
In the wind and rain, Zhao Yufan's sword was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes soft and sometimes strong, which was extremely strange.
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His sword moved wildly in the wind and rain.
Every thrust of the sword would hit a raindrop.
Every sweep of the sword would avoid the crazy rainstorm.
An invisible light shield seemed to appear around him, absorbing the surrounding raindrops.
All isolated.
There are puddles and raindrops on the ground in other places, except where Zhao Yufan dances his sword.
There are only his messy footprints and bunches of sword light.
Putting away his sword, Zhao Yufan tapped his feet on the ground, jumped up to the little fat man, held the iron sword in front of him, and asked: "How?"
The little fat man didn't hear Zhao Yufan's words.
At this time, he was thinking about the scene that Zhao Yufan had just practiced.
After a long time, he realized that there was a sword in front of him.
He was so frightened that he immediately took a few steps back, stared and asked, "Why are you trying to kill people?"
" "I asked you how your sword skills were just now," Zhao Yufan repeated.
The little fat man curled his lips and said reluctantly: "It's very powerful.
In my eyes, your sword skills are better than earth-level martial arts.
Thank you."
Before Zhao Yufan could speak, he said warily: "But this is you If you are willing to teach Fatty, Fatty is not begging you.
If I ask you to help me in the future, you can’t refuse.”
Zhao Yufan knew that the little fat man was not simple.
Even if he was generous, he would not be able to give him earth-level martial arts skills for no reason.
Frowning slightly, he asked curiously: "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"
"Fat Master, I just want to challenge the Sword Demon.
We are all sword masters and can compete with him.
But what I am pursuing now is that this Sword Demon Shenlong has never been seen.
I can't find him.
You guys Isn’t he a friend?
I should be able to find him.
Remember, I must make him agree to my challenge, understand?”
"So simple."
Zhao Yufan looked at the little fat man in surprise.
This matter was difficult for others, but it was easy for him because he was the sword demon.
"Can you please just look relaxed?
I used the power of my family, but unfortunately I still haven't found him.
I guess only you and Zhao Yufan know his whereabouts."
Seeing the little fat man's expectant look, Zhao Yufan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, he will come to you in person."
The little fat man nodded, suddenly let out a light sigh, looked outside the tent, and said in surprise: "Someone is coming."
Zhao Yufan also looked outside suspiciously.
In the heavy rain, two figures were chasing each other, one behind the other, with Yuanyuan in front and Zhang Qing behind.
Seeing the two of them, Zhao Yufan had a sly smile on his lips.
If the little fat man came here accidentally, he would still believe it, but these two guys must have come here on purpose.
"Zhang Qing, Yuanyuan," Zhao Yufan said.
Yuanyuan ran into the tent and looked at Zhao Yufan with some surprise: "You know us?"
He looked around casually, as if he regarded this place as his home.
Zhang Qing stood there awkwardly and said nothing.
"I heard Zhao Yufan talk about you."
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Zhao Yufan said lightly, feeling that what he said was a bit funny, but he couldn't laugh at this time.
"Since you are Zhao Yufan's friend, you are my friend.
You are welcome, sit down."
The two nodded and suddenly looked at the little fat man, with some surprise and curiosity in their eyes.
Yuanyuan couldn't help but ask: "Little fat man, are you really from the Qian family?"
The little fat man's eyes widened and he pretended to be angry and said, "Why do you, little fat man, call me Fat Master from now on?"
"Fat Sun is not bad."
Yuanyuan rolled her eyes, hugged the little fat man's neck familiarly, and said with a smile: "I heard that your family's money is too much to burn, is it true?"
"Idiot," the little fat man curled his lips and said, disdainfully answering Yuanyuan's question.
Zhao Yufan also smiled bitterly and shook his head, explaining: "The texture of the spirit stone is extremely hard.
A piece of spirit stone can be burned by ordinary fire for a day and a night.
According to you, we can't even burn all our money."
Being reminded by Zhao Yufan, Yuanyuan suddenly woke up, patted her forehead, and said with a smile: "Haha, it rained so hard just now, it hit my head and made me a little dizzy
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