Ye Ping left with her lips and Ye Fan also returned to the dormitory. When he entered the room, he saw that the others had not come back yet, Ye Fan took out his "white teeth" from his sleeve.

Compared to ordinary daggers, it is much narrower and longer. The blade is not straight but has a curve. It looks a bit like the snake's hooked teeth, but it's not clear where it is white. Ye Fan held it in his hand and gestured twice, and someone behind him said, "Damn, such a big guy."

Ye Fan was shocked and almost stabbed himself directly. He turned around and held the dagger behind him. He saw Yan Bing standing at the bathroom door, carrying his pants, shouting at him: "It's me, why are you hiding!"

Ye Fan said angrily: "Why didn't you flush after you go to the toilet?"

"Save water." Yan Bing said righteously and then stretched out his hand: "You guys show me."

Ye Fan couldn't hide it anymore, so he had to hand it over. Yan Bing took it and marveled, exclaiming: "It's amazing, it's your ancestors!"

Ye Fan didn't know how to explain the origin of such an unusual guy, so he had to agree vaguely. He cursed Baiya, you, the vulgar old man, who would take advantage of me if he died.

Yan Bing played for a while and gave Ye Fan a serious reminder: "Please keep it away, don't let the two see it, otherwise you should suspect that you are going to dismember them and stuff them into the wardrobe."

Ye Fan didn't say anything, thinking that you should say it. Yan Bing supervised Ye Fan to stuff white teeth into the deepest layer of the wardrobe, and then said, "Go to eat!"

Ye Fan said without raising his head, "I've eaten it."

Yan Bing asked: "What are you eating?"

"fried rice."

Yan Bing's eyes rounded, and he picked up the rice bowl and shouted, "There is fried rice today! Damn, I have to go quickly." As he said that, he rushed out of the door. Ye Fan sighed behind him, and he was so excited that he was like this.

That afternoon, Ye Fan followed Zhou Yun's instructions and did not go to the playground to be a cheerleader. He was alone in the room thinking about the "dark clouds and rehabilitation path" that came from the crow's stolen command.

In fact, the crow used this trick only for a moment, but for some reason he had such a deep impression, and the impression did not come from his mind, but seemed to come from his body. Ye Fan felt a little strange when he recalled it himself.

Ye Fan tried to swing it again, and he could feel that the breath was flowing in harmony when moving. But according to what Ye Ping and Liu Qing said, the different moves of this technique are not only in appearance, but also in the direction of the breath, because breath is the key to exerting its power.

On the surface, the moves are nothing more than a move, and anyone can imitate them. After being proficient, they are naturally sure of accuracy, but the power must be driven by breath. Logically speaking, I don’t know how to flow the breath with the “dark clouds and the way”, but why the breath flows naturally when used.

Ye Fan couldn't think of the reason, and he was even worried that this was the case when Liu Qing said that "going into trouble" happened. Although the breath flowed too smoothly when he used it, this feeling was familiar. He also had this feeling during the process of practicing "receiving" and "release", which should be just because he was not proficient.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and made up his mind to continue practicing again. Now he is not allowing the breath to flow naturally to cooperate, but consciously controlling the breath. To outsiders, Ye Fan is just repeating the movement of waving his hand and beating his elbow, but only Ye Fan himself knows the nuances of each breath flow.

Ye Fan hasn't experienced the novelty brought by this new move for a long time. He enjoyed it for a while and gradually forgot the danger of "going into a devil". He has been struggling for so much afternoon.

The three people in the dormitory came back and entered the door and were startled. They saw that his face was flushed, sweating all over, and steam seemed to be coming out of his head. Yan Bing probably understood what he did, and Li Dawei glared at him and said, "What are you doing? Just took a shower?"

Even if he had a bath, he only had cold showers in the dormitory, and he could only rub his body red, and he would never even have a face red. Ye Fan breathed a long time, suddenly lay on the ground and pushed up a few push-ups, jumped up and said, "It's okay, I'm doing exercises. I'm so tired."

Li Dawei nodded and patted Chen Yongxu beside him and said, "Did you see, you have to practice this body like this? Have you practiced to this level?"

Chen Yongxu, who had always admired the physical fitness of the three people in the dormitory, shook his head in admiration: "I've never."

Ye Fan came over and patted him and said, "For the sake of the girl, work hard."

Chen Yongxu nodded seriously. He would admire the three of them so much because he saw that the three of them were showing off in front of the girl with their bodies.

Ye Fan went into the bathroom to take a shower, and his sweat was washed away. Ye Fan pinched his fists. Although he practiced for a whole afternoon, the more Ye Fan practiced, he felt that there were many problems, mainly the coordination between breath flow and movements. But sooner or later he could practice perfection. If he mastered it so quickly, Ye Fan could not believe that this would be the skill of a master like Crow. As for how to practice something that is so obsessed, Ye Fan had ruled out this possibility.

This is probably an innate talent. Ye Fan was naked in the bathroom until Yan Bing pounded the door outside and shouted: "Okay, no, I want to go to the bathroom."

The next day, Ye Fan felt that it was completely necessary for him to continue practicing. There were not many opportunities to go to college alone after going to college. So he asked the three of them to take the time for him and specifically emphasized that he must tell Zhou Yun that his health has not improved today.

Li Dawei and Chen Yongxu were still confused, but Yan Bing expected the hidden truth and dragged the two away.

Ye Fan was still in his back, and he didn't want to get up even if he was beaten to death. As soon as the three of them went out, they immediately turned over and went down to the ground and started practicing immediately.

It was still such a seemingly simple move. Ye Fan knew that without the cooperation of breath, it would only have ordinary speed and power. All he had to do was to practice the best breath and exert the maximum power. But Ye Fan had already seen that this move "Wulian Fudao" was much stronger than the few moves in his "star killing technique". Could it be that "star killing technique" was just stronger than the exercise of the body and breath, and was it so weak in actual combat?

Ye Fan couldn't concentrate and stopped in a hurry. In this way, he could definitely have a dangerous event of "going into a devil".

Ye Fan's loss at this moment can be imagined, but he suddenly had a whim: Could it be that it was because of the powerful moves that he had to learn after he felt the breath, but because his father was no longer there at that time, he did not learn all of them?

Ye Fan read out all the words "star killing technique" that his father had said, and chewed them one by one, trying to make things happen out of nothing. As a result, he only felt even more lost. There was no sign in his father's words that there were any upgraded moves in the "star killing technique". Only when he had learned "star killing technique" at that time, there seemed to be a little room for exploration in his father's words.

At that time, my father said that he had just learned the method of cultivation, but he could not say that he had practiced it. He had to rely on himself to practice it. Will there be any mystery? Ye Fan repeatedly thought about it. It was normal to understand it. He said that he had just finished learning it and was not proficient. Then why didn’t my father say that he was proficient? Ye Fan sniped the words desperately. Until the end, he felt that he was really an idiot.

Waving his hand to dispel these thoughts. Since there are no moves, I will learn from others. However, what Liu Qing and others meant to be impossible... At this point, Ye Fan suddenly felt shocked. He had also practiced the "Dark Cloud Recovery" for a long time, and his only feeling was that his power was getting stronger and stronger, which was completely different from what they said. Is it because they intentionally hide their own private scheming, or is it that their "star killing technique" has such characteristics...

Of course it was the latter. Ye Fan was excited. The theory that Liu Qing and the others mentioned was completely logical. It turned out that the real magic of "star killing technique" was here. Ye Fan suddenly remembered Lu Xun, and it was so good to use it as a ideology.

Then Ye Fan's spirit rose again, and suddenly jumped up and turned around and kicked. The balcony guardrail three meters away made a "bang" sound, and the walls fell down, revealing the bricks inside. This was Yan Bing's air bomb, and he should have tried it long ago. Then he wanted to try Yan Bing's kick with the air bomb, but he could no longer remember what that move was like.

At this time, countless heads emerged from the balcony of the dormitory building opposite, and sometimes a "what sound" asked. Ye Fan stuck out his tongue, and he was too excited. However, this move was just powerful. Even if the practitioners noticed it, they should consider themselves as a useless person like Yan Bing!

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the balcony again. The one that had taken off the wall was neatly shaped, as if it had been dug out by man. Ye Fan went over and kicked off two more walls and nodded with satisfaction.

At noon, the three of them noticed this at a glance, rushed up and shouted: "What's going on!"

Ye Fan was about to tell the story he made up, but the three of them were already criticizing him sternly: "Why don't you sweep the wall if it falls off?"

Ye Fan was stunned and quickly took a broom and dustpan to work. The three of them supervised him. Li Dawei shook his head and sighed: "Tofu shit, it's really Tofu shit. I hope this building will not collapse before graduation!"

In the afternoon, the three of them went out, and Ye Fan hurriedly hurried in the house to practice martial arts. In the three days of the sports meeting, Ye Fan never showed up again. Looking at Yan Bing's happy mental outlook, he probably had the limelight in these three days. At least he was already well-known in the school. Most people were wondering that the Chinese department should have produced some weak scholars, so why are there so many people flying now? Zhou Yun had Zhou Yun last year, and Yan Bing this year. This made Ye Fan even more sure that the people who practice martial arts must have shrunk into the house and practice martial arts like themselves in the past three days.
Chapter completed!