"Luo Yao, serve when you are ready." Lin Fan was ready and couldn't wait.

Compared to playing chess and thinking, I feel that this sport is much easier and easier to get started.

"good…"

Saint Luo Yao was trembling with fear, and she was struggling to hold the racket.

After a beat, I couldn't grasp the strength well, but I was reluctant to pass the Internet.

"not bad!"

Lin Fan laughed and praised, ran a few steps forward, raised his racket and hit him back.

Here comes!

Saint Luo Yao held the racket tightly, sweating coldly, and prepared herself, looking like she was going to do her best.

Little did they know that when the racket hits badminton.

In an instant, the powerful and heavy power came again.

ah!

Saint Luo Yao screamed in surprise, turned over and ran away, and fell to the ground with the racket.

"Luo Yao?" Lin Fan was confused.

It feels like Saint Luo Yao is not like a fake fall, but it seems like she is being shaken down without any force.

What a joke?

In the past life, even children of a few years old could easily get started, which can be described as a people-friendly sport suitable for both young and old.

But now, a cultivator with a high level of cultivation can't even catch a badminton?

"Oh~ I just want to have fun, I just want to compliment me, so there is no need to be so exaggerated, right? It's so difficult for me!" Lin Fan sighed helplessly.

Feeling that Lin Fan seemed a little angry, Saint Luo Yao said aggrievedly: "Young Master, I am sorry for my sins. I am a humble cultivator and failed to pass the test of my son, but the little Jurchen has done his best."

Do your best?

Is there anything that fun?

Are you worthy of those cultivators who fly and hide in the sky and move mountains and seas?

Lin Fan was powerless to complain, but when he saw Saint Luo Yao looking hurt and aggrieved, he really couldn't bear to blame him as a pity.

"It's okay, you can rest for a while. Who will try it?" Lin Fan asked.

"Master, let Ling'er try." Xiao Ling'er volunteered.

"Ling'er, do you know how to play?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Then I won't say much about it. This is a competitive sport and cannot be played by you!"

"yes!"

Xiao Ling'er took the racket.

So heavy!

Xiao Ling'er's forehead was sweating, no wonder Saint Luo Yao was so embarrassed.

This difficulty in practicing is much more difficult than farming.

"Ling'er, let you serve first and find the feeling."

"OK…"

Xiao Ling'er held the racket heavily, feeling very difficult.

However, the badminton in your hand is quite light, forming a huge gap in light and weight, which is really difficult to grasp.

Therefore, this way of practice has greatly improved the improvement of martial arts and weapon control capabilities.

"I must work hard and do my best to not disappoint my master!" Xiao Ling'er bit her jade teeth tightly, swayed the racket, and flew over the badminton racket.

"very good."

Lin Fan skillfully wielded his racket and beat him.

Xiao Ling'er was ready to catch the ball with all his might.

However, when the racket hits the badminton.

Suddenly, a terrifying potential energy, and thunder came in full force.

In terms of cultivation, Xiao Ling'er is even weaker than Saint Luo Yao, and how could he withstand such power?

Bang!

Xiao Ling'er's body and spirit were shocked, and her bones were agitated, and she was also shocked to the ground.

"Ling'er, why are you..." Lin Fan was depressed, and he had already done it lightly enough.

There is no solution, no solution at all!

Princess Linglong and others were shocked.

I feel like this practice is a life-threatening thing.

At this moment, a strange shadow lurked in the clouds.

Yes, the person who came was the ancestor of the evil gods, Huangquan!

"It should be this village, right? It seems nothing unusual, huh? That courtyard..." Huang Quan carefully glanced at Taoyuan Village.

Sure enough, in a yard in the village, many cultivators were found.

"What are they doing?"

Even though Huang Quan was knowledgeable, he could not understand Lin Fan and the others' actions.

Don’t understand, does this have anything to do with practice?

Huang Quan thought secretly and took the exam: "Listen to the description of Xie Long, those so-called laity masters are young boys, extremely low-key and ordinary people, and their cultivation is only in the Qi Refining Realm. Could it be that boy?"

If you want to talk about spiritual veins, there is no.

There are no fairy beasts.

There is no formation, either.

I feel that everything in the whole village is as ordinary as usual.

But the more ordinary it is, the more strange it is.

Especially since there are many cultivators in the entire yard, they seem to be revolving around Lin Fan, which is even more problematic.

"Damn it! What did the old demon Wu Long find in this village? What medicine can be sold in the gourd?" Huang Quan was puzzled, but everything was rooted in Lin Fan.

Although Huang Quan was afraid, he was wiped out by himself, and even if Huang Quan died, he had to understand.

Immediately, Huangquan calmed down his breath and changed into clothes.

Taking advantage of Wu Long's absence, he sneaked into the village.

"Master Long, another cult member has come. I feel that my cultivation is quite strong." Xiao Meng immediately became alert.

"It's another person who comes to give away the heads. It's okay. Doesn't the master just like to play? Without these ungrateful guys, how can the master have fun?" The big yellow dog was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"It seems like he is another fool who is going to be ruined." Xiao Meng continued to sleep loudly.

At this time, Xiao Ling'er stood up in a mess, her face turned pale, and she was obviously very injured.

"Master, it was Ling'er who disappointed you." Xiao Ling'er's tone was weak.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lin Fan sighed.

What can you say?

What else can you say?

Lin Fan was really confused about the so-called cultivator in this world.

Is it really Ling'er and the others who are too spoiled?

The task is arduous and the way is long. It seems that they will have to slowly guide and train their physical fitness in the future.

My body is so fragile, how can I protect myself in the future?

Just as he was worried, an old voice suddenly came: "How about you, let me try it?"

After saying that, an old man who was dressed in plain clothes but could not hide his majestic temperament appeared out of thin air.

"Damn it! Is it a human or a ghost? Where did this old man come out?" Lin Fan was shocked.

Saint Luo Yao and the others looked tight. As cultivators, they could feel that the visitor was not good and had a profound cultivation.

Moreover, being able to sneak into the holy land without realizing it is definitely not an ordinary person.

Lin Fan realized that he had always respected the elderly and loved the young, and did not dare to be rude: "I don't know if my seniors are visiting, I'm sorry to welcome you. I hope you can forgive me."
To be continued...