402: Brother loses brother

The feeling that I have to admit... Indra's mouth is full of bitterness, and it has never been as bitter as it is today. Qin Fen will definitely make some noise as soon as he appears, and it will be bigger every time.

"The premise is to abandon his star-level strength." Indra's bitter tongue finally felt a hint of sweetness: "In real battles, star-level strength is still crucial. This young man does surpass the general genius, but he still has a flaw, that is, star-level strength. Even if he is in the explosive period of strength growth, it still takes a certain amount of time. He will definitely not be able to survive this glorious tradition!"

Ferrero looked at Qin Fen on the screen in silence. In the past two days, this young man's performance can only be described as a brilliant genius who emerged from nowhere to describe how outstanding he is.

However, no matter how talented young warriors are, they still cannot cover up their biggest flaw, which is the problem of star strength.

After the first glorious tradition failed to be executed, warriors of other years will come in waves like a tide that broke the dam. It may only take a few days, ten days or even dozens of days, and warriors with star-level strength far better than Qin Fen will appear.

Ferrero's joyful eyes were filled with a faint worry, while Indra's bitter eyes were filled with a faint joy. Time is an indispensable and important existence for almost any warrior.

Qin Fen? Indra Shitian smiled, his eyes did not leave Qin Fen in the monitor, wanting to see how he dealt with this sudden apprenticeship.

The martial arts lecture hall was quiet, but the minds of young warriors were still chaotic. The apprenticeship came too suddenly and too weird. The news was full of explosiveness, and it was blown up by the person who heard the news.

Qin Fen looked at Ren Tiansheng's extremely serious expression, and his mind showed the expression of Ji Zhen Xuanyi's apprenticeship that day, and an indescribable bitter smile appeared on his face.

On that day, Zhen Xuanyi was a disciple. Now he thinks about it a little reckless and reckless, and he can even say that he doesn’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

Another lecturer in the Holy Martial Arts Hall who is higher than his star as his apprentice? Qin Fen's thick eyebrows condensed into the word "well". A fourteen-star warrior would not have no foundation at all. Such a thing is really a bit rash.

"Brother Ren, I don't think we should communicate with each other..."

"Trial?" Ren Tiansheng shook his head and waved his hands and sighed repeatedly: "To be honest, if you are qualified to compete with your master, then I really don't want to worship you as your master. After all, a forty-year-old warrior with fourteen-star ranks is absurd to become a master of a nineteen-year-old ten-star warrior! It can be said that since the rise of martial arts, there has never been such a thing."

Everyone nodded repeatedly when they heard this. Ren Tiansheng was right. No matter how he heard this, it seemed like a joke on April Fool's Day on April 1, but today is not April Fool's Day on April 1.

"Oh!" Ren Tiansheng sighed again with heavy sigh: "But the problem is that in the foundation of martial arts, the master is deeper than me, and not a little deeper. If I admit that I am discussing and communicating with my master instead of becoming a disciple in this situation, then I would be really shameless. So, no matter what you say, I will regard you as a master! Without your finger, I might always stagnate on the shock of the fourth level of true qi, and not like what I am now..."

Ren Tiansheng gently opened his five fingers, felt the sensation of the level 5 true qi in his body, raised his head and closed his eyes, and felt indescribable comfort on his face.

How many years have passed! How many days and nights are for pursuing this feeling! Ren Tiansheng felt excited and was about to cry.

Qin Fen smiled helplessly. If he had known that today would be like this, he really shouldn't have come to listen to this class. He didn't learn much, but he gave a guide to the lecturer.

After Ren Tiansheng made such a fuss about teaching, it was impossible to continue. As a lecturer, Ren Tiansheng has the right to end this course at any time. The course that everyone waited for seven days ended in vain.

Everyone formed a small group in groups and communicated with each other to a certain extent. Qin Fen listened to a few words and was not interested in listening.

This is not because the level of martial arts discussed by young warriors is too shallow, but because everyone has reservations to speak, and this kind of discussion based on reservations is the most boring.

Qin Fen noticed that the young man who had been sitting in the last row since the beginning of listening to the lecture, and is still sitting alone in the last row. He looks so lonely. He obviously has no young warriors around him, but it gives people a sense of being outspoken with him.

Qin Fen rubbed his eyes several times. The feeling just now was not an illusion, but the aura of the strange young man in front of him was faintly scattered above the other young men around him, or he didn't even look down at the other young warriors.

The lonely young warrior and Qin Fen met with his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on his cheeks. He waved to Qin Fen's posture not long ago.

Qin Fen didn't need to look at the others beside him. This wave could feel clearly. He was waving to himself, not waving to others for invitation.

Qin Fen walked up to the young warrior and sat down naturally.

"Have the control of qi and blood shock reached its limit?"

The young warrior's sudden opening was obviously very abrupt, but Qin Fen heard it and felt an indescribable naturalness in his ears, as if this young warrior should have this vision.

"Yes, by then the shock of the bone marrow has not reached its control limit."

Qin Fen said without any hesitation. In front of this young warrior, he felt that even if he wanted to hide the page, he could not hide it.

This is a completely unreasonable judgment. Qin Fen thinks that if he insists on explaining, it is the seventh sense of a man. Since women can have the sixth sense, why can't men have the seventh sense?

"Oh, is that right? Come on." The young warrior did not show any surprise. Everything seemed to be chatting about family matters, rather than exploring the profound martial arts, "The true qi, qi and blood, bone marrow, and the three levels of shock at the same time, each has its own frequency, and resonates with each other, so it is better to be endless."

"Yes." Qin Fen nodded repeatedly: "It's easy to say, but it's really not easy to do."

The young warrior nodded with an approval look: "It's indeed a bit difficult."

Qin Fen turned his head and looked at the young warrior, showing his silver-white teeth and smiled: "Try it?"

"No, you can't beat me now, it's boring."

"Is that true?" Qin Fen's fighting spirit has been increasing unconsciously since he sat beside the young warrior: "But, I still want to try it."

"I have to fight?"

"Try it." Qin Fen looked at the young warrior: "There is no need to suppress the fighting spirit in his heart. If you want to do it, do it."

The young warrior smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with the same increasing interest. It has been a while since no one can see his urge to move in his body.

"Who is Qin Fen!"

A domineering and provocative shout exploded out of thin air, attracting the attention of the young warriors who were discussing the shock of their true energy.

The man walking in front had beautiful brown hair and not burly figure that was unconcealed with fierce arrogance. The green eyes flashing with angry and hatred stared at Qin Fen, obviously knowing who was Qin Fen among these people.

The man standing beside this man, all the young warriors knew Samartin Peak in the inner Saint Martial Arts Hall. He was 70 to 80% similar to the man who shouted beside him. Those who knew his information immediately thought of his brother, Samarent, who was also in the Saint Martial Arts Hall.

Samatinfeng stood beside his brother like a nail. The joints that were dislocated by Qin Fen before were completely spliced ​​with the help of others, but the hatred of being defeated by someone else's move did not disappear.

"The newcomers who came yesterday successfully avoided the glorious traditions. They stood up for me!" Samalent's left and right fists and palms hit him. The blue arc and the sound of bones and flesh colliding sounded like muffled thunder. The dust on the ground was forced to spread and drift away.

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The martial arts lecture hall was almost quiet. Xue Tian yawned boredly in his arms, holding Ju Hedao, without looking back, let alone looking at the other party.

Caesar whispered with Brooks and they tied their wrists together, directly engaged in an offensive and defensive competition with the shock of true energy, and did not look up at each other.

Samalent's eyes were a little surprised. He had considered Qin Fen's possible reaction before. Even the other party's arrogant attitude of claiming to defeat Hades, the little Pluto, thought of how to ridicule and attack the other party's arrogance. At the same time, he took advantage of the excuse of implementing the glorious tradition to clean up Qin Fen and others who beat their younger brother.

However, Samalent never expected that his eleven-star top warrior would come here to provoke a riot, but there was not even a person who could even speak.

The young man immediately stopped in the air with his butt on the wooden stake, his eyes flashing and said, "It seems that someone is going to cause trouble for you."

"Oh, how about it? Fight now?"

The young warrior looked at Samarente not far away from the corner of his eyes and asked Qin Fen curiously: "Don't you go and solve this problem first?"

Qin Fen looked at the young warrior in front of him strangely and asked, "Do you think that's a problem?"

"This..." The young warrior thought seriously for a second with a serious expression, and then shook his head very seriously: "No."

Qin Fen shrugged: "That's it, let's fight."

Slap... Slap... Slap...

In a state of furious state, Samalent's fist was constantly clenched because of his excessive clench. When he was clearly in trouble, the newcomer was shockingly not looking at him from beginning to end. This humiliation was even more embarrassing than slapping two people in public.

Angry, Samalent has never been so angry! No matter who it is today, these two young people will have to lie in the hospital for half a year!

Gao Chen re-adjusted the detector. Just now, because there was no special situation, the camera did not follow Qin Fen, but scanned other positions around him. Soon the camera pointed at Qin Fen's body again.
Chapter completed!