Yukyo Kiri said, "What you learned before was just the first move of the sword drawing technique: Juhe. Now, I will teach you the remaining two tricks."

After hearing this, Zhang Fan quickly calmed down and listened quietly.

"The second move of sword drawing: Yan Return. Essentials: Draw the sword quickly. Only when you draw the sword and cut it through, you can use this move. When jumping backwards, use the sword drawing to cut..."

Yukyo Kiriki demonstrated as he spoke.

At the same time, some details about Yan Hui were also poured into Zhang Fan's mind.

His understanding of Yan Hui instantly reached the level of Yukini.

"The third move of the sword drawing technique: Xixue. The key point: Draw the sword faster. Use the extreme speed to instantly slash out six swords..."

Yukyo Kiriki spoke again while demonstrating.

At the same time, the key points and details of Xixue's movements were also infused into Zhang Fan's body.

Zhang Fan's understanding of Sexue instantly reached the level of Yukyo.

The more you understand the sword drawing technique, the more you feel that Zhang Fan feels ignorant.

When he drew his sword to kill Xiaocheng before, he thought he was very powerful;

But now that he has learned about all the sword drawings, he feels that he is still far from it.

After the explanation and demonstration of Juyuki finished, he said, "When you practice the first move to the end, you can practice the second move Yan Hui. When the second move is completed, you can practice the third move Xiaoxue. These moves must be practiced diligently. As long as you practice to the end, you can practice the world with these three moves."

"yes!"

Zhang Fan's blood was boiling.

I have learned the peerless magical skills myself.

"However," Yukyo Yu changed the subject, "the future achievements depend on your efforts."

"Disciples will definitely practice hard and practice the sword drawing technique as soon as possible!"

Zhang Fan vowed to the fullest.

After so long, he finally regarded Yukyo as his master for the first time.

Yukyo Kiri nodded and said, "Your talent is the only existence I have ever seen that can match Miyamoto. I hope you don't let this talent down."

After saying that, Yuki Yu's body slowly turned into a dot of light and dissipated in the air.

Zhang Fan's consciousness finally returned to reality.

He did not take off his goggles immediately.

Thinking back to Yukyo's words, he clenched his fists secretly.

No matter whether you can return to your previous life, you must practice drawing your sword in the future.

It took him a long time to take off his goggles.

In the room, another plate of meat was sent in.

On the white screen, four big words are displayed: Lunch time

There are two lines of small words below: Countdown 2 hours 23 minutes 28 seconds

Warm reminder: Please replenish your physical fitness as much as possible before the big fight

Zhang Fan sneered and kicked the plate out of the gap below.

No matter what the situation is, he cannot eat human flesh.

Let's look at those clones.

They chewed the meat with blood in their mouths and drank the blood on the plate, while looking at Zhang Fan from time to time.

In their opinion, Zhang Fan was completely the meat on the chopping board, waiting for them to slaughter.

Not to mention anything else, Zhang Fan is an alien just by not eating meat.

And the nature of human beings is to remove aliens.

So it can be said that Zhang Fan and that friendly clone have now become public enemies of more than 20 other clones.

Judging from the situation when Zhang Fan was learning martial arts, he fell countless times, which was obviously weaker than the friendly clone.

Therefore, he became the first target for all other clone hunting.

In the room ten meters to his right.

The clone drank all the blood from the plate and licked the plate cleanly.

Finally, he smashed the plate against the wall and cursed: "I only give a small piece of meat at a time, so I'm so fucking unhappy!"

Another clone said coldly: "What's the hurry? The battle will begin soon, and there will be meat to eat when the time comes."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Fan.

Obviously, in his eyes, Zhang Fan has become his food.

"He is closest to me, so no one of you guys can compete with me."

The clone who threw the plate glanced at the other clones with a pair of food-protecting eyes.

"Hey, whoever gets it will be whoever gets it."

"Yes, whoever grabs it will belong to whoever gets it."

"I'd rather share him with me than say justice, how about it?"

"I agree with this proposal!"

...

Zhang Fan, two months ago, never dreamed that one day he would become a food in the eyes of others.

However, Zhang Fan glanced at the Shadow Blade in his left hand: Want to eat me? You must have this ability!

At this time, the friendly clone said to Zhang Fan: "When the countdown is over, don't come out and try to stick to it. I'll come here to help you. We will definitely beat them together!"

Zhang Fan glanced at the clone and said nothing.

By then, both of them will become the priority targets of other clones.

Those clones probably won't let the two of them get close.

Time passes by minute by minute, and all clones have their own thoughts.

They say a few words, either threatening or tempting from time to time.

Zhang Fan was too lazy to fight with them, so he simply closed his eyes and recalled the sword in his mind over and over again.

Gradually, as the time of the battle was getting closer, the whole hall became quieter.

No one has spoken anymore.

"Beep—One minute before the countdown to the big fight."

The sound from the room made Zhang Fan open his eyes.

He glanced at the other clones.

I saw that most of the clones were looking at him.

Their eyes looked hot, as if they were seeing the waiter walking over with a plate.

"Beep——The countdown to the Great Battle, thirty seconds."

Some of the clones became nervous, while others were even more excited.

Their eyes at Zhang Fan also seemed even more intense.

The friendly clone reminded Zhang Fan: "Don't be nervous, be calm. The calmer the more you are, the greater your chances of survival."

Zhang Fan just nodded slightly, and there was no turmoil on the surface.

No one can see any emotion in his face.

It seemed that he was not nervous at all, nor was he excited.

However, this is actually a preparatory action before drawing the sword.

"The countdown to ten seconds for the big fight."

"Nine……"

"eight……"

"seven……"

With this sound, many people's palms were already sweating.

But Zhang Fan still sat cross-legged there, looking like an ancient well.

"three……"

"two……"

"one!"
To be continued...