"Second-grade..." Zhang Rongfang once again realized how depressing people from the lower class were in Da Ling.

"But it's okay, it's a hope after all, right?" Dong Dafang looked helpless.

"It's better than those acts..." he added at the end.

Driven is the general term for the Great Spirit slave.

Indeed, it is only a little better than a slave.

Next, the few people had no time to speak and began to practice separately.

Zhang Rongfang and Dong Dafang practiced each other, Xu Mingyu and Li Fuhua were together.

"I'm going to deal with the move today?" Dong Dafang asked after standing opposite Zhang Rongfang.

"No, practice the moves of dismantling weapons." Zhang Rongfang said, "Try it first."

"Okay!" Dong Dafang smiled, "Old rule, you are not allowed to beat the head and lower body except for your head and lower body. Be careful, don't be beaten and cry by me."

"I'm afraid you won't succeed." Zhang Rongfang also smiled.

The two of them set apart and confronted each other.

It is not the first time that the two have practiced together. They know each other's strengths. Dong Dafang practices for a little more time and can win six or seven times in ten times.

"Here you come!"

Dong Dafang's wasp wasp and swung his right fist at Zhang Rongfang's neck.

The latter raises the forearm and blocks it with a place with a lot of flesh.

Bang.

Zhang Rongfang carefully compared his heart. Compared with the previous power balance, he obviously felt much more relaxed when he blocked this move today.

‘It’s me that I’m much more powerful.’ His heart moved slightly.

The two of them were together, their hands and feet constantly striking, and the place where the soft protective gear was tied to a thumping sound.

Zhang Rongfang was a little cautious at first, but later, the more he fought, the easier he could.

The opponent's movement speed and strength were very slow in his sense.

It's like a slow playback is being clicked in a movie.

Several times, he felt that he could take action easily and end the training, but considering that his changes were too big and too sudden, he did not take action.

Originally, he planned to improve his strength through attribute points and get a job as a secondment in a very short period of time.

But unexpectedly...

As a barbarian, you need at least a second grade to obtain grade...

And even if you have higher grades, you still have to be a follower...

No wonder I heard of such oppression on the nation that someone revolted outside.

Zhang Rongfang unconsciously lost his mind for a moment.

Fortunately, he still remembers to hide his progress and try to show the same level as before, only making a little progress.

Dong Dafang is also a new starter, and he can't tell at all the difference between his Yue-shaped talisman.

After a while, after practicing, several people gathered together to wipe the sweat and drink water to replenish them.

In the distance, the sun slowly rose by the mountainside, and the rays of sunlight illuminated the clouds and mist, as if the entire Qinghe Palace was shrouded in a piece of golden red.

"Dafang, you think, how powerful are those high-grade masters?" Zhang Rongfang always wanted to know this.

Since the outing incident, whenever he practices martial arts, he will unconsciously recall the way Xiao Rong looked sweaty on his forehead after finishing the fight.

Earning masters usually do not practice martial arts in this kind of Taoist temple, but will find a separate place to practice.

"I heard that after being included in the product, people who have to forge tendons and nourish blood have much stronger strength than ours. Their skin is also harder, as if they are covered with cowhide." Dong Dafang replied.

"If you really want to fight, as long as you don't use sharp weapons and get to the level of the entry level, as long as the moves are not too different, you can usually escape if you can. If you can't, you can find sharp weapons and equipment and you can try it."

Another voice suddenly came.

When the few people heard the sound, they saw a tall and powerful Taoist at some point standing beside them, speaking in a posture that everyone was familiar with.

"Senior Brother Zhang Xintai?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned.

This person is the second-grade senior brother he met at the last party.

The rest of Dong Dafang and others stood up and bowed with fists. Zhang Xintai occasionally came to talk to Zhang Rongfang, and they had seen him.

"After an afternoon inspection, I saw you on the list, so I wanted to click you, but I didn't expect you to be left in advance." Zhang Xintai said helplessly.

"If you are the senior brother, I don't have this blessing." Zhang Rongfang said in surprise.

"In fact, the strength of martial arts depends mainly on two points: the strength of martial arts itself, your own realm and practical experience." Zhang Xintai smiled.

He lifted the hem of the Taoist robe and put on the starting style of Yue-shaped talisman - pointing the Qingfeng.

"Get a move?"

"I can't ask for it!" Zhang Rong was happy, "please give me some advice."

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and shot a mountain banner.

This move mainly attacks the chest, and the movement is like a sudden stroke of pen on a large scroll, pulling out a large section of ink marks.

"Not bad!" Zhang Xintai was slightly surprised. His proficiency was good at this move.

"In actual combat, the strength of martial arts is the most important part. Many martial arts themselves have many flaws. If you use this kind of martial arts to fight, unless you are much faster than the opponent, you will be killed in less than a few rounds."

While making moves, he blocked Zhang Rongfang, and his movements were natural, fighting back with a certain rhythm.

"The lower the level of martial arts mastery, the more flaws, the higher the realm, the fewer flaws. The higher the practical experience, the less flaws can be reduced. Therefore, if the realm is different in the same sect, the winner is often scored faster."

Zhang Xintai gently walked behind Zhang Rongfang, slapped it out with a palm, and lined up in the latter's vest.

"The flaw you exposed in this move is too big, so you have died once."

Zhang Rongfang immediately understood that there were only three moves...

He retreated, clasped his fists and took a few breaths.

"Thank you for your advice, senior brother."

Paused.

"So, from the perspective of senior brother, martial arts is the key to everything?"

The martial arts in this world have always been fascinating.

This made him not sure what a real master was.

"No," Zhang Xintai nodded, and lowered his voice at the same time. "If you say it complicatedly, you will become more and more confused, so you just need to know that the stronger the martial arts you master, the more powerful the person you are, it's enough."

"I understand..." Zhang Rongfang heard what was hidden.

Judging from his understanding.

There are many martial arts, and their own practice requires a high foundation.

So from this sentence alone, the needle is not wrong.

"In my talisman of the talisman of the spring and purity, the Yue-shaped talisman is only the basis. The more you are ranked first, the more powerful it is. If you have the chance in the future, you need to learn the previous talisman as much as possible. Of course, you may need to pass on your true identity."

Zhang Xintai explained some martial arts content, which made several people understand Yue Xingfu a lot more.

After the morning exercises, the four of them went back to their room to wash.

This time, Zhang Rongfang did not go to follow Xiao Qingying, but went to the patrol room and got the assigned team number from the patrol senior brother.

The place he was going to is Huangyu Village, a larger village in Huaxin County.

The team I belong to is led by a senior brother named Na Mushi.

The grade of Mushi is the second grade, just like the other teams leading the team.

This time I set out, I need to stay outside for ten days.

For four days, patrolling the area around the village for six days.

A martial arts disciple like Zhang Rongfang, who had just practiced martial arts for a while, was actually pulled into the team for inspection. He could not imagine what would happen if a disciple like him met a real bandit.

Without equipment, although you have practiced martial arts, when facing weapons such as knives, do the enemy still have to wait for you to go up and hit with your fists?

So it is obvious that disciples like them either make soy sauce or be cannon fodder.

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The autumn rain continues.

At the entrance of the muddy mountain village, between the green mountains, forests and fields, there is a withered yellow path.

The path spreads out from the mountains and connects to the front of the village gate, like a long winding snake.
To be continued...