After receiving this incomplete martial arts from Song Xuan, Song Fan started practicing it.
The general low-level martial arts is of little use to Song Fan now. He has killing moves such as Tiger Strike, Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar, and Spiral Energy at his disposal, so he does not need to study the low-level martial arts.
In the spacious martial arts arena paved with blue stone slabs, Song Fan's upper body was exposed, his legs were firmly planted on the ground, forming a horse stance, and he pointed one finger after another on the thick old wooden stake in front of him.
.
Huchi! Huchi! Huchi!
Song Fan's clothes were wet with sweat, he was breathing heavily, and the fingers he kept pointing were slightly red and swollen.
Poof! Suddenly, Song Fan pointed out, and a hole appeared in the thick old wooden pile.
"It was finally successful." With one finger pointing through the wooden stake, Song Fan wiped the sweat from his head and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. According to what the fragment said, reaching this point, the mountain-opening finger has been considered a small success.
Song Fan planned to go out for training, and it was always good to have another way to save his life. Therefore, after getting the "Open Mountain Finger", he practiced day and night, hoping to master the first finger of this incomplete martial arts to the level as soon as possible.
The point of perfection.
During the practice, Song Fan discovered that this martial art was indeed as mysterious as Song Xuan said, but it was a pity that only the first finger was lost, and the following fingers were lost.
"If he could collect all the fingers at the back, he would definitely have extraordinary martial arts skills. What a pity..." Song Fan couldn't help but think to himself.
"Young Master Song Fan is so powerful, he can even pierce a wooden stake with one finger!"
"I heard that Young Master Song Fan is already at the peak of his training. With such a level of cultivation before he was fifteen years old, his future is limitless."
"Master Song Fan killed Song Zixi, Yang Yun, and even Yang Qi, the number one genius of the Yang family, were injured by Master Song Fan."
"Young Master Song Fan has outstanding talents and can take on big responsibilities. He will definitely make our Song family prosperous in the future."
In the spacious martial arts arena, words of praise abounded, and Song Fan seemed to become the focus of the martial arts arena.
The disciples of the Song family who were practicing in the martial arts arena, and the servants, maids, and others standing aside all spoke out words of praise, and most of their eyes fell on Song Fan.
Song Fan shot Song Zixi to death, and Yang Yun's deeds had caused a stir in the city, and everyone in Donglin County knew about it.
On that day, Song Fan fought against Yang Qi, and many people in the Song family saw Song Fan's bravery. In addition, Song Xuan became the head of the Song family and took charge of the power. Song Fan became a star in the Song family.
"The flattery is really loud!" Hearing these words of praise, Song Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and dismissed them.
He suddenly remembered that the scene a few months ago was in the same martial arts arena, the same people, and those sarcastic words came from the mouths of these people!
"Master Song Fan, please have some tea!" A beautiful maid brought a cup of fragrant tea with a flattering expression on her face.
"Drinking tea?" Song Fan frowned slightly, and with a straight face, he scolded sternly: "Don't you know the Song family's family rules? No slaves or maids are allowed to serve in the martial arts arena!"
The maid Qingli trembled with fright and immediately whispered: "Master Song Fan, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."
Song Fan smiled disdainfully and strode away from the martial arts arena.
Afterwards, he went into the mountain behind Song's house and said goodbye to the Purple Ling cub.
Song Fan was startled when he saw the purple-feathered tiger cub.
After not seeing each other for a few months, the purple-feathered tiger cub has been promoted to an eighth-level monster. Its size is much larger than a few months ago, and it has begun to possess the power of the king of beasts.
"Ho ho!" When the purple-feathered tiger cub saw Song Fan, he ran over quickly and rubbed his clothes with his head.
"Ho ho!" The purple-feathered tiger cub roared repeatedly, as if blaming Song Fan for not visiting it for such a long time.
"Haha, I was practicing in seclusion some time ago. I was in seclusion for several months at a time. I just came out of seclusion a few days ago."
Looking at the purple-feathered tiger cub that was a head taller than him, Song Fan said with a smile.
"It was said in the old books that the Purple-feathered Tiger clan has extremely high cultivation talents. Ordinary Purple-feathered Tigers can advance to the True Qi Realm when they grow up to adulthood. It is indeed worthy of its reputation."
Seeing the purple-feathered tiger cub, Song Fan immediately put his heart into his heart. The eighth-level monster was capable of dominating the area around the Song family's back mountain. As long as Shishi didn't go deep into the Song family's back mountain, he would definitely not encounter any danger.
"By the way." Song Fan continued: "I have to go out for training, which may take more than a year. I won't be able to visit you during this time. Please take good care of yourself."
"Ho ho!" The purple-feathered tiger cub immediately opened its tiger eyes and clamped Song Fan's palm tightly with its claws, preventing him from taking his hand out.
"Don't worry, it's just for practice, there won't be any danger." Song Fan was amused by the purple-feathered tiger cub, and said with a smile: "Don't let it go yet."
"Ho ho!" The purple-feathered tiger cub let go of its claws angrily, with a look of reluctance still on the tiger's face.
"If there is a chance in the future, we must take the purple-feathered tiger cub out and see the outside world." Song Fan thought secretly in his heart.
Song Fan and Zi Ling Young Tiger talked about old times for a while, then left the mountain behind the Song family and went to Youyu Tower.
This time, Song Fan did not see Lin Qianqian, only her maid Xiaomo. The two chatted for a while, and Song Fan expressed his preparation for going out for training and his gratitude to Lin Qianqian for taking care of her over the past eight years.
Let Xiaomo convey it on your behalf.
After doing all this, Song Fan returned to his courtyard, packed his luggage and had a good sleep.
Early the next morning, just after dawn, Song Fan got up from the bed, carried the package he had prepared in advance, and walked out of the courtyard unhurriedly.
As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he met a familiar face. Song Fan subconsciously called: "Uncle."
Song Xuan stood on a big rock, with his hands behind his back, staring at Song Fan, and said: "Fan'er, have you really made up your mind?"
"Yes." Hearing this, Song Fan nodded firmly. He promised Lin Qianqian that he would win the battle of hundreds of races. Only in this way would Lin Qianqian tell him the whereabouts of his father.
Song Xuan sighed softly and said: "Well, I won't stop you anymore. I see that you have been practicing mountain-opening finger in the past few days, and your speed is jaw-dropping. It is even worse than the eldest brother back then."
And. You are still young, and it is harmless to go out for a while, but you must be careful when going out, you know?"
After all, Song Xuan couldn't worry about Song Fan. If it weren't for the heavy family affairs and he couldn't escape, he would definitely accompany Song Fan to go out for training.
"Fan'er has written it down." Song Fan quickly replied with a warm current flowing through his heart.
"Well, go ahead." Song Xuan waved his hand and said.
Song Fan saluted Song Xuan again and strode outside the Song family's mansion.
"Eight years ago, my eldest brother passed away like this, never to come back. I just hope Fan'er can return safely."
Looking at Song Fan's retreating figure, Song Xuan's face showed a solemn look, and he shook his head thoughtfully.