I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

An Sheng’s martial arts repair is not a trick, but he is a second-level spiritual master. It’s really necessary to start a fight. The average second-level or even third-level warriors can fight on the battle. The real strength will not be better than before the grade. A few are inferior.

So taking him to go seems to be a good choice, both to help and to take advantage of it.

More importantly, taking such a humanoid brush machine to participate in the battle of the town government is equivalent to an additional way to learn from experience.

Although the fat loyalty of the martial art is now only three points, the proportion of the division is low, but it is better than nothing.

"Really?"

An Sheng seems to have some heart, no way, he is poor now, so poor to die.

If there is a chance to go to the provincial government to make a fortune, maybe one month later, he and Yang Fan will go to the land of Lingyuan.

“Why not?” Yang Fanlang said: “You are now a second-level spirit teacher. Who dares to say that you are not qualified? If you go to Chen Guang’s principal for a name, don’t say anything, just take the mental power. A few times, he will naturally agree!"

As long as Chen Guang is not stupid, he will certainly give tribute to An Sheng, who is already a second-level spirit teacher. For the South China Military Academy, every spiritual master is a rare treasure, not to mention the 18-year-old two. The level of spiritual master is already very good.

An Sheng's courage is strong, yeah, this handsome is now a second-level spirit, and is no longer the salty fish before the nest!

He wants to rise!

He wants to be strong!

He wants to shock everyone's eyes!

"However, it's still not good!" Ansheng's momentum just suddenly rose, and he said bitterly: "Sail brother, you know, I am now fleeing to avoid disaster, too arrogant, I am afraid I will die. Very miserable."

Why is he a cat in the small city of Xichu City for three years, is it because there are many untouchable existences that have been staring at the qualifications of the land where he has possession?

If it is too embarrassing, it is easy to expose.

Yang Fan was speechless, and he remembered that this fat man was also a life-and-death struggle.

He is full of treasures, but he has no corresponding strength to be preserved. He is like a dog every day. He has no strength to dare to win.

After thinking about it, Yang Fan reached out and put the tiger king in the pocket of his shirt and put it on the table of Ansheng. He whispered: "When you go to the guardian house, bring this kitten to your body and you can help you to isolate all the under the master. The blood of the warrior spies. If you think you can, then go, if you are still worried, I will not force."

An Shengyi, can not help but bow to the Tiger King, pouting: "Master, you are not kidding, just such a small thing, can actually isolate the blood of the guru?"

This joke is not funny at all. A little cat with a big palm, he can be stabbed with a finger, how could it be so powerful?

"喵~!"

"Little fat man, respect the big king! Or even if you are the master's apprentice, this king wants to make you look good!"

I noticed the disdain and unwillingness in An Sheng’s eyes, and the small flowers fiercely smashed the teeth to An Sheng. The fierceness of the eyes was fierce, and it was like a real murderous body. It scared Ansheng’s spirit, his body. The chicken skin picked up a piece.

So scared!

This will actually speak!

At this time, An Sheng is even slower and knows that this kitten is a senior monster.

It is able to reduce the body to the size of the palm, and it will also transmit the spirit. This is a powerful presence of a fourth-level demon.

"Sail brother, master!" An Sheng pulled a little nervous Zhang's arm and asked, "This little cat, wouldn't it be the legendary genie monster?"

Good guy, just the moment when the kitten’s mental power leaked, An Sheng seemed to see a vast ocean, and it was like a scorpion. Compared with it, An Sheng felt that his spiritual strength was weak and a little pitiful.

In addition to the control of the monsters, Ansheng has never seen or even heard of any kind of monsters can have such a strong mental power.

Yang Fan did not answer, Xiaohua raised the cat's claws and licked the hair of his forehead, and raised his brows. He looked at An Shengdao: "If you still have some insights, this king is a natural king, a spiritual leader in the Yaozu! Be sure to be honest with the king!"

Xiaohua’s arrogant arrogance is a batch, and one pair does not have the way to put Ansheng in his eyes.

As a result, An physiology did not care for him, but looked at Yang Fan with excitement. His eyes were filled with endless worship and enthusiasm: "Master, you still awakened the talent of the animal trainer, can you teach me?!"

Ansheng is not a hairy boy who doesn't understand anything. In the end, it comes out of the big city. When you are well-informed, you will catch the key to the problem.

The genre of the demon-like monster is a hair, and it is tamed. That is a plaything of the master. There is a master standing here, and it can be turned over again.

Moreover, the animal training, that is his dream from small to large, every time I saw a beastmaster riding a beast or riding a bird in front of him, the little fat man was envious and unwilling to hate those who bet the beast The divisions all went down and went on a ride.

"喵~!"

The tiger king is very angry. It has been ignored by the little fat man in front of him, and he can’t bear it.

It is necessary to teach the dead fat man awkwardly and tell him that he has offended the tiger king and definitely did not end well!

The little brain tiger screamed, and the spirit of thought moved. Ansheng didn't even have a scream to give a sentence, and he was directly photographed under the cement foundation by this sudden and huge pressure.

Silent, no one in front of the classmates found out.

An Sheng struggled to stretch his head out of the ground, and looked at Yang Fan with a look of grievances: "Sail brother, even if you don't want to teach, you don't need to be so embarrassed, my bones are broken!"

Yang Fan Shabu: "This is not what I meant. It is Xiaohua who sees you seem to have some doubts about its ability, so I will show it to you on the spot. How can I feel relieved now?"

The fat man nodded like a garlic, trying to pull himself out of the ground, patted the dust on his body, and smiled like a flower on his face: "Reassured, how can you rest assured? This is a ruling class, a strong spirit. !"

"And my rivals are right, even if the strength is stronger, it is impossible to send the strong men of the sect of the world to search for my traces. Otherwise, I can't hide in Xichu City for three years!"

Zong Shijing is not a Chinese cabbage. How can I be idle and have no trouble finding him all day? Even more so, the master is not to mention, which one is not a party-level character, it is even more impossible to put down the body to search for such a small person.

Therefore, if there is such a demon-like monster that can help him cover his breath at all times, even if he goes to the guardian house, Ansheng does not have to worry about the possibility of exposure.

Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction, and he did not feel that Ansheng’s luck would be so back. When he was out of town, he would encounter a strongman above the peak of the teacher.

"Master!" An Sheng glanced at the kitten that had returned to Yang Fan's arms. Once again, he asked eagerly to Yang Fan: "Can the animal training be taught to the disciples? Such a secret law can be taught, and animal training is not even a waste of land. Can you teach it right?"

The teacher of Ansheng called it a sincerity, and even began to claim to be a disciple, and his posture was low.

Yang Fan glanced at him blankly. He had already recognized the snobbery essence of this little fat man. He was called Yang Fan, and he was called a sailor. There was a big event called a master. What was his face? It was already gone.

"You can give it a try." Yang Fan did not refuse, because he also wanted to try, whether the animal training is also within the scope of the teaching.

In fact, not only the animal training, but also the special secrets of the two kings who are comprehended from the tiger king, Yang Fan wants to try to see if it can be taught.

If you can, going home today will find a way to pass on the secrets of these spiritual classes to Yang Guo’s gimmick.

To put it bluntly, An Sheng’s goods are now in the eyes of Yang Fan, a little white mouse, a lot of skills, only after his body was successfully awarded without any abnormality, Yang Fan will be able to pass it on to Yang Guo with confidence.

Otherwise, what should I do if there is a problem, then he is a sister!

And for all of this, An Sheng is completely ignorant, otherwise he does not know whether he will be vomiting blood.

I take you as a brother, but you take me as an experimental product, will your conscience not hurt?

Now An Sheng is looking at Yang Fan eagerly, seeing Yang Fan nod, happy not to win, cut the channel: "What are we waiting for, let's come over!"

So can't wait, can't wait to grasp the animal husbandry secret, and immediately tamed a monster for your own ride, absolutely handsome.

Yang Fan nodded and skillfully communicated with An Sheng to suggest the spiritual passage, and transmitted all the techniques related to the animal training to An Sheng's knowledge of the sea.

"You are concentrating on the idea, trying to teach the apprentice to the disciples to teach the special secrets of the human level - the animal training, to teach success! Spiritual power +2, spiritual will +2."

"Hey! Congratulations to the host to teach the apprentice Ansheng to teach the special secrets of the human level - the animal training, the apprentice Ansheng automatically acquires the skills of the third percent of the master, the proficiency of the animal training skills +1, the current skill proficiency ( 1/100)."

Yang Fan’s animal training skills are less than 10 points proficiency, and 3 percent of the experience is divided into even less.

Even so, it was finally taught, and Ansheng has completely learned and mastered this special method of animal training.

Yang Fan’s heart is secretly happy. He actually created a beastmaster out of the way. It’s definitely a batch of cows!

In the future, as long as he is willing, he can even create a group of animal trainers in batches. Many people are beasts, and they are pressing the people to see who dares not to accept it.

"Hey! Congratulations to the host to teach the apprentice peace to teach the special secrets of the human level - the animal training, the apprentice Ansheng's good feelings for you have been greatly improved, the affiliation of the martial art has been greatly enhanced, the loyalty of the martial art +3."

When I heard the last system prompt, Yang Fan couldn't help but shook his head slightly. Anson, this guy, really didn't see the rabbit and didn't scatter the eagle. www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is not enough benefit, the loyalty of the martial art is hard to increase.

Next, Yang Fan did not idle, and continued to teach Ansheng more savvy skills. As a result, just halfway through the system, he was forced to interrupt:

"You are concentrating on the idea, trying to teach the apprentices to the apprentices to teach the earth-level essence and mysterious skills - the gods will be detained, and the failure will be taught! Spiritual power +1, spiritual will +1."

"Hey! Special remarks: The desolation of the gods is the talent of the squadron of the Northeast Tiger. The ordinary people can't practice comprehension."

Yang Fan Wei Wei, actually failed!

The heart is slightly disappointed, it seems that this kind of talented skills learned from the monsters is not likely to be rumored. God's soul can not be detained, and then the more powerful soul deterrent skills, there is no need to continue to try.

However, the system actually gave a reminder reminder, but it surprised him. The old iron seems to be more and more humanized.

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