Luo Yuan's expression paused slightly, and suddenly he smiled. He was really tired of such unruly and self-righteous people. He was the Crazy Wang before, and now he met another one. If nothing else, he would meet him again later. arrive.
Seeing the sarcastic smile on Luo Yuan's face, Fang Peibin suddenly smelled a hint of danger, which made his hair stand up slightly and his muscles tensed. Suddenly, the other party's arm shook slightly. When he reacted, he was shocked He found that the wooden knife in his hand had disappeared.
He was shocked in his heart and tried his best to restrain his urge to retreat. He stared at the other party closely, but his expression became serious.
Luo Yuan held the hilt of the sword, raised his back hand and gently stroked the blade. An invisible brilliance flashed through, and countless sawdust fell like flour. As he stroked his palm, a thick-backed mountain knife appeared. , the layer became thinner in the blink of an eye. He flicked his wrist and flicked the knife with the right weight, and then it felt smooth.
The people around him were not surprised that Luo Yuan thinned the blade with his bare hands. After all, except for Minister Ren, they were all evolvers, and they were already accustomed to the magic of evolutionary abilities.
On the contrary, Luo Yuan threw the knife and flower casually, and his heart was shaken by the sight of it.
Especially Fang Peibin, he watched every move of the opponent without blinking, as if he was in a trance. Different from the ordinary evolvers who were just ordinary people before the end of the world, he was originally a martial artist in a traditional martial arts school and was proficient in swords, guns, sticks and boxing. , see more deeply and thoroughly than others.
At this time, whether the opponent is holding the knife or standing, it seems that they have been tempered and stretched naturally, giving people a strong sense of beauty.
"I'll just show my hands. There's no need to fight, so as not to hurt the harmony." At this time, Luo Yuan said with a relaxed expression.
The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
Fang Peibin didn't know at this time that this was a step for him. Whether it was the opponent's ability to snatch the knife from his hand without any knowledge before, or the profound martial arts skills revealed in every move at this time, he had no chance of winning. No, this is simply crushing, not an opponent of the same order of magnitude at all.
At this time, Luo Yuan walked quickly to the martial arts arena, quickly reached the center of the martial arts arena, and stood still slightly.
The people around him watched Luo Yuan's every move closely, without blinking, for fear of missing the wonderful scene. Luo Yuan took a gentle breath, and the next moment, his body blurred. At the same time, A sharp roar that broke the sound barrier came from my ears, and vaguely, a white line instantly crossed the space and flashed in the air.
At this time, Luo Yuan had already stood back to where he was, as if he hadn't moved at all.
Everyone looked solemnly and looked at each other with shock in their hearts. Especially Li Dong and Xie Junhui, it is not that they have never seen Luo Yuan's speed. Although the speed was very amazing at the time, it was not so much that they could not even catch his sight.
However, just now, when Luo Yuan was attacking, they could only see a blurry figure striking out with a knife in a lightning-like step, and then returned to the original place. All the movements were done in one go, from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic in an instant. , completed an attack in the blink of an eye, feeling like a cobra about to prey, moving like thunder in an instant.
Running speed and attacking speed are completely different.
A well-trained boxer before the end of the world, his punching speed could reach 20 meters per second, almost twice the running speed. Through systematic understanding, Luo could instantly mobilize 80% of his body's muscles when attacking. Far away, his instantaneous attack speed can reach three or four times his running speed. The instantaneous attack speed is about 200 meters per second, which is 720 kilometers per hour.
Others could barely see. As for ordinary people like Minister Ren, they couldn't see anything clearly and only heard the movement.
Next, Luo Yuan demonstrated all the basic knife skills movements, with obvious pauses in every other movement.
Every attack caused the airflow to surge, forming white sword energy. This white sword energy was not the sword light condensed by will, but the destructive high-speed airflow formed because the blade was too fast.
This is the first time Luo Yuan has encountered this kind of sword energy. The horse-killing knife is too sharp and there is not much air resistance when swinging it. This phenomenon can only occur with such a dull knife.
However, this kind of sword energy not only hinders the speed of swinging the sword, but its power is also very limited. At most, it will leave a scratch on the rock, which is completely incomparable with the sword light. As long as the mutant beast is above the blue level, it may not be able to cause damage.
After a round of practice, Luo Yuan's movements began to be consistent. The air flow suddenly began to surge nearby, and dust filled the air. Clear white lines jumped across the martial arts field from time to time, leaving shallow marks in front.
These white lines suddenly appeared and then disappeared, becoming more and more numerous and denser, and finally gradually intertwined into a network.
Everyone retreated again and again until they were thirty or forty meters away, and the oppressive feeling like a ray of light on their backs gradually disappeared.
At this time, Xu Qianzhen came out of the bathroom. As soon as he walked to the door, a strong wind blew in his face, which made his cheek hurt. He was stunned for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, the strong wind that was still blowing suddenly disappeared.
Soon he was attracted by the huge movement in the martial arts arena. Just one look, he took a breath of air and turned to stare at the figure without blinking.
Luo Yuan's movements were completely textbook level. Every movement was smooth and natural, full of beauty, and it was mesmerizing to watch.
Soon, Luo Yuan suddenly stopped. The entire martial arts performance lasted for a full three minutes, but in the eyes of the onlookers, it seemed as if only a moment had passed.
The group of people felt a little disappointed. Fang Peibin patted his thigh and said with regret: "I didn't take a picture just now."
"Ordinary cameras are useless at all. I'm afraid we must use high-speed cameras." Li Dong murmured, with a trace of shock still on his face. This time the team may have ushered in an extraordinary person, and I don't know who is better than the team leader. The weak is the strong.
"Then apply for one, but there is no need to go to such trouble. We will all be teammates from now on. We can ask for advice at any time, even as apprentices." Xie Junhui looked excited and whispered with admiration at Luo Yuan who came over.
Fang Peibin looked a little embarrassed, and he couldn't save face. He had tried to provoke him just now, and he didn't know how to die. Even if he used his ability, at such a terrifying attack speed, the result would probably be doomed.
Seeing Luo Yuan seeming to be coming towards him, he couldn't help but look slightly unnatural.
"I didn't have time to introduce you just now. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Luo Yuan." Luo Yuan said with a smile: "I watched your sparring and there are some problems with your sword skills. It seems that they were left behind when you were learning. Some bad habits lead to the complete inability to exert power.”
Despite the fact that Fang Peibin always smiles, he actually has a bad temper. If another person had said this, Fang Peibin would have been unhappy and pulled out his sleeves. However, facing the miraculous sword skills he had just displayed, Luo Yuan, who had been provoked by him, now looked excited.
"Luo... Brother Luo, I feel this now too, can I still change it?"
"Just call me Luo Yuan. Of course you can change, but I'm afraid it will be more painful than a beginner. You have to start from the most basic practice." Luo Yuan waved his hand and said. The other party was much older than him. This call of Brother Luo really gave him goosebumps.
"As long as Brother Luo is willing to teach, he will learn no matter how hard it is, or I will worship you as my teacher." Fang Peibin looked at Luo Yuan with burning eyes. He had a fiery personality and was resolute. When his heart moved, he suddenly wanted to kneel down, but Being supported by Luo Yuan,
The next moment, his body suddenly shook violently, and then he struggled hard. Although his seemingly lean body was surprisingly powerful, Luo Yuan was caught off guard. He broke free, fell to his knees, and knocked three times hard. Ring your head, bang bang!
He is a traditional martial arts practitioner with an old-school style, so he naturally knows the rules of apprenticeship.
"Master is here, please bow to me."
Luo Yuan felt helpless. He was really being forced to become a disciple. However, since the other party had already knelt down, it was difficult to cancel it. Luo Yuan hesitated and said, "Forget it, get up!"
"Yes, Master!" Fang Peibin said with a respectful look on his face: "This ceremony is a bit crude. I hope Master doesn't mind. We can wait for the team leader and deputy team leader to come back another day and hold it again."
Xie Junhui curled his lips next to him. He looked reluctant just now, but in the end he became a disciple faster than anyone else. This was his suggestion.
But that's what he said. As a young man with a modern education, it would be a shame to have to kowtow to become a disciple like Fang Peibin.
"There's no need to go to such trouble, just be more casual in the future." Luo Yuan looked at Fang Peibin, who was older than him but had a respectful look on his face, and suddenly felt like starting a sect.