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Five Five Five, Sanctuary Practice

"How do you feel about training today?"

Back in the room after dinner, a female saint asked Zhang Fan. 【】

"Of course it's very good, Sister Moling, I can feel myself getting stronger every day!"

Zhang Fan, who walked into the room first, smiled and waved at the magic bell, walked towards his bed, bent down to find the water basin, and prepared to fetch water for cleaning.

"What about you? Seiya, what do you think?"

"Hahaha! Needless to say! Of course I have become stronger. You don't need to ask this kind of question, Sister Moling, I am a rare encounter in a hundred years..."

boom!

"Oh, sister Moling, why did you hit me!"

As soon as Seiya had a smug smile on his face, he was knocked down by the attacks of the magic bell one by one.Raising his head, Possessed Bell muttered dissatisfiedly with a mask that would never show any expression on his face.

"Why did you hit you? Hmph! It's not big or small, did you just call me my name? Call me Master, you idiot!"

"Oh? Why is this? Why can't I bark? Obviously Zhang Fan can bark, why can't it be my turn?"

Seiya squatted there, listening to the words of the magic bell, with a strong expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

"You still ask why? You can't figure it out yourself? When you have Zhang Fan's strength, you can talk to me like this again!"

Mo Ling withdrew her palm, looked down at Seiya, and hummed softly.

"Strength again..."

Hearing what the magic bell said, Seiya, who was full of complaints, pouted and complained in a low voice.

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

Who is the magic bell?Not to mention that she is a woman, but in fact, she is one of the 48 silver saints who are superior to the 24 bronze saints. She is powerful, far beyond what Seiya can match now.Moreover, what great strength brings is usually all-round physical strength, and hearing is just one of them.

There is no specific measurement of the hearing of the magic bell, but how to say it, no matter how low the voice is, as long as it can be heard by the receiver, the magic bell can clearly hear all the sounds from a hundred meters away. Hearing, not to mention Seiya speaking at such a close distance, as long as there is such a slight tremor in the vocal cords, it can't escape the ears of the magic bell.

So before he finished speaking, the magic bell had already turned his head towards him, and the eyes hidden under the mask were like two sharp knives, piercing straight through the mask and directly hitting Seiya.

"Uh……"

Seiya only felt a chill all over his body, and goosebumps fell all over the floor, he turned his head stiffly, with a forced smile on his face.

"Hehe, no, it's nothing. Why, how could I have any objections. Master, you can say whatever you want. As an apprentice, I can only obey the conditions. How could I have any objections..."

Saying unintentional words, Seiya had a smile on his face.

He has seen the power of the magic bell before. At that time, he was subdued almost effortlessly in front of the magic bell. He didn't even have the ability to resist. That feeling was like an ant facing a giant.Seiya, who has suffered a lot, can't fall down in the same place again and again no matter how hard his brain is.

"Humph!"

Seeing Seiya softened, Mo Ling hummed softly, turned around, and walked out gada gada, leaving only a graceful back and bursts of air-conditioning that had not yet dissipated.

Seiya wiped off the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, found his someone, and scrambled to follow.

……

At the well, when Xingya came over, Mo Ling and Zhang Fan were standing there talking.Because of the distance, Seiya couldn't hear what they were saying, but with Zhang Fan's indifferent smile on his face, Seiya couldn't help but feel envious.

"Zhang Fan, this stinking bastard, why does he have such a good relationship with Sister Moling? And what about me? Why is it always me who gets hurt every time? Really, is strength really so important? When will this be? There are still three years before I can snatch the Saint Cloth, and I can still become very strong!"

Seiya Shin murmured silently, and couldn't help speeding up his pace, and soon came to the two of them.

When he arrived, Zhang Fan and Mo Ling stopped talking.

"Coming? Let's get started!"

Mo Ling said, while rubbing her wrists, she walked towards an open field not far away.

With a faint smile on Zhang Fan's face, he put the water basin in his hand on a big rock, waved his hand at Xing Ya, and followed him.

Seiya threw the empty basin in his hand aside, found a random place to sit down, and watched carefully.

Zhang Fan's strength is absolutely top-notch among the youngsters in their group. Without wearing the holy clothes, and without the training of a real saint, he can fight the silver saint with bare hands for more than 1 minute. This is something that other teenagers dare not even think about.Not to mention silver, even if they were bronze, it would be difficult for a candidate saint fighter without a holy cloth to fight for more than 5 minutes, except for the strong man Casios.Of course, he is no longer an ordinary person. Ordinary people don't have his body and natural power.

However, there is one thing that makes Seiya very strange, that is, Zhang Fan and Mo Ling reminded him at the same time, never reveal Zhang Fan's true strength. Neither can be said.

Seiya didn't understand the reason, but he was still obedient and kept his mouth shut.

And watching the battle between Zhang Fan and the magic bell every day is his compulsory homework. He has to study carefully how Zhang Fan's movement, defense, and attack are carried out, and learn from it the experience he may use.

……

Leaving aside Seiya over there, Zhang Fan and Mo Ling have already walked on the platform here, standing opposite each other about ten meters away, looking at each other quietly.

"Are you ready?"

The magic bell spoke first, and the moment he spoke, his body crouched down and assumed an offensive posture.

"anytime!"

Zhang Fan smiled, stepped back half a step, and put his hands in a defensive posture.

"So……"

"Be careful!!!"

When the first half of the sentence was doubled, the magic bell suddenly disappeared, and the moment the second half of the sentence rang, she had already arrived in front of Zhang Fan.

The slender five fingers clenched tightly into a fist, and there was a sound of piercing through the fist, and the punch ruthlessly hit Zhang Fan's lower abdomen.

"Hey!"

Zhang Fan grinned, slipped his feet, and turned his body slightly to avoid a heavy punch from the magic bell.

And his right hand also made a fist unconsciously, taking advantage of the moment when the magic bell's front strength was exhausted and the rear strength was not yet developed, he punched her left rib.

"It's useless……"

Mo Ling's feet suddenly exerted strength, and her body jumped more than ten centimeters in an instant, but barely dodged Zhang Fan's attack, then her body fell down, her hands rested on the ground, her wrist twisted, and her right leg hit hard. His leg whip swept towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and raised his hands at the same time...

Bang!

A muffled sound sounded, and Zhang Fan's figure retreated violently, and two obvious marks were wiped on the ground by his feet.

As for the magic bell over there, with the strength of its arm, the whole person soared into the air, jumped high into the sky, looked down at Zhang Fan, tapped the corner of his mouth under the mask, and fell rapidly, his right leg was like a meteorite General slammed fiercely at Zhang Fan who had just stopped.

Zhang Fan raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of light, he watched the body where the magic bell kept falling, and kept calculating the timing.

Just as the magic bell was about to hit the ground, he suddenly moved sideways, and the magic bell's leg hit the ground hard, kicking up countless dust and dust.

And Zhang Fan, at this juncture, suddenly accelerated and kicked straight into the dust.

There was another muffled sound, and the figure of the magic bell withdrew from the other side of the smoke and dust, while Zhang Fan did a backflip and landed steadily on the ground.

The two stood facing each other again.

All this is a long story, but in fact it happened in just three or four seconds, and Seiya was already dazzled.This is also the current him. If he had just come to the Sanctuary, he might not even be able to see the phantom.

Zhang Fan and Mo Ling, who were separated, looked at each other silently for a few seconds, then accelerated at the same time again, and the two collided quickly, fist to fist, leg to leg, and fought fiercely.Just the strength of the fist and the wind of the legs, after all, the surrounding gravel was blown away, and there were constant explosions of air between the two of them.

Five minutes later, Zhang Fan finally fell to the ground, and the battle ended!

Seiya was watching from the sidelines, he had been stupid for a long time.The battle between Zhang Fan and the magic bell was so exciting that it was almost equivalent to the battle between saints, except that Zhang Fan didn't wear the holy clothes, and the magic bell didn't use its real power. If the silver and even the eyes of the Bronze Saint Seiya are average, the eyes of Seiya, who are not even as good as the alternate Saint Seiya, are already the best teaching materials beyond any teaching materials.

No matter how surprised he was at this time, the magic bell over there put away his posture and had already walked in front of Zhang Fan, stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground, and patted the dust off his body with concern.

"Very good, five seconds faster than yesterday."

Looking at Zhang Fan, Mo Ling nodded appreciatively, and said in a gentle tone.

"Hehe, Sister Moling, you taught me well. Thanks to you who accompany us in actual combat every night. If we only rely on daytime training, what we can improve is only physical strength. Only such actual combat can make us truly I have comprehended the skills of fighting, so my success is half of yours, Sister Moling!"

Zhang Fan let the magic bell beat the dust for him, and said softly.

"It's just your sweet mouth! Don't be humble yourself, your strength and your talent are inseparable. For those without talent, no matter how hard you work, it's useless..."

As Mo Ling spoke, she tilted her head slightly. Obviously, she was looking at Xingya through the mask.

"Ok?"

Seiya, who is usually clumsy, is very keen at this time, and immediately noticed the gaze of the magic bell.

"what happened?"

"nothing……"

Mo Ling sighed softly, then turned her head to face Zhang Fan again.

"Okay, take a break... Seiya, come here!!!"

The magic bell sighed, turned to Xingya, and called out.

"Oh!!!"

Seiya's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he jumped up and ran towards the magic bell, while Zhang Fan walked slowly to the side and began to watch Seiya's battle.

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