Infinite Plane Devour

Chapter 60

The force value in this animation is so high that it has exceeded Wu Xian's expectations. Shi Lan alone can beat these disciples who have practiced Confucian swordsmanship into a mess, and within a short period of time, Wu Xian Xian felt that it was necessary to re-evaluate the feasibility of this task.

You must know that people at this time were more martial arts, and they paid attention to self-cultivation. Most of their physical fitness was much higher than that of modern people. Among them, the Confucian disciples not only ate well, but also practiced martial arts, but they were completely defeated by a weak woman. This Shi Lan is really powerful.

Some couldn't believe the scene before him, Tianming was afraid that he would be held accountable, so he took Shi Lan's hand and ran into the distance.

At this time, two people jumped down from the nearby tree, Fatty Ding and Robber Zhi.

After watching Tianming walk away, Fatty Ding looked at Robber Zhi with some doubts: "I'm not mistaken, did Tianming do the move just now?"

"No, Tianming just made one move and knocked one person into the air, and the other person was shot by that person named Shi Lan. Fatty Ding, this person has been with you all along, so you haven't noticed anything wrong?"

Patting his round belly, Fatty Ding shook his head: "I just think he's weird, but I don't know where the weirdness is. I kept him by my side just to investigate him, but I didn't expect him to be so weird. It’s so deeply hidden, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn’t believe that such an honest person would have such profound skills.”

As he said that, Fatty Ding came over and patted Wu Xian on the shoulder: "You did a good job, enlightening our giant.

Hey, Tianming has indeed been wronged these days, why didn't Shaoyu take care of him. "

"It's enough trouble for Shaoyu to deal with those Confucian disciples every day, and it's not easy to help Tianming conceal his identity. Fortunately, Wu Xian is still here, but..."

Robber Zhi came up and touched left and right, which made Wu Xian very uncomfortable.

"Your martial arts are too poor, and your internal strength is pitifully weak. Based on this, I'm afraid that when you encounter danger, it's not you who protect the giant, but he protects you."

Wu Xian also knew his own situation. Due to the existence of the curse in his body, he couldn't cultivate his inner strength faster. In addition, the world he had been to before had nothing to do with his inner strength, so his progress was not very fast.

Even in this plot world, he only practiced kung fu for a few days. Without anyone to teach him, it can be said that he has made no progress. Now may be the opportunity, Wu Xian clasped his fists.

"I know my own situation. Since I was asked to come here, on the one hand, it is for my injury, and on the other hand, it is to protect Juzi, but I have not been of any use. Therefore, I hope to learn martial arts so that I can be better. Just do your own thing."

The two looked at each other, thinking about it.

Fatty Ding suddenly said: "Root Zhi, you are still in charge of inquiring information, you can't stay in one place for long, and I come here often, besides, I have not inherited any of my abilities, so don't lose them when the time comes. I'll teach him."

Robber Zhi readily agreed, but his temperament cannot be taught.

In the afternoon of the next day, after class, Shaoyu went out with several Confucian disciples, while Wu Xian and Tianming quietly came to the woods.

Walking under a lush tree, Fatty Ding had been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing Tianming, Fatty Ding put on a straight face: "What happened yesterday was so dangerous, how could you be so disregarding your own safety, you're fine now."

Tianming also heard Fatty Ding's concern for him, stuck out his tongue, and said embarrassingly: "Yesterday I didn't think much about it, I just wanted to protect him, now it's all right, and the third master and the others didn't teach me a lesson. "

After all, it was their fault, and Confucianism naturally wouldn't blame Tianming. After thinking about it, Fatty Ding suddenly leaned in front of Tianming, "How about this, you worship me as your teacher, how about I teach you martial arts? Knives."

Taking a step back, Tianming shook his head again and again: "I want to become a swordsman like Uncle in the future, of course I have to learn swordsmanship, why should I learn your swordsmanship."

Looking at Tianming with smiling eyes, Fatty Ding said with a grin, "Learn the knife technique with me, and you can eat roast pheasant every day, how about it?"

"Ah, really."

Seeing Fatty Ding's appearance as a bad uncle abducting and selling children, Wu Xian was speechless for a while, and seeing Tianming drooling when he heard the roasted pheasant, Wu Xian shook his head, wondering if it was really good for him to tell Fatty Ding Tianming's weakness .

Tianming was already on the road, Fatty Ding took out the kitchen knife he had prepared earlier and handed it to Wu Xian and Tianming.

"My set of knife skills is called Jieniu knife technique, which was learned by the ancestors of our old Ding family in the kitchen.

While proficient in cooking skills, he also created a set of martial arts to match it. "

"Moreover, the most peculiar thing is that every style of Jie Niu Dao comes from a dish."

"Dish, is it delicious?" Tianming became interested when he heard the food.

Fatty Ding smiled mysteriously: "Of course it's delicious, just practice with me now."

The first is the knife technique. Fatty Ding picked up the kitchen knife in his hand, and took out a pear from the lunch box next to him. Then the kitchen knife flashed in his hand, and his movements were fast.

With a few strokes of "shua shua swipe", all the skin of the pear was peeled off, and even the top of the skin was carved with patterns.

"Wow, that's great." Tianming clapped his hands and applauded.

"This is what I have practiced for decades. I dare say that no one can match me, right, Wu Xian."

"Me?" Pointing at himself, Wu Xian felt a little helpless, this was not because he deliberately wanted to slap him in the face.

Also picking up a pear, Wu Xian waved the kitchen knife in his hand, and in an instant, it became exactly the same as that of Fatty Ding.

"Ah! Brother Wu Xian, you are so good." Tianming was already stunned, and even called his elder brother.

Fatty Ding was also stunned, but he didn't feel like he was being slapped in the face at all at this moment, but felt that he had finally found someone who could inherit his unique skills, and he felt a burst of excitement in his heart.

Putting his hands on Wu Xian's shoulders, Fatty Ding was a little excited and speechless: "Yes, I didn't misunderstand you, you are the most suitable for solving the bull-sword technique."

After the initial shock, Fatty Ding also calmed down and taught them seriously, but the difference was that he had clearly focused on Wu Xian.

"Cooking is divided into cooking, frying, frying, deep-frying, steaming, boiling, and stewing."

"Cooking is particular about cutting, chopping, slicing, picking, sectioning, scribing, and chopping."

"Follow me now."

For the whole afternoon, Wu Xian practiced with Fatty Ding. In the middle of Tianming, he cried out that he was tired, and fell asleep there.

After yelling a few more times, Fatty Ding simply let him sleep more, and wholeheartedly taught Wu Xian the skill of solving the bull-sword technique.

(End of this chapter)