Chapter 110 (1/2)

(Mr. Gu, I'd like to offer you the ninth one!)

Redemption? The skill of using this metal stick is called redemption?

Mu fan really can't understand the meaning of the name, now black is not in, he is unable to ask.

Looking at Mu fan's bewildered eyes, the corner of his mouth under his cloak is slightly raised. The inheritance of my family in this world, let it flash the first light.

”The prerequisite for learning this skill is to master more than one layer of dark breath. Well, the dark breath on you is moving towards the third level, and now you should have felt some of its benefits. ” The fighter could see the details of Mu fan at a glance.

This is definitely beyond the scope of virtual! The wrestler's words let him recognize the huge gap between the two.

”Good, start trying to watch my movements in absolute calm. Remember, the weapon and your arm are one. ”

The wrestler puts out a starting action with a stick in his hand, and Mu fan rises with it.

The corner of the mouth under the cloak continued to rise, and the fighter appreciated Mu fan's precise imitation.

”Try to control the muscle strength of your fingers in the dark breathing state, because next, it depends on whether you can tolerate the pain.”

Mu fan's eyes widened, and saw that the short stick in the wrestler's fingers rubbed at random, unexpectedly rapidly rotated up, the quiet fighting training room sounded the whine of the wind.

Is it really amazing to rely on the rubbing of fingers? No, Mufan noticed that the finger seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light green fog.

Mu fan tries to rub hard for the first time, get up and fall.

”Three parts. Good. Go on.”

If the fighter praises him, he can't satisfy Mu fan. Is this strength only three points?

Mu fan bite teeth, muscle tension up, a twist.

”Four points.”

Once, twice, three times.

……

After nearly an hour, Mu fan finally reached five and a half minutes.

The one who opens his mouth, nods his head and whispers

Put his armor wrapped palm on Mufan's head, and a faint green light rises.

Mu fan suddenly feels that he has some more things in his brain, which is a method of controlling the breath in the dark. He uses his mind to control his breath to flow along the specific position.

Ten minutes.

They held their positions and stood here for ten minutes.

The wrestler closed his hand and hid himself in the dark. A faint voice came.

”Again, look at your limits.”

Mu fan is still using the black helmet that has been modified, and the pain lock 100% of the helmet.

When he opened his eyes, there was a faint flash of Ancient Runes in his eyes. Dark breath according to their own mind to see the line circulation arm, and then the muscles in absolute calm under the forced control, force!

Mufan only felt the burning pain of his arm. At that moment, he felt that his muscles had broken through the limits of his body. However, under the special stimulation and restraint of the dark breath, Mufan tried to endure the pain of tearing the muscles and released his strength.

Hum! He could see the stick spinning in the air, nearly twice as long as before.

”Less than eight and a half, that's good.”

Come again! Mu fan bites his teeth.

Another hour later, Mufan's fingers rub, the short stick has been steadily rotating in Mufan's palm, the same as the previous fighter's action.

”Good. The first move passed.” The fighter nodded. The boy's talent in this field was amazing, and what satisfied him was his perseverance to endure hardships and achieve his goals.

When the pointer points to 12 o'clock, Su Xiaomi downstairs curiously looks at the monitoring. Master heifan's room has not been moving. Is it possible that she is sleeping in the daytime?

But the one who doesn't eat?