"You have only been practicing to the second level in just one day? How is this possible?"

When the old man heard what Zhao Fan said was lightly, he was a little stunned.

Because the first level of martial arts cannot handle Yu Song, then he upgraded the martial arts to level 2? Is there such a magical thing in the world?

If all martial arts practitioners upgrade as soon as they want, wouldn’t it be that the masters ran away all over the ground? If that’s true, what are those who practice hard regardless of the cold and heat?

"It's been a long time since I checked your practice. Anyway, there's nothing wrong at this time. Please accompany me to practice!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhao Fan with a complicated expression, and spoke.

"I haven't had supper yet, I'm so hungry..."

Zhao Fan still has a thorough understanding of the old man. He started running away when he spoke, but he still couldn't escape after all.

The old man didn't discuss it with him, he just informed him, and he had already started to do it as soon as he finished speaking.

"Hey, I'm a patient, I'm a wounded person, so you can't be gentle?"

Zhao Fan was beaten up by the old man twice when he was not careful. While running away, he shouted exaggeratedly.

Zhao Fan felt a little bitter, and looked at the old man who was like a madman when he started fighting, and had no choice but to run away.

With the defensive bonus brought to him by the system and the old man deliberately held back, he would not have hurt him, but it really hurts.

Although Zhao Fan has now practiced the nameless martial arts to the second level, every time the old man hit him, his strength was like a storm and irresistible.

This is not the most aggrieved thing. What is most aggrieved is that although the old man took action ruthlessly, he has no hostility towards Zhao Fan.

Without hostility, the system will not collect experience points, which means that Zhao Fan's attack is completely useless.

"Bastard, is this how I taught you this trick? I haven't seen you for a few years, what have you practiced?"

After Zhao Fan was slapped by the old man, he lost even the courage to take action.

In recent years, he relied on his amazing defense. When fighting with people, he would pay attention to any moves and other things. Usually, he would rush over and beat him up. In addition to putting some effort into speed, the old man taught me only picked a few simplest and most practical exercises.

The old man is just testing his skills, not fighting for life and death. If he really has to rush over, he will probably only be beaten even worse.

After some tests, the old man's face was so angry that his face was purple, and his actions were getting heavier and heavier, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

"Fighting against others, the first priority is to fight and escape without fighting. Is this what I taught you? I haven't been beaten for some time, isn't my skin itchy?"

When the old man ran away, he roared loudly, took Zhuanxu's steering step, followed him closely and beat him up. The crackling sound made Mu Qingya, who was standing at the door, tremble in her heart.

"You are jealous. You just think that I upgrade too quickly, making you unable to hold on your face!"

Zhao Fan was beaten so hard that he grinned and shouted without begging for forgiveness.

He thought the system had been upgraded, and there were Zhuanxu's horse-controlling steps and the nameless martial arts, so the old man probably could not do anything to him. He knew that when he fought, he was completely beaten. Judging from the old man's appearance, he didn't use all his strength at all.

"I make you jealous, I make you stubborn!"

The old man slapped him on the back of the head again, and the master and apprentice chased and fled, constantly circling around the house, and the yard was completely full of chaos.

"Don't force me. If I force me again, I will cheat!"

Zhao Fan looked at the old man who could take several meters of Zhuanxu's horse-controlling step with envy on his face. He remembered that he had more than 2,000 skill points available, and his eyes turned, and he shouted again with his head in his arms.

"I'll let you cheat!"

The old man was so angry that his hair was standing up, so he would not let go. He wanted to beat him to death here directly. He jumped up and kicked him on the butt.

Zhao Fan, who was kicked, gritted his teeth and summoned the system to add more than 60 skill points to Zhuanxu's stewardship.

In the blink of an eye, the footwork reached level 2, and the speed suddenly increased. As my feet stepped out, my body was moving away at a rapid speed. A thicker warm breath moved between my legs, and my whole body became extremely light and agile.

“Huh?”

The old man who was following him fell to nothing and let out a slap in surprise. He was confused on his face, and his feet speed increased again, but he was still a little short of that and could no longer catch up with Zhao Fan.

"Your footwork has reached the second floor?"

The old man stopped, looked at Zhao Fan with a complicated expression and shouted in surprise.

"You forced me to do it. If I can't beat you, can't I run away? How about it? Can't I catch up with me?"

Zhao Fan flipped the air in the air, his face full of unconcealed pride, and he shouted with a look of need of beating.

"Can you improve with pressure? It's just a matter of time. In three days, Zhuanxu's horse-controlling step was practiced to the second level. Then I'll force it to see how talented you are against the will of heaven."

The old man also looked solemn, with expectation in his eyes, he stepped on his feet and rushed towards Zhao Fan again.

When Zhao Fan saw the old man, he came to him casually, shouted out loud, turned around and ran away.

He was also extremely shocked in his heart. He thought that the old man's speed had reached its limit, but he didn't know that when he looked at it, the old man's speed was twice as fast as before. His thin body had almost turned into a phantom, and he had just turned around and was already behind him.

The crackling sounds were heard one after another, and Zhao Fan's pig-killing sound also appeared around the house again.

"No more fighting, no more fighting."

Zhao Fan wanted to add the skill points to Zhuanxu's horse steward again, but it only took one thousand skill points to upgrade from level 2 to level 3. His remaining skill points should be kept for use when needed. If he used them at this time, he would not be able to take them off.

Although the old man looks very fierce, he is just taking the exam for his kung fu and will not really kill him. What's more?

He shouted loudly for a while and lay directly on the ground, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. Now he gave up even escaping.

"Stand up for me!"

"If you can't get up, you won't get up to death!"

...

The master and apprentice made a fuss for a while, and finally the old man looked at Zhao Fan with a lazy look on his face and gasped. He kicked him with regret and stopped forcing him to continue.

Although Zhao Fan's performance was not satisfied with him in many aspects, it also surprised him enough. Upgrading as soon as he said that he was upgraded, this kind of incredible operation made him feel the urge to slice and study this apprentice.

After entering the house, Zhao Fan raised his eyes and saw Mu Qingya wearing an apron walking towards him with a large bowl of noodles.

At this moment, Mu Qingya's long hair was casually rolled behind her head, wearing a floral chiffon short sleeve, a knee-length denim skirt, and a khaki apron. She looked more gentle and gentle, more fireworks, no longer the desertedness that would keep people from thousands of miles away, nor the noble queen aura of the female president.

"I just moved here and I didn't have much preparations. I just had white noodles. You can eat it just by doing it!"

Knowing that Mu Qingya had walked in front of her and handed over the noodles in her hand, Zhao Fan realized that the bowl of noodles was actually cooked for him.

"It's better to starve this incompetent thing to death!"

The old man snorted coldly, saw Mu Changfeng wave to him on the sofa, and entered the room with a dark face.

"I'm really a little flattered. The president of Mu Group cooked noodles for me personally. If it spread, many people would probably be jealous and wanted to kill me!"

Zhao Fan quickly took the noodles, sat sideways on the dining table, buried his head and took a bite, and then said vaguely.

"It's just a bowl of noodles, how could it be as exaggerated as you said?"

Mu Qingya heard what he said interestingly, her lips raised slightly, and there was a rare smile. This smile was like a blooming flower, and the whole room seemed to be much brighter.

"It's so delicious. I wonder if I have the chance to have a big meal you made by yourself. It can be cooked so delicious in a bowl of noodles. The cooking will definitely be even better!"

Zhao Fan looked at her with some surprise, stretched out his thumbs to her, and praised her sincerely.

He was really not deliberately flattering, and he didn't know if he was hungry. He felt that the bowl of noodles cooked by Mu Qingya was actually delicious like never before.

I was also a little surprised. The Mu family's conditions have always been good. The nanny has been working in their family for more than 20 years. In other words, Mu Qingya has always been served by someone, and I really didn't expect that she could cook.

And more, there are some touching things. This girl who looks deserted is actually very delicate. She was beaten up by the old man outside just now. He shouted that she hadn't had dinner yet, which is actually half true and half false. Unexpectedly, she really listened.

What is the most satisfying thing for a chef?

That is the dish I cooked myself, and the people who eat it were praised and ate it clean.

Seeing Zhao Fan working hard for a while, two-thirds of the bowl of noodles were gone, Mu Qingya felt a sense of accomplishment. It seemed that compared to managing the Mu Family Group, this bowl of noodles was more proud that she could be recognized by Zhao Fan.

When he heard Zhao Fan say he wanted to eat the meal she made with his own hands, and remembering the involuntary actions of the two people in several crises, Mu Qingya felt a little touched, her pretty face turned slightly red, and she nodded softly in a thin voice like a mosquito and flies.

Zhao Fan suddenly saw Mu Qingya's expression and was a little confused. He raised his head blankly and smiled, burying his head in the noodle bowl with only a little soup left.

Mu Qingya was slightly stunned, with a little sadness and shame, she took off her apron and hung it in the kitchen, turned around and walked towards the sofa.

After Zhao Fan finished eating the noodles, he saw the old man waved to him with a dark face, smiled, and walked over slowly.

These two masters and apprentices have never been beaten and never fought back. The attacks for several consecutive days have already made the old man's anger to the verge of an outburst.

If it weren't for not being able to find out where the Dark Web Headquarters was located, the old man would have found the Dark Web Headquarters to find the mastermind behind the scenes.

After today's battle, everyone made up their minds and decided to give these people a ruthless one according to Zhao Fan's arrangement. It's no longer as simple as killing a chicken to warn the monkey. The master and apprentice now even want to kill the monkey.

The four of them discussed it until late at night before they made up the plan.

It takes two days to prepare, and after it is ready, the news has to be released. For Zhao Fan, he can still have a day off.

After the matter was confirmed, Zhao Fan returned to the room arranged by Mu Qingya for him, lay on the bed and thought for a while, took out the phone and dialed it out.
Chapter completed!