The Crazy Old Man chuckled as he patted Jiang Fan's shoulder forcefully.
"That kid Yan Tianyang finally did something worthwhile, giving me such a treasure. Hahaha--"
Jiang Fan had lost count of how many times he had heard the name " Yan Tianyang," and he was too tired to explain anymore.
"I'm curious, is it really true that Spirit Master can't freely learn other people's cultivation techniques and martial arts skills?"
"Nonsense!"
The Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes. "Hurry up and continue. Digest everything you learned during the day. To be honest, I really want to see that old bastard Old Lan's expression when he sees you use that Phantom Gale Leg. Just thinking about it makes me laugh! His face will definitely be as black as a black bear spirit."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan couldn't help but complain, "Are you sure that old man won't beat me to death?"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. At most, I'll break your legs so you can never use this martial art again," the Crazy Old Man said.
Jiang Fan "..."
Jiang Fan made a decision: he would modify this leg technique so that he wouldn't be recognized.
Without further ado, Jiang Fan began to mentally disassemble and reassemble the Welcome Swift Kick.
After repeatedly rehearsing the scenario thousands of times, Jiang Fan was overjoyed.
It's done!
The next second, he took a step forward and waded forward, covering five or six meters in the blink of an eye.
After wading through the water for a few seconds, we arrived at the foot of Plow Mountain, and then it took us a few more seconds to get back into the courtyard.
"Huh?" The Crazy Old Man's eyes widened. "You're doing... Phantom Gale Leg? No, that doesn't look like it."
Jiang Fan replied with a smile, "I disassembled and reassembled the Phantom Gale Leg to deduce this set of footwork used to increase speed."
With this footwork, you'll be able to escape when facing enemies or monsters you can't defeat.
The Crazy Old Man was stunned. "You, you said—what did you say? You actually—you disassembled and reassembled the Phantom Gale Leg, and deduced a new footwork? Just now?"
"Yes, just now. Didn't you just say that if the Lan Family found out about my leg technique, I'd be in big trouble? So I thought I'd change the leg technique a bit, so that even if the Lan Family saw it, they wouldn't be completely sure it was the Phantom Gale Leg," Jiang Fan said.
The Crazy Old Man's mouth gaped open; he was completely dumbfounded.
He had seen geniuses, many geniuses, including himself, who was one of them.
At that time, he was incredibly famous, a figure that many geniuses could only look up to and admire.
They envy them, they are sour, but no matter how hard they try, it's all in vain.
Now, faced with Jiang Fan's talent, the Crazy Old Man expressed his envy and jealousy.
It took the Crazy Old Man a long time to sort out his thoughts.
"Since you have such skills, why don't you go to various martial arts schools, learn from their strengths, integrate them, and make them your own?"
Jiang Fan's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he was very interested.
So the next day after school, Jiang Fan went to the martial arts gym closest to the school.
Sky Eagle Martial Arts School
Seeing that Jiang Fan was very young, the receptionist knew at a glance that he was there to register, so she greeted him warmly.
"Hey kid, are you here to register? What kind of class are you looking for? A regular training class? Or do you want to learn some real skills?"
Learn real skills.
"You're really ambitious, student! Let me tell you, our martial arts school has been around for over a hundred years, with a long history. Not only that, our fees are very reasonable. However, the specific price depends on what kind of class you enroll in. If it's just a summer class—"
"Uh, do you have any trial classes?" Jiang Fan interrupted the receptionist.
Although interrupting someone is impolite, he felt that if he let the other person continue talking, it might get dark before they knew it.
"Yes, yes, yes! It's quite a coincidence, our martial arts master's son is going to teach some combat techniques today. Let me tell you, our eldest son is incredibly skilled; he's Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist. And our second son is also impressive; he's currently—"
"Where do we attend the classes?" Jiang Fan interrupted the receptionist's incessant chatter once again.
The receptionist was a little annoyed. How could this young man be so rude? Didn't he see she was getting really into it?
"It's over there, let me take you there."
"No need, I can go by myself."
Jiang Fan turned and left, soon arriving at a place called the Martial Arts Hall.
The interior space is quite large, about the size of four or five basketball courts.
Standing at the very center was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in martial arts attire, with a buzz cut and a spirited demeanor.
As expected, this person was the young master of the martial arts school mentioned by the receptionist, Early-Stage First Rank Martial Artist at the first level of the first rank.
For some reason, Jiang Fan felt that this person looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
The young man glanced around, "Now I will demonstrate the martial arts techniques of my Sky Eagle Martial Arts School."
Without hesitation, the young man performed a routine right in front of everyone.
Jiang Fan quickly memorized it, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.
Suddenly, he remembered.
He secretly learned Mu Feng's moves when he fought Mu Feng yesterday, some of which were demonstrated by this young man.
Speaking of which, Mu Feng's family owns a martial arts school, so he just happened to come across Mu Feng's family's martial arts school.
Jiang Fan quickly memorized all the martial arts techniques the young man had demonstrated, closed his eyes, and began to digest them rapidly.
"Hey! You little brat, who do you think you are with your eyes closed? If you don't want to look, then get lost!" the young man scolded irritably.
Jiang Fan opened his eyes and found himself the target of everyone's attention, with all eyes fixed on him.
He stood up and explained, "I don't mean to look down on you, but I was inspired by the martial arts technique you just displayed."
The young man clearly did not believe Jiang Fan's words.
You think you can gain some insight after just one viewing? Do you consider yourself some once-in-a-century genius?
"Really? Come up here, let me see how well you've grasped the essence?"
Jiang Fan initially intended to ignore it and leave, but he suddenly wanted to try it out and see how effective the martial arts technique he had deduced really was.
When everyone saw Jiang Fan actually go up, they all showed expressions of surprise.
"Holy crap! How old is this kid? He looks like a student, barely out of school yet! He actually dared to go up there. Doesn't he know that Mu Dong is Early-Stage First Rank Martial Artist?"
"I think he's just a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers; he hasn't experienced the harsh realities of life."
"He's probably going to get a black eye and a swollen face now."
Mu Dong looked at Jiang Fan standing opposite him and asked, "I won't bully the weak; I'll only fight you using martial arts."
"Good."
This is exactly what Jiang Fan wanted: martial arts versus martial arts, regardless of the disparity in qi and blood. Only in this kind of battle could he better test whether the martial arts he deduced were good or not.
Let's begin!
As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Fan and Mu Dong rushed towards each other.