Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Fang Zhixin narrowed his eyes with a fake smile and said softly, "Instructor, what are you laughing at? Tell me so I can be happy too."

"Ahem! I just remembered something happy. Yes, that's right."

Fang San closed his mouth under Fang Zhixin's murderous gaze and regained his dignity as an instructor: "Well! It seems that you have mastered the basic use of the short sword."

"Then let me tell you about the levels of weapon skills. Just like body skills, they are divided into five stages: entry level, proficient, mastered, sophisticated, and effortless. You should be just getting started now."

Ignoring Fang San's words and actions just now, Fang Zhixin nodded: "So what stage are you in?"

"Mastered." Fang San raised an eyebrow, looking proud. "Mastered all weapons, and even mastered some of them to the level of perfection."

Seeing Fang Zhixin's astonishment, Fang San raised his head and said, "Why do you think I can be your weapons instructor?"

"Raise your weapon proficiency to mastery. That's when you can combine your talents to create skills."

Fang Zhixin suddenly realized: "I understand, what should we do next?"

Fang San: "Get beaten. If you get beaten many times, you will learn it naturally."

As he finished speaking, a silver light flashed, and Fang San attacked with a dagger in his hand. The smile on his face faded, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

Fang Zhixin quickly teleported away, and the next second, a murderous aura came from behind like a leech attached to her bones, and she quickly blocked it with her knife.

The enormous force made her take several steps back. Before she could catch her breath, the next knife came, stabbing upward at a tricky angle. Fang Zhixin tilted her head, and the knife light was so cold that it seemed as if even her vision was about to be cut by the blade.

The dangerous aura on the blade made Fang Zhixin's eyes surge with emotions. All the nerves in her body were clamoring for danger, but she stared at Fang San's knife with full concentration.

At an angle where no one could see, Fang Zhixin's knife flashed an imperceptible light.

Seeing the blade approaching, an indifferent voice sounded beside Fang Zhixin's ears: "Left foot back, lower body, block horizontally."

Fang Zhixin gripped the knife tightly in his hand, his eyes determined, and moved according to the sound he heard, swinging the knife, and the blades collided with each other and made a hissing sound.

"Lean back, turn around, and stab him in the waist."

The next second, Fang Zhixin leaned back suddenly, his eyes fixed on Fang San's blade, the knife in his hand already reaching the opponent's waist.

"Change hands and knife, stand up, and strike upwards."

The girl's posture was no longer as stiff as before, and the cold blade slid past Fang San's ear.

He didn't show it on his face, but his heart was in turmoil. How could he become such a different person in just a few minutes, suddenly as if he was blessed by God?

Fang Zhixin fought harder and harder. At this moment, all she could see was the knife in her hand and the guidance in her ears. She knew that the one guiding her at this moment was the former owner of the knife. The voice of all things aroused the obsession attached to the knife.

If someone looked closely, they would find that Fang Zhixin's pupils were covered with a layer of gold, solemn and majestic.

Although he had the magical artifact Voice of All Things, Fang Zhixin was a novice after all, and was quickly thrown to the ground by Fang San.

"Shit..." Fang Zhixin seemed to have just woken up. The pain woke her up from the state of the sounds of all things, and then she felt the tearing and pulling pain on her body.

Fang San withdrew his hand, Fang Zhixin stood up, twisted her shoulders and got into attacking position again, she shouted: "Come again!"

"Oh!"

"Come again! I won't believe it!"

"Oh!"

.........

Eating, sleeping and fighting are the best ways to know faith. It is a good thing to be able to teach the young master to grow up...

...What a ghost!

Fang San felt the vibration of the dagger in his hand and looked at the girl with a focused and somewhat scary look. Her eyes were piercingly cold, as if she ignored everything, but one could see madness in them.

That kind of concentration makes people feel cold.

As time went on, Fang Zhixin kept getting beaten. She was like a masochist. The harder she was beaten, the more excited she became, and she kept accumulating experience points.

Being tortured in various ways every day, the progress is naturally visible to the naked eye.

After getting beaten by Fang San, he went to Fang Yi to do the plum blossom pole walking with a sandbag tied to his body, and then found time to go to Fang Er to do defense test training.

It seems like he is determined to practice to death if he doesn't die.

The students in Class A were stunned and looked at each other, and then joined the internal competition.

"They are all geniuses, who doesn't have perseverance? Roll, roll to death!"

The school is happy to see this, but it's hard on the five instructors and the teacher in the infirmary. Now they have a headache when they see the people in Class A. I guess these people are taking drugs.

They all look like they have pink eye, they are crazy!

After training to exhaustion once again, Fang Zhixin slumped down on the steps beside the training ground, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped from his face, along his wet hair, and fell on his military training uniform that was already almost soaked.

“It’s really… horrible…”

Her slightly dull murmurs, The Voice of All Things, were very effective, and could be said to be a master's plug-in. In just over a month, her body movements and weapons had reached a proficient level.

Fang Zhixin thought of something and opened the panel to check his data.

In order to make it easier to distinguish, the spiritual power value will no longer be displayed starting from level D. Only the level will be displayed, with five levels as a small stage.

Ignore the other columns and look directly at the skill column below and the spiritual power level column that has changed.

[Level: D-level intermediate

Spiritual power: LV8

Body Skills: Proficiency Stage

Short Sword: Skilled Stage】

Fang Zhixin was quite satisfied: "These are the results of my hard work. It's OK. I've decided to reward myself with a duck leg today."

Usually skill upgrades are relatively simple and easy in the early stages, just like the settings made by the black-hearted planners of the game. In the early stages, you will upgrade a lot, but in the later stages, you will lack experience to survive.

The higher you go, the greater the cost to increase one level.

Look, I had reached E level in a month before, but now, after more than a month, I have only barely reached a small level.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhixin put his hands on his knees and shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I can't expand. It's been more than a month, and I'm still at D level. I'm still a rookie. I have a long way to go."

The wind blew the leaves past, bringing a hint of coolness and also giving Fang Zhixin a complaint.

"I heard the person next to you complaining about you. He said you were Versailles."

"........."

Fang Zhixin was dumbfounded. No, could this be reported to others?

Xiao Feng: "Tattling? I'm just telling the truth. By the way, a lot of people are looking for you and will be here soon."

Fang Zhixin reacted and stood up suddenly, his hair standing on end, and ran out immediately. However, when he saw the aggressive crowd at the door, he braked quickly, his feet slipped, and he dug the ground a few times in embarrassment.

Not caring about her slipping feet, she looked around anxiously. When she saw an open window, she immediately ran towards it with a smile of relief.

Ah, God closes a door for you, but he will always open a window for you...

...What the hell...

The girl put one foot on the windowsill and slowly retracted her body, along with the bright smile on her face.

Damn it, this is so unbearable, all the roads are blocked, and these people are well prepared.