Weird hand... This is Weird hand.

Feeling the surging power of his left arm, Wang Ran's Adam's apple floated.

Last time, he fainted after slashing out the magical slash. He was fine after recuperating for a few days. On the first day after returning to the sword hall, he found a personal practice room to study his arms.

After the previous outbreak of the weird hands, the weird hands had undergone considerable changes at this time.

It is a thick circle visible to the naked eye, and there is a faint dark air surrounding it.

When I looked closely, it seemed that there was nothing.

Near the shoulder blade, there is a tightly closed eyeball, which is very scary.

At his strong request, the original sealing device was taken off by Zhou Chen.

He had already used a magical slash, and he deeply remembered that feeling.

Besides, Wang Ran has never had the only saying that he, Wang Ran, had to conquer foreign things and had no saying that he bowed his head and surrendered.

Isn't it just a little trick, do it!

In a personal training room of about thirty or forty square meters, he waved his sword and slashed for more than ten minutes, but he couldn't help but frown.

Nothing feels.

It took another ten minutes, but I still couldn't figure it out.

How come it doesn't feel at all?

He was a little confused.

The feeling here refers to the sense of fusion between the strange hand and oneself.

It's strange.

Try to sense the strange power gathered in your left arm, experience it quietly, and mobilize it gently.

Wow—

Now, the body responded:

The evil spirit was so aroused by him, and it was instantly boiling.

Wang Ran's expression changed slightly and he quickly stopped him.

hiss……

What should I do?

He ignored himself with a weird hand and exploded whenever he touched the evil spirit.

The breakthrough entrance was not found for a moment.

Could it be because the owner Zhou is needed by his side?

He laughed at himself, then stunned again in a blink of an eye, looking at the eyes on his shoulders.

This eye...

Putting the sword around your waist, Wang Ran walked outside.

When we arrived at the No. 1 ring of the open-air martial arts field, forty people were practicing swords.

Among them are thirty-seven new faces and three old students.

"...I'm glad that everyone can join our Shushan Sword Hall, which will be the starting point for changing your life."

"That's all for the extra words. In the next period of time, xxx, xx, will be your deputy squad leader. I, Zhen Jun, will teach you the basic skills and techniques of Shushan Jiandao. I hope you can watch it well, learn it well, and not be fooled."

The boy in charge continued, turned his head and saw Wang Ran approaching.

He was stunned and asked, "Brother Ran, have you gone to the separate practice room?"

"It's too boring to practice by myself, I'll come out and get some more."

That feeling...appeared!

Wang Ran replied with a lip service, very surprised.

After he entered the ring, Guishou and himself established a link again.

It's because of this eye on the shoulder?

Eyes = line of sight.

It was precisely because of this that he brought him to a place with many people and tried it out, but he guessed it right!

Very evil.

Someone has to look at you before paying attention to me.

What, you are a big star, you will feel uncomfortable without a bird?

Wang Ran could keenly feel the gaze coming from all around him, and then his brows became deeper and deeper.

"So jealous, why can Wang Ran have such strong strength?"

"One arm is contaminated, why don't you die directly?"

"It is obviously me who was remembered by the Great Xuanren, why is it you!!"

"You should die during the Lantern Festival, die, die, die!"

Resentment, evil thoughts.

The eyes full of negative emotions almost penetrated his body!

Everyone is cursing themselves to die and wants to kill themselves!

"Brother Ran...Brother Ran?"

Called him back with shouts.

"Zhen Jun?"

Wang Ran came back to his senses in a daze, drew out the sword, then flashed to the side, looking alert.

"Brother Ran, what's wrong with you?" Zhen Jun was stunned. "I saw you not moving just now, and your face became increasingly ugly. Is it because the sequelae of the weird hand has not yet been cured?"

"I……"

A layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. Wang Ran opened his mouth and finally shook his head, "There are some effects, nothing is wrong. You can continue to take the new students to practice swords. Oh, by the way, if you find that my face is wrong, remember to wake me up."

"Okay, Brother Ran, you should also be careful, there is no need to work so hard."

"I know it in my heart."

Wang Ran took several deep breaths in a row.

These eyes are a bit too evil.

Process the normal vision into various evil thoughts.

No wonder the owner of the Pavilion Zhou said that he was in control of the weird hands and the process of contracting the evil god was full of thorns.

This is not the beginning, he was already attacked.

The owner of the museum is sincere and will not deceive me.

even so……

Still keep practicing swordsmanship!

First set a small goal and fully master the weird slash.

After the last time, the owner of the Pavilion Zhou made a brief analysis, it was just a simple one.

The evil energy condenses on the sword, and then uses the iron-cutting style and the sword-loving style, with a little sword pressure, and the slash that compresses to the extreme is a slash.

Purple-black sword energy, a new version you have never seen before.

Perceive the eyeballs, sense the evil spirits, and resist the evil thoughts received in your mind.

The three of them work together, and the evil spirit is mobilized little by little. First, it gathers in the left arm and then moves toward the palm of the palm.

There is a lot of resistance, and this thing is no longer as driven as the spiritual power as the arm.

"It's almost coming out, I'm going to work hard!"

"It's right... I'm here, uh!"

My face turned red, and even my little finger was pressing.

Finally, a wisp of black appeared on the sword blade.

cut!

Boji~

It seems like he is farting.

The long sword slashed in the air without any pain or itch, but it sounded strangely funny.

Boji~
To be continued...