When An Fei drew more than 700 marks on the wall of the villa, his physical fitness finally reached its best state. Each mark represents a day. There are no watches or timers on the isolated island, so he can only use this most primitive method to record the time. In more than two years, An Fei has been unable to bear it several times and tried to cross the strait to find a life that can talk to him to relieve loneliness. However, after swimming for more than ten miles, he returned to the isolated island. People who can't stand loneliness can't do big things! Now that the future of going out is unpredictable, it's better to continue waiting!

An Fei's training method is systematic, but the original owner of this body is too cowardly and as timid as a mouse, and progresses very slowly when starting training. The first step in fighting training is to train one's eyes. To be precise, it is to curb the instinct of blinking the body. When an object flies to a person's face, ordinary people will blink involuntarily, in order to avoid the damage of fragile eyes. The main difference between ordinary people and Jianjiazi is here. When the contestants in the boxing ring compete with each other, no matter how severe the hit they receive or where the body is hit, the contestants' eyes will not blink and look at the other party coldly. People who have not practiced fighting will definitely not be able to do it.

It seems that blinking is irrelevant, but in fact it is the most important thing! For example, someone stands three meters away in front of you and hits you with a brick. From the brick breaking away from the other party's hand to the flying towards his body, the time will not exceed 0.5 seconds, while the time of blinking will take 0.2 to 0.5 seconds. Some ordinary people are afraid of blinking for more than one second. Before they can open their eyes, they have already suffered a heavy blow and have no time to react. A trainer will observe the opponent's attack from beginning to end. 0.5 seconds is enough for the brain and nerves to react, so as to make quick avoidance actions.

An Fei remembers it very clearly. The day before he practiced his eyes, he played snowball fights with his classmates. That time he was beaten very miserably. Later, he only took half a night to complete the entire training, and then consolidated the training effect. Three days later, he played snowball fights with his classmates again. He was able to deal with more than a dozen Shang Zi easily. At that time, An Fei did not practice physical fitness. He relied on the reaction of ordinary people to dodge the opponent's snowball, and also won the title of Snowball Prince. The mysterious experience made An Fei develop a fanatical interest in fighting since then, and he practiced for more than ten years.

The quality of this body is a little worse. In that world, An Fei completed his eyes training in just a few days, but spent half a month on this body, and his progress in other aspects was also very slow. However, with An Fei's persistence and hard practice for more than two years, he finally achieved the set goal.

The practice of magic is also difficult. Although there are Yagore's experience notes, this thing is of great use to magicians or magicians, but it is useless to An Fei. What Yagore recorded is his experience. He is not writing magic textbooks. Many basic things Yagore has not written at all, and he has only mentioned them after writing them. An Fei can only rely on himself to explore it slowly.

However, An Fei's understanding is quite good. After practicing for two years, he can finally release a small fireball. An Fei still has no grasp of the other magic. For a normal magic apprentice, he can already commit suicide by learning the cultivation speed of the small fireball in two years. But An Fei still enjoys it. This thing is good! You don't need to bring fire tools on outings, you don't need to explore flashlights, you don't need to prepare firewood in winter, and you don't need to roast sweet potatoes.

In the eyes of most magic apprentices, the small fireball is an aggressive magic, but An Fei has completely reformed the usage of the small fireball. It is common to use the small fireball to ignite it. Sometimes during morning exercises, he also holds the small fireball while running, looking like an Olympic fire relay player.

The reform was pleasant, but the direct consequence was that the magic power was not used enough, and An Fei had to extend the time of meditation. Fortunately, he began to practice breath regulation and breath closure since he was a child, and had already cultivated enough concentration, which was nothing.

On this day, An Fei sat upright on the reef by the sea and practiced breathing, perhaps because of practicing magic, or perhaps because the spiritual energy contained in this world was more than his world. An Fei felt that his breathing skills were progressing very quickly, otherwise he would not have cultivated a fragile body to be stronger than the body of another world within two years.

It was October, and the sea breeze had already brought a little chill. However, for a person who practiced breathing and breathing, the most basic effect of not entering the evil wind and not invading the cold and heat is the most basic effect. An Fei was naked and sat in the sea breeze, and seemed very leisurely and contented.

Suddenly, he felt something, took a breath, walked through the twelve-level building, then slowly closed his power, opened his eyes, and saw two small black dots appearing on the sea in the distance.

Someone is here! An Fei was surprised and happy. This is a magical world, with mysterious magic, magical fighting spirit, various monsters, and even dragons. He didn't know how much capital he had to survive in such a world, but no matter what, an ugly daughter-in-law would inevitably meet her parents-in-law. Since the opportunity to be born has already appeared, he has no reason to avoid it!

An Fei jumped off the reef and rushed towards the villa as fast as possible. As an assassin, his thoughts were much more thoughtful than ordinary people. If he had been replaced by an ordinary person, he would probably stay in place and wait for the ship to approach, but An Fei thought of many things.

There are two types of visitors. One is to visit Yagor or passers-by who accidentally came to the isolated island, and the other is to seek revenge from Yagor or pirates. An Fei doesn't want to try his luck, so he must be fully prepared!

After rushing into the villa, An Fei grabbed a bag, turned around and rushed to the back of the villa, and ran to the woods behind the villa. There was a deep pit that had been dug a year and a half ago. An Fei didn't think about it and threw the bag into the pit, then pushed a rock at the edge of the pit into the pit. Then he swept all the sand and soil at the edge of the pit into the pit. Finally, it took a few minutes to properly process the sand and soil. He could not let others find anything abnormal about this piece of sand.

The bag is filled with Yagore's magic diary and magic books, and there are many magic props that An Fei cannot understand. The larger props have been hidden in other places by An Fei. Good people and bad people are not fixed. Good people can become bad people at any time, and bad people can also become good people! Even if the person comes is Yagore's old friend, when he finds that Yagore is dead and leaves behind magic diaries and magic books with great research value, he may also have the intention of robbing them. Maybe he will kill people to silence them! An Fei understood the truth that a man is innocent and possesses a treasure when he was very young!

Of course, An Fei also left some magic props in the villa. After all, if Yagor is a great magician, if nothing is left, it will inevitably arouse others' suspicion.

An Fei did not move the gold and silver objects in the villa. This was prepared for the "bad guys". Money is something outside the body. Sprinkle it with your left hand and earn it back with your right hand. If the person comes is a robber, he can use money to eliminate disasters. The robber is also humane and has a moral bottom line. An Fei cooperates very much and handes everything to the other party, and then finds out some gold coins that he deliberately hides. I believe the other party should also give himself a way out. If his luck is extremely bad, he will meet a group of inhumane guys, then fight! Anyway, An Fei is not a person who is waiting to die!

Back at the villa, An Fei put on a homemade mage robe. He said it was homemade, but in fact he changed Yagor's mage robe. In addition to the mage robe specially made with special materials, the mage robe in this world is similar. Whether it is a magician of the level, a magician of the level, or a high-ranking mage robe, the mage robe worn by the soldiers of various countries is similar. The only area

Especially the mage robe worn by the great magician is inlaid with gold edges, the mage robe worn by the magician is inlaid with silver edges, and the mage robe worn by the magician is marked with satin belts, but the magician is not qualified to wear a mage robe. Few people dare to fake this thing. If a magician wears the mage robe in order to attract the attention of others, once the matter is revealed, he will not only end up being ruined, but also be chased by the magic union!

An Fei took off the gold edge and did not sew a ribbon on the mage's robe, making it impossible for others to guess his magic level. He deliberately wore the mage's robe and had another purpose, which was to hide his strength and create an illusion for the other party! In terms of magical attainments, An Fei was just able to emit small fireballs, but when it comes to close combat, An Fei thought he still had a considerable lethality. The other party thought he was a mage, so he naturally had to deal with him by dealing with the mage, and he could take advantage of the opportunity!

An Fei tidied up his mage robe, walked out of the villa, and walked slowly towards the beach. He had a warm and honest smile on his face, his steps were neither too fast nor too slow, firm and confident. At some point, human nature was like a dog. If you had a confident expression, the other party would not dare to act rashly. If you showed timidity or wanted to turn around and escape, the dog might catch up and bark endlessly, or even bite your feet.

The two sea boats were getting closer and closer. When An Fei could already see the appearance of the sailor on the boat, two figures flew up from the sea boat. The difference was that one figure flew up like a wisp of blue smoke to An Fei and slowly fell down, while the other figure drew a chic parabola in the air, landing on the beach, splashing some sand and stones.

An Fei felt awe-inspiring in his heart. A man was a mage, using intermediate-level floating magic. Although floating magic can make people fly in the air, it is not free to fly. Whenever he rises and falls or turns left and right, ordinary magicians will experience temporary stagnation. The magic operation of this mage brings a natural and free feeling. Obviously, the manipulation power of the magic has reached the level of entering the hall. An Fei estimated that the person who came was at least an intermediate-level magician! The warrior did not use fighting energy, and the human body jumping power alone could achieve the same effect as the floating magic. Moreover, there were not many sands and stones splashing when landing, which completely violated the gravity rules understood by An Fei. It seemed that the warrior's grade was not low!

An Fei felt awesome in his heart, but a warm smile appeared on his face: "Hello, two old men." He had seen the appearance of the other party clearly. The mage was fifty years old, with two long-lived eyebrows slightly lowered downwards. His light blue eyes were as deep as the sea, his nose was tall, and his long light golden hair added a bit of charm to him. The warrior was over forty years old and had an ordinary appearance, but his body was tough and upright as a javelin, giving people a sharp blade. His eyes were brown, and his eyes were full of calmness, as if he didn't care about everything.

"Little boy, you are good too." The mage smiled and said, "Is Master Yagor living in seclusion here?"

"Two old men are" An Fei neither admitted nor denied it. Although he was just chatting, there was a distinction between active and passive. The party who could constantly ask questions naturally took the initiative.

"Little boy, go tell Yagor, just say that his old friend has come to see him." The warrior continued.

"My name is Thor, his name is Ernest. If you tell Master Yagor our name, he will understand." The mage smiled.

An Fei looked up and down at Thor, feeling a little confused. In his perception, a magician's robe should have some signs representing his identity. His robe is specially made to confuse the public. Unexpectedly, the magician in front of him is like himself, a tidy and generous robe, but without any sign, which makes An Fei unable to estimate the other party's identity and strength.

It is normal for An Fei to not understand, because he has never reached that level. A nouveau riche always likes to dress up with jewels, while a true family member never bothers to prove himself with gold and silver. By the same token, a magician may like to use a mage robe with a logo to win the respect and fear of others. Those who are truly walking at the peak of power disdain for wearing any logo. His voice is power, and his existence is deterrence!

An Fei evaluated the world from Yagor's actions and living habits, and the starting point was wrong, because Yagor was an exception. He devoted all his energy to studying magic. His daily life was always careless and he wore whatever he had. So Yagor wore all the things given to him by the magic union. The gold edges inlaid on the robe were so brilliant.

"Two old men, please follow me." An Fei said with a smile on his face.

"Don't you have to go and report it first? As far as I know, Yagor hates others disturbing his life, and he will blame you when the time comes." Thor asked strangely.

"Oh" An Fei sighed, his sigh was neither too big nor too small, and he seemed a little artificial when the voice was loud, and he was worried that the other party would not hear it: "Teacher Yagor will not blame me."
Chapter completed!