[73. Leisure walk]

The breeze is clear, a red sun rises from the sky, and the cool breeze in the morning blows on people, cheering people up. The insects chirped in the grass, the dewdrops on the grass emitted a touching light under the morning sun, the faint fog slowly dissipated under the breeze, and a quiet morning came quietly.

The black witch people went out one after another, and the originally quiet valley suddenly became lively. The playful children played from time to time, and the early adults had begun to prepare breakfast. The whole valley is quiet and peaceful. If he hadn't known that this was the gathering place of the black witches who were afraid of the whole Dragon Island, Ian really thought it was a paradise when he saw this scene.

Looking at the busy people around, Ian smiled happily and was infected by the atmosphere here. Ian kept greeting the people around him, and everyone was very polite to the foreign guest. At a corner, Ian saw a familiar figure and quickly ran to say hello, "Hi, good morning, Keith. It's a beautiful morning."

"Real?" Keith replied faintly, and his forward steps did not stop.

Seeing that Keith was so cold, Ian didn't care and patted Keith on the shoulder with a faint smile, "Don't do this? Why do you always look cold? Look how nice the weather is today. You should be happier. Looking at such a wonderful morning, Ian's tense nerves for many days finally had a moment of relaxation.

Seeing that Ian patted his shoulder with no feeling, Keith frowned and didn't say anything, but gently shook his shoulder to bounce Ian away and continued to walk forward. Seeing Keith's movements, Ian smiled, touched his hair, and caught up with Keith's footsteps.

"You really don't have any mood at all. The weather is so nice. Why don't you show me around?" Ian followed Keith slowly, with an indescribably relaxed tone.

Keith continued to walk forward without answering Ian's words. The two turned around the corner and stopped in front of a compound. "Let's go. I'll take you to breakfast and show you to our martial arts arena later." After saying that, Keith took the lead in walking to the courtyard.

Looking at Keith's cold back, Ian shook his head and followed Keith in.

After breakfast, Keith took Ian to a large martial arts arena. At this time, the people in the martial arts arena were full of noise and excitement. Countless teenagers trained hard in the martial arts arena, practiced martial arts, and the sound of humming came from afar. Seeing the excited expressions, the young faces under the morning sun, and the loud slogans all declared their vitality.

Keith took Ian to the center of the martial arts arena, where there were some 17- or 18-year-old teenagers. The instructors who trained them were a middle-aged tough man with bulging muscles and a red upper body exuding bronze luster. When the big man saw Keith coming, he hurried forward to salute with great respect. Case waved his hand and motioned him to continue to train the teenagers. With Keith standing aside, the teenagers became more enthusiastic, fierce and diligent. The surrounding people are infected by the atmosphere here, and the training is also harder.

Looking at the training of the teenager on the field, Keith turned around and looked at Ian. His tone was still cold as before, but with a trace of relief in the coldness, "Ian, you are from the outside world. You must have a lot of knowledge. Can you come and see how their training is?"

Ian, who was concentrating on watching the training, was stunned by Keith's sudden question and blurted out without thinking, "Sloppy, make do with it." As soon as he said this, Ian regretted that it was not good to say that other people's students in front of others.

Sure enough, the big man was immediately unhappy when he heard Ian's words. He stood aside and said angrily, "Humph! I don't know where this is for you? Haven't you asked for advice yet?"

Ian quickly returned the gift and said that he didn't dare, "Sir, just call me Ian."

Quent didn't care about Ian's courtesy. "I just said that I'm sloppy. It seems that their training is not in Mr. Ian's eyes. I don't know if we can practice for the lower class so that we savages in the mountains can see the superb skills of the outside world?"

As soon as he heard this, Ian secretly complained. What kind of mouth is he? Now it's okay. Let's offend others. "This, this..." Ian looked at Case with a look for help.

Keith reported that his hands were indifferent to his shoulders. He stood there with his eyes slightly closed to refresh himself. Seeing Keith's expression, Ian sighed. It seemed that this barrier could not be avoided today.

Quent frowned, "What? Does Mr. Ian look down on us mountain savages? Don't you even want to give me some advice?"

Ian quickly waved his hand, "No, no, it's just that I'm not shallow, so I won't be ashamed to be conspicuous."

Quent disdained for Ian's explanation, turned to the teenager training on the field, pressed his hands down, motioned everyone to stop the training, and shouted, "Stop, everyone. This is our distinguished guest, Mr. Ian. Today, he will come to test what everyone has learned during this period. Welcome."

There was thunderous applause in the field, and underground discussions came one after another, discussing the sudden appearance of this distinguished guest. Seeing the big scene, Ian could only shake his head and smile bitterly. Quincy made a gesture of invitation to Ian, and Ian bravely stepped into the field.

Ian punched around and said, "Hyo, everyone, just call me Ian. I don't dare to teach each other. Let's learn from each other. If there is anything you don't understand, you can share the questions in the process of cultivation."

The field was so quiet that no one would stand up. Seeing this situation, Quint frowned and colored a teenager in the field. The teenager took the lead in standing up and salute each other. "Instructor, I have doubts, Mr. Ian, we have not seen his strength. Although the instructor admires him very much, we also want to personally verify whether he has the strength to teach us."

At this time, a long-haired girl stood up, stopped the teenager's behavior, and saluted Ian, "Mr. Ian, please don't be surprised. Please restrain my brother's unreasonableness."

Ian smiled, smiled brightly at the girl, and looked at Quint with playful eyes. The meaning was very obvious. I knew your boy's mind for a long time, and I didn't change a new move. Quint saw Ian's eyes, snorted coldly and turned his head aside.

Ian looked at the teenagers in the field, with a smile on the corners of his mouth. If Arthur and others of the werewolves saw Ian's expression, they would not dare to take a breath, because this was the iconic expression that Ian began to make people up.

"Ha ha, what's your name?" Ian asked the girl.

Although the girl was shy, she still returned in a calm tone, "My name is Melinda."

Ian nodded with that strange smile on his face, turned to the previous teenager and asked, "Your sister has said her name, what about you?"

The teenager raised his head and said, "Huh! My name is Ellison. If you want to teach me, if you don't show some strength, I won't accept your teaching. Melinda quickly pulled the corners of Ellison's clothes and signaled him not to say any more.

Ian nodded, looked at everyone in the field, and said loudly, "Well, you all come together. It's too troublesome to come one by one. As long as you can touch the corner of my clothes in a stick of incense, you will win. I will leave the black witch immediately and not let you see me again. If you lose, how about you run around this valley three times?

As soon as Ian's words came out, it immediately caused a boil. This is too bullying. It's too bullying to say such a big thing. Even if you are superb, we people will pile you up to death. It's too bullying to say who can get the corner of your clothes and win.

When Keith heard Ian's big words, he frowned. He didn't expect Ian to be so big. Quint was even more angry and stared at Ian, an ignorant guy, who looked down on the students he taught so much.

While everyone was stunned, Ian smiled at Quint and said a more annoying sentence, "Mr. Quint can also participate if he is interested. I don't mind."

Hearing Ian's words, Quint immediately became furious, "Humph! Since Mr. Ian is so confident, let's learn Mr. Ian's tricks.

After saying that, he rubbed his body and rushed to Ian. He saw Quint move. The rest of the teenagers stood there for a moment and looked at the two people who kept fighting on the field.

Ian's figure shuttled through the field, always unhurdened, like a leisurely walk, and every step was so chic and free from the dust. Quincy can't touch Ian in any way. Whenever he is about to hit him, Ian's figure always strangely escapes from his attack, making all his attacks hit the air.

Case looked at Ian on the field and frowned more tightly. For the person Kate taught, he wanted to see what Ian's strength was and what the difference he could make Kate like.

Ian walked leisurely. At this time, Quincy was already breathing a little. He failed to grasp the corners of Ian's clothes for so long. His face showed shame, and the offensive was even more fierce. Seeing such a scene, Ian laughed, "Haha, it's not fun. Let's do it together!" The heroic spirit came out, and a momentum of giving up others came into being.

Caes outside the field was a little faint there. How similar this situation was in those years? It was also a vigorous and invincible figure. The appearance of the two gradually merged, which made Keith can't help but have a glimmer of illusion, as if he had returned to the injured teenager under his solid back. Keith shook his head and threw the trace of melancholy out of his mind and nods to the people in the field. All the teenagers in the field joined the siege.