During dinner, Miss Feng said happily to Long Xiaotian,""Senior Brother, you're really amazing. You're already so good at shooting for the first time, unlike some people who think they're phoenixes just because their stomachs can't hold a few taels of oil.”
"Junior Sister, don't say that. A ruler has its strengths and an inch has its shortcomings.”Long Xiaotian said meaningfully. Wan 'er saw Yifan burying his head in his food and his expression was ugly. He turned around and comforted him,"Brother Yifan, don't be sad. You're the best. Didn't you get first place the previous two times? I trust you!"
Yifan wasn't angry because he lost the competition. He was unhappy because of Miss Feng's words. Although Qin Yan had said that Miss Feng might be the Nine Nether Body that he was looking for, if he could not get her, he would not be able to possess the last Nine Yang True Qi and cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Technique. Then, he would embarrass his master in the martial arts competition in the future. What was even more terrifying was that his master's arch-enemy's martial arts were unfathomable. Not only would he not be able to take revenge, but he would also very likely die without a burial place. He did not want to force himself on her. What was the point of getting her but not her heart? Moreover, her and her senior brother's cultivation were also high. It was not easy to subdue her.
"Thank you, Wan 'er!" Yifan didn't hate Wan 'er as much as before. People needed to socialize more. Only after they understood each other could they truly know whether a person was good or bad. You can't judge a person by their appearance. After a few days of contact, Wan 'er only looked like a vixen on the outside and her words were seductive. This had a lot to do with the seduction technique she cultivated. In fact, she was kind-hearted and had no intention of harming anyone.
When Wan 'er heard Yifan's simple thank you, she was as excited as a little bird. She kept picking up food for Yifan and said sweetly,"Brother, eat more!"
On the third day of training, the subject was flying. The 20 of them took the helicopter and flew to an altitude of 50,000 meters before diving down to let everyone get used to the high altitude. When the plane reached an altitude of 40,000 meters, they began to parachute. This was a skydiving. Instructor Zhang had clearly pointed out that the first person to land on the designated spot on the ground, safe and sound, would be the winner.
Each parachutist needed a new parachute bag with two buttons. When one couldn't be opened, the other could be used for emergency. The height of 40,000 meters was unprecedented. This was a severe test for them. Not only did they have to land successfully, but they also had to land at the designated location. If they completed it successfully, they would definitely enter the Guinness World Record.
Of course, for experts like Yifan, anything was possible. History was created by people, and miracles were produced in this way.
When they fell from the sky, the powerful air current seemed to suck them dry. Their cheeks were sunken and their bones constricted, giving people the feeling that they would be crushed at any time.
Not long after Yifan jumped down, the oxygen mask fell off. A strong airflow entered his mouth and drilled into his nostrils. His body seemed to be suffocating, but it also seemed to be about to explode. His pupils dilated and his head expanded rapidly.
Instructor Zhang, f * ck your mother, f * ck me to death! Watch how I torture you in the future! Yifan gritted his teeth and cursed. In fact, he had wrongly blamed Instructor Zhang. This time, it was entirely because he did not know how to operate it and did not wear it properly. When the inspector saw him, he thought that everything in front of him was fine and explained clearly, so he ignored the last one.
The true energy in Yifan's body rose rapidly, just like a gas station filling up. The air pressure increased exponentially. I don't believe that I can't control this atmosphere. He usually cultivated the Qi of Nature, so he had a basic understanding of the direction and attributes of the Qi flow. He was quite proficient in adjusting it. It was just that the airflow this time was huge and not easy to control. In the beginning, Yifan adopted a discharge solution. It was like a big shark swallowing and spitting seawater. A large amount of seawater was discharged into the sea through its mouth and gills. Yifan had gone through all of his orifices. After this metabolism, his body had also been reborn. There was no longer a trace of dirty energy in his body.
Later, Yifan thought that such excrement was simply a waste of natural resources. It would be better if he kept them for his own use. Therefore, he guided the gas into his body to contain and compress it. As the cold air in the high altitude was yin, he mobilized the Nine Yang Genuine Qi to resist it. The two strong airflow collided violently, like a neutron explosion. Yifan's body was in extreme pain, and his nerves were numb. However, he held on to that sliver of clarity in his spiritual altar and used all his strength to control the rampaging true qi in his body, desperately squeezing it towards his inner core. The original layer of Nine Yin true qi around the inner core rapidly expanded, and the inner core inside kept compressing. Its shape became smaller, but its density was more than ten times that of the original. The small universe formed its own system and moved rapidly. No matter how much gas it encountered, it would melt into his true qi mass and become a part of it.
Yifan moved his limbs and felt his whole body relax. The true qi in his body instantly flowed through his limbs and bones, and every pore was filled with endless power. Yifan knew that his cultivation had broken through another level, and his strength was more than three times stronger than before.
His body was like a falling meteor, and at other times, it was like a paper kite floating. The coaches in the airplane's cabin were all staring at each other, their mouths agape, unable to speak.
People who parachuted for the first time would be nervous, afraid that they would fall to their deaths. In fact, as long as you opened the parachute in time, you would be fine. After parachuting many times, it was a wonderful enjoyment to fall from a height of 10,000 meters, surrounded by white clouds, and the mountains and buildings below gradually revealed their beautiful figures.
Yifan was not in the mood to admire it. He was busy cultivating and transforming his body. When he was only 150 meters away from the ground, the parachute did not even open. The people around him screamed loudly. Wan 'er and Miss Feng closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere.
When he was only ten meters away from the ground, Yifan suddenly opened his eyes and flipped his body. His head was up and his feet were down. He landed on his target like a leaf.
Wow! The audience burst into cheers.
The second jump was from a height of 300 meters. This was a test of one's reaction and perseverance. Usually, the lowest altitude for parachuting was 400 to 800 meters. From the opening of the parachute to the landing, this height was just enough. However, any lower altitude depended on the parachutist's timing and sensitivity. Otherwise, it would cause a tragedy where the person would fall to death before the umbrella was fully opened.
Yifan was exempted from jumping this time. After the scene just now, everyone admired his super ability. Miss Feng also had a whole new level of respect for him. Ten meters of descent, how amazing! It was definitely a classic!
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