Evolution: This snake is so small that it must not be a threat

The sickly man took out a fan with a landscape painting and fanned himself gently.

And that brawny man was bare-handed, and his whole body was ignited with light red blood.

The strong man attacked first, and the strong wind of fists blew everyone's clothes.

patter——

The sickly man just held the fan a little bit to block the fist, and with a slap, the man flew out.

"It's so strong." Han Feng frowned. Although they were both in the fourth rank, he still couldn't easily defeat people of the same rank.

Qing Bo said: "The skills are very good, it seems that there are many actual combats."

"What's the mystery." Li Qing looked at the fan over there, or that person's hand?
"A formation?" Li Qing muttered.

Back on the stage, the strong man was also shocked, his right hand drooped weakly by his side.

"Temporarily sealed." The sickly man squeezed out a smile.

"Huh——" The strong man exhaled, and the red aura exploded directly, and then he shook his right hand, breaking the seal.

The man smacked his lips, fanned his fan and said, "Sure enough, they are not mediocre people."

Then he raised his hand, and wind blades flew out one after another. The wind blades were still accompanied by a strong wind, slowly pushing the strong man backward.

The strong man was just defending without any other actions, but the spiritual energy in his body was indeed getting stronger and stronger.

Li Qing said: "You are the strongest when you are dying, right?"

"Not bad." Qiu Long laughed, "The more serious the injury, the higher the blood conversion rate."

Li Qing muttered: "Burning blood? How strong is the ability to replenish blood—"

Uncle Qing smiled and said, "It will return to the body in the end."

I saw that the brawny man's blood-colored aura had a chance to condense into water.

The strong man suddenly put down his defensive bloody arm and advanced against the strong wind.

But that sharp wind blade can only scratch the skin at this moment.

"Oh Huo~" The sickly man pulled himself together, and finally swung his fan, blowing the man back and pulling him away.

Then he opened his arms, and a beam of red light pierced through the man.

"Uh..." The corner of the man's mouth overflowed with blood, and his blood was drawn back into his body, "Why..."

"Why did it suddenly penetrate?" Hanfeng looked at the strong man who was subdued, "Obviously the wind blade can't break through the defense at that time?"

Li Qing frowned, thinking of the game in his previous life, and said, "Does the damage stack?"

"Huh? How should I say it?" Qiu Long said with a smile.

Li Qing said: "The previous blow can only seal, and the wind blade after that can arm, but when the man completely ran away, the wind blade can also cut through the skin, and the final instant kill, the span is too big. "

"Not exactly." Qing Bo said.

"But it's close." Qiu Long said.

On the stage, the second person also started to challenge.

He is alert and extremely fast, trying to avoid attacks as much as possible.

On the scene, he was passive, completely suppressed by the sick man, and couldn't even get in.

"It's very strange." Li Qing frowned. His attacks were all aimed, but they were always slow? Li Qing looked at the fan...

Not surprisingly, the sick man won again. The man dodged many attacks, but not the last one.

"The more you hit, the higher the damage?" Han Feng frowned.

"It seems to be, but it seems not..." Li Qing paused, "Is it because of the weapon?"

"That fan is unusual." Qiu Long smiled, which was a reminder of the introduction.

"People are also very unusual." Uncle Qing smiled.

Li Qing said: "The bigger you get, the more difficult it will be in the future."

And there are some men on the stage who have already finished fighting, and there is no suspense that they are sick men.

"Let me come." Li Qing raised his hand and walked up.

"Come on." Han Feng encouraged.

"Fifth step." The sickly man coughed a few times.

"Yeah." Li Qing nodded, "I won't bully you, it's the first battle of Tier [-]."

The man shook his head, raised the folding fan in his hand and said, "It won't be unfair if you find out."

"Let's start." Li Qing ignited spiritual energy all over his body.

"Okay!" The folding fan in the sick man's hand lit up with a blue light, and he wanted to repeat the old trick to suppress Li Qing within Li Qing's attack range.

Li Qing smiled and propped up a smooth ice shield, only to see the wind blade being slid away by the smooth ice shield.

"You have a good understanding of the elements." He said, and then he turned the fan, and several pieces of flames were blown out.

Li Qing spat out a mouthful of green poisonous water, the fire and water merged, and green poisonous gas floated up.

"Okay." The man thought inwardly, and turned the folding fan again, and the strong wind blew past, revealing a pair of fists.

The man paused, then flew upside down and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Li Qing threw his numb hand and said, "Your physical body is not as weak as you appear to be."

"Ahem..." The man coughed up a pool of blood, "Your body is strong... it's ridiculously strong!"

Even Uncle Qing was stunned, and said: "Your disciple is so physically strong???"

Qiu Long smiled helplessly: "I don't know."

Why didn't you find out when you were teaching with Na before?
"Be serious." The man picked up the fan, and gusts of wind blew towards him with ice slag.

But in Li Qing's eyes, the ice slag actually shone faintly: "It's weird!"

Li Qing didn't dare to greet him, and hurriedly dodged, but still got some wounds.

Immediately, Li Qing felt a dull and cold feeling coming from his body.

Then spit out a mouthful of dirty blood: "Yin and Yang attributes."

He laughed: "I can only hit a few hits."

"Then it's fine." Li Qing turned over and stood up, his healing level was too high.

Then Li Qing spit out a mouthful of venom, and then it turned into a mist with ice slag in the air.

"It's so annoying." The man blew the wind again, trying to blow away the poisonous mist, but what he didn't expect, the wind didn't blow away, only the poisonous mist on the surface was blown away, exposing the leaves inside .

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the folding fan suddenly turned into a dagger, piercing fiercely into the leaves, but it was as if he had pierced into steel, unable to move forward half a point.

"Do you want to admit defeat?" Li Qing's dark green eyes stared at his eyes, and his fingers clamped the slightly trembling fan.

"No!" He let go of the fan, and withdrew his body backwards, his hands kept making gestures, while the fan in Li Qing's hand was glowing slightly.

"Here we come." Li Qing smiled and did not send the fan away.

I saw a beam of light emitting from the tip of the fan, but Li Qing sighed and turned the fan around so that the tip of the fan was facing the man.

The man was startled, and then sighed helplessly.

"You won." An old hand tapped on the fan and withdrew the attack.

"Oh." Li Qing smiled.

Then he turned over and jumped back behind Qiulong.

"He lost because of insufficient actual combat drills." Qiu Long said.

"I've been trained by the devil to be like this." Li Qing sighed, looking at each other before, there was a trace of longing in his eyes.

"Win so soon?" Han Feng hadn't reacted yet.

"You guys don't have enough exercises, and you don't have enough proficiency in skill weapons, otherwise it will be more exciting." Qiulong said.