Destiny Martial God

Bai Chi Gate, Trial Peak, Peak Top!

Looking at the palm technique of Spring Returning to the Earth that was easily dispersed, Lin Mengyao had the idea of ​​wavering about that person for the first time in her life.

It was as if the man who knew everything, was omnipotent, and was like a fairy god was slapped off the altar by Yu Haoran, which made her a little dazed.

Looking at Lin Mengyao who suddenly fell into a daze, Yu Haoran finally couldn't bear to hurt her.

So, he raised his hand and used another palm technique of the bone-chilling wind, using the bone-chilling coldness of the cold wind to directly neutralize the warmth of Spring Returning to the Earth, avoiding Lin Mengyao who was in a daze from being hit by Spring Returning to the Earth, which did not consume much power.

The two palm techniques that completely lost their power finally merged into a breeze.

The breeze blew through Lin Mengyao's hair, making her look like a fairy in the wind, which stunned Meng Fanwei who had been paying attention to the game.

As Meng Fanwei's opponent, the disciple who was only at the high level of the ninth grade of martial arts, stood there stupidly with drooling.

Lin Mengyao, who was touched by the breeze, woke up and felt her hair falling again. She knew that Yu Haoran had just shown mercy, otherwise, she would never be able to stand here safely.

Thinking that Yu Haoran's understanding of the light wind palm was far better than hers, and that his talent was far better than hers, her original intention to compete with him suddenly faded a lot.

Reaching out her jade hand to pick up the hair scattered in front of her, Lin Mengyao chuckled and said, "Thank you for showing mercy, Brother Yu. Mengyao knows that she is not his opponent, so I admit defeat!"

Seeing that Lin Mengyao did not continue to show off and took the initiative to admit defeat, Yu Haoran secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then cast his eyes on Meng Fanwei.

At this time, Meng Fanwei, who had come back to his senses, couldn't help but lower his head in shame under Yu Haoran's gaze, feeling embarrassed for his previous loss of composure.

Later, he found that his opponent was staring at Lin Mengyao stupidly, and he couldn't help but remind him: "Hey, our game is not over yet!"

"Ah! Oh! Thank you for your reminder, senior brother!"

The disciple who was awakened was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and then saw that Meng Fanwei did not sneak attack him while he was stunned. While thanking him, he felt that Meng Fanwei was a fair and upright person, and he couldn't help but feel good about him.

"According to the cultivation level, I should call you senior brother. Although I don't know that senior brother has the cultivation level of a warrior of the first rank, but he is not a match for me, a warrior of the ninth rank, but senior brother can rest assured that I will try my best to win without hurting you."

"Okay!"

Meng Fanwei, who was originally depressed because of Yu Haoran's step-by-step pressure, could no longer suppress his anger after hearing his opponent's contemptuous kindness.

After gritting his teeth and saying "Okay", he directly burst out with all his strength and knocked his opponent unconscious with just one move.

"Boy, don't let me see you again, otherwise, I will knock you out every time I see you."

Due to the rules of the game, Meng Fanwei could only knock out his opponent at most, and could neither kill nor seriously injure him, which made his anger not completely dissipate.

So, before his opponent fainted, he threatened viciously.

"Yu Haoran, I know I am not your opponent, but you want me to admit defeat obediently, wishful thinking!"

After dealing with the opponent who made him depressed, Meng Fanwei did not use the three-minute break time and directly challenged Yu Haoran.

In response, Yu Haoran shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone: "Whatever!"

"The fire is soaring to the sky!" Facing Yu Haoran's nonchalant attitude, Meng Fanwei took a deep breath and calmed himself down quickly.

He knew that Yu Haoran was very strong, and the fight between the two might only take one or two moves to decide the winner, so he did not make any attempts and directly used his strongest moves.

The wind can both help fire and extinguish fire!

Seeing Meng Fanwei using a fire-attributed martial arts, Yu Haoran countered his move with a move, using attributes to overcome attributes, and directly used the bone-chilling cold wind in the light wind palm, suppressing heat with cold, and extinguishing fire with wind.

"Boom...!" The palms containing fire and coldness collided with each other, and a slight roar suddenly occurred.

Along with the slight roar, the two invisible palms that attacked each other actually emitted a trace of burning fire and a trace of cold white light in the air.

Seeing that the power of the martial arts generated by Yu Haoran and Meng Fanwei during the duel could actually reach the level of Yuanli that could only be controlled by the martial arts master, the high-level officials of Baichimen and the participating disciples looked at them in shock.

In fact, not to mention the high-level officials of Baichimen, even Meng Fanwei, a participant in the duel, looked at the red and white lights that were constantly annihilated in the air, and his face also showed a look of shock.

Because he also didn't expect that the blazing fire and scorching sun performed by the warrior of the first rank could actually reach the form of Yuanli.

But for Haoran, this phenomenon is very normal.

The reason why the scorching heat and cold light can be manifested in the form of Yuanli is not because the power of these two palms has reached the level of martial arts, but because of the natural image formed when the attributes are mutually generated and restrained.

In the air, the white filled with cold air and the red filled with burning air blended together, constantly devouring and growing each other.

Although the white filled with cold air is far less powerful than the burning red in terms of power, it has an absolute advantage in the power and speed of devouring each other.

Ten seconds later, the two forces that were originally evenly matched, as they devoured each other, only the cold white remained.

And just as the last trace of burning red light disappeared, the white color without the mutual generation and restraint of attributes also disappeared in mid-air.

I thought that devouring each other would consume most of the energy of the Bone-chilling Wind, and I would need to continue to use the second move to defeat Meng Fanwei, but what Yu Haoran did not expect was that the Bone-chilling Wind, which devoured a large amount of burning energy, not only did not weaken its power at all, but it increased its power by more than ten times.

Faced with such a powerful force, not to mention Meng Fanwei, a warrior with only the first-grade warrior cultivation, even warriors of the third grade and even the sixth grade warriors would find it difficult to resist.

Therefore, the shock on Meng Fanwei's face, who also felt the power increase of the Bone-chilling Wind Palm, has been completely replaced by a pale color.

He knew that with his own strength, he could never resist the palm method that exuded coldness, and his life and future were likely to be ruined here.

In his previous life, he and Meng Fanwei did not have too deep hatred. He was chosen as an opponent to prevent him from challenging Wu Zhengjun and affecting Wu Zhengjun's final ranking, but he did not want his life.

Feeling the piercing cold wind that had increased in power by more than ten times, Yu Haoran could not help but turn his head and look at Feng Qingyun, the Sword King of Inaction.

At this moment, the only people who could easily disperse the piercing cold wind were the masters of Baichimen, and the only person who could easily disperse the piercing cold wind and had no ill will towards him was Feng Qingyun, the Sword King of Inaction.

Seeing Yu Haoran's look for help, Feng Qingyun did not hesitate at all. He waved his sleeves lightly, and did not feel any fluctuations in power. The piercing cold wind palm that had increased in power by more than ten times completely lost its terrifying power, and finally turned into a breeze that blew across Meng Fanwei's face.