Town School Little Fox [Cultivation]

"Little ancestor, fortunately he did not disgrace his life."

Shen Hezhicong came down from the ring, picked up the little fox that was spinning around on the seat, rubbed its smooth fur, and hugged it gently in his arms.

Lu'an rubbed against Shen Hezhi's palm: "Ordinary wind aura alone is not powerful enough to transform the aura into form. It's better to integrate the aura of Xuantian Lingfengjue as soon as possible. At that time, your wind dragon will be able to be used as a killer weapon." .”

Shen Hezhi's Fengjiaolong is just the condensation of ordinary wind spirit energy. In this competition with Fang Qianhong, he did not use Xuantian Lingfengjue at all.

Although he won, it was more due to Shen Hezhi's spiritual energy. In fact, he did not use powerful attack methods.

Shen Hezhi's current attack methods include the close-up Wind Condensing Palm and Wind Condensation Finger, and the long-range Wind Whirlwind Blade. Although the method is very simple, the effect is quite good. If it is combined with Xuantian Rinpoche, the effect will be even more amazing.

However, it is strictly forbidden for the inner sect Xiaobi to maliciously harm fellow sects, so Shen Hezhi seldom uses these attack methods, and most of the few rings are used by him to test various newly developed spells.

This also caused a problem. Shen Hezhi seemed to have always relied on his strong aura to compare with his opponents all the way up the competition?

Several times he used spiritual energy to directly knock his opponents off the ring, but it was not seen that he really used any effective means of attack.If it's just because of this, then he might be a little watery as the top three in the inner sect.

The inner sect Xiaobi is limited by the rules of the competition, basically unable to use more lethal spells, so usually most of them are reserved in the competition. In this kind of competition in the arena, the amount of aura is indeed a big advantage.

But if Shen Hezhi only relies on the amount of spiritual energy, he may not be able to win when it comes to life and death.

Perhaps because Shen Hezhi, a young man in the middle stage of foundation establishment, had won all the way and felt dissatisfied, everyone looked at him very critically.

Originally, he was in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and it was a big advantage that he had more aura than the cultivators in the late stage of foundation establishment, but in the eyes of these inner disciples, it became "nothing more than that".

Lu'an listened to the bitter words of these people one by one, he curled his lips in his heart, and said to Shen Hezhi: "Fang Qianhong is not Zhang Wuyue's opponent, you compete with her, and try not to hold back if you don't expose too much." Also let those people take a good look at the methods of his eldest son.

His eldest son doesn't show off his power, do you really think his eldest son just has more aura?

Shen Hezhi also heard a few words, he didn't care much about it himself, but the little ancestor didn't want him to be underestimated by these people, so he was very happy, so he agreed: "Okay, I understand."

As Lu'an said, Fang Qianhong and Shen He spent a lot of energy in the previous competition, even if he was given some time to recover, he was not Zhang Wuyue's opponent.

It took Zhang Wuyue some time to knock Fang Qianhong off the ring, but he didn't consume much.

After resting for a while, the elder announced that the competition for the leader had officially begun.

Zhang Wuyue is a very mature looking woman with some vicissitudes on her face. She stands on the side of the ring with a cold expression.

As soon as the elder's words fell, the two moved at the same time.

With a hook of Zhang Wuyue's finger, the ice-blue hairpin on her head flew out, grew in the wind, and turned into a huge mace.

Shen Hezhi dodged to bully him, and with a wave of his hand, three wind blades flew towards him.

With a wave of the mace in Zhang Wuyue's hand, the three wind blades were defeated, and the momentum remained undiminished, and they hit Shen Hezhi's head. If it hit hard, Shen Hezhi's head would probably have many holes .

Shen Hezhi didn't dodge or dodge, but stretched out his palm to meet the mace, a trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Wuyue's eyes, but the inner disciples below showed that they couldn't bear it.

How terrifying is Zhang Wuyue's mace, there are so many monsters and villains who died under her stick, Shen Hezhi actually wants to catch it with his palm?His palm has that mace. Hard?Isn't it courting death?

Surprisingly, the imaginary blood and flesh did not appear, Shen Hezhi not only lightly caught Zhang Wuyue's mace, but also pointed to Zhang Wuyue's neck with the other hand.

Zhang Wuyue resisted with her fist, and when she touched Shen Hezhi's seemingly light two fingers, she felt a heart-rending pain, and her hand holding the mace was also numb by Shen Hezhi's palm.

Zhang Wuyue raised her thick eyebrows, and pushed the mace down, then pushed Shen Hezhi's palm away, she threw the mace away, and started to compete with Shen Hezhi with bare hands.

Zhang Wuyue clenched her fists with both hands, the wind of the fists was sharp and flexible, like a storm, fast and urgent, going straight but retracting freely.

Shen Hezhi's hands sometimes turned into palms and sometimes turned into fingers. While responding to Zhang Wuyue's attack, the aura of wind around him whizzed out, and the dense whirlwind of knives blew towards the opponent.

Zhang Wuyue distractedly stretched her legs to hook the mace that had fallen to the side, and the ice blue mace turned into water with a splash, splashing down on the two of them.

Shen Hezhi's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands formed into palms and Zhang Wuyue's fists hit hard, and he retreated a long way back with his strength.

The whirlwind suddenly collided with the ice-blue water, and turned into ice in an instant, and was completely frozen in it.

Zhang Wuyue punched the icicles, countless shards of ice scattered, covered half of the arena, and turned into blue water in an instant, exuding a strange aura, I don't know what the consequences will be after touching the arena. There is no way to get off.

After the blue water stains covered most of the ring, Zhang Wuyue's speed increased several times.

Shen Hezhi kept moving in the area outside the water mark, while Zhang Wuyue held the recondensed small mace in his hand, and every time he swung heavily, a group of ice blue ice balls whizzed towards Shen Hezhi. Smash it.

Shen Hezhi moved to avoid the ice puck's attack, but the ice puck seemed to have eyes, chasing Shen Hezhi around the corner, vowing to smash him out of a hole before giving up.

Several huge hockey pucks flew and bumped on the stage where Shen Hezhi was active, which looked extremely weird.

In the end, Shen Hezhi couldn't avoid it, several ice pucks hit one after another, he smashed them all with two palms, and for a while, ice flowers flew on the ring.

While smashing the ice puck, Shen Hezhi flicked his big sleeve, a gust of wind blew up, and the high-speed rotating wind column raged on the ring, wherever it went, the water traces on the ring disappeared without a trace.

Shen Hezhi disappeared in the wind column, and landed in the area of ​​the ring where there was no water trace, but the pieces of the ice puck fell on the place where he stood before, and the ice blue water trace covered it again.

With a flash of Zhang Wuyue's figure, she appeared at the water mark beside Shen Hezhi, and swept her leg fiercely. Shen Hezhi leaped lightly, dodging the attack with the madness of water, and turned around in the air, borrowing the force of the wind Suddenly falling, Ningfeng Palm took the wind blade and slapped Zhang Wuyue's head, who couldn't dodge for a while.

Zhang Wuyue swung the wind blade with her backhand, but was slapped on Zhongtian Linggai by Shen Hezhi's swiftly swiping Ningfeng palm, she only felt that her eyes were darkened, and the aura in her body was in chaos.

Zhang Wuyue gritted her teeth to wake herself up, she fell backwards, her figure disappeared again, she actually dodged to the water mark behind Shen He, and swung the mace in her hand, which was several times smaller, aiming at Shen He After that, he smashed his back.

Shen Hezhi's toes landed on the ground, but he never dodged it. He resisted Zhang Wuyue's hammer. Dragging out the scope of the water stains, at the same time, Shen Hezhi's wind pillar raged against the ring, cleaning up all the water marks on the ring.

Without the blessing of the water traces, Shen Hezhi and Zhang Wuyue launched a melee attack again, you came and I punched your flesh, and there were muffled sounds, which made people get goose bumps.

The inner disciples who watched the competition between the two of them just felt their blood boil, and their hearts hung in their throats.

Seeing Shen Hezhi and Zhang Wuyue fighting each other in the ring, Lu'an felt emotional.

Zhang Wuyue is indeed a master, her skills must have been honed through countless dangers, she is crisp and neat, not sloppy at all.

If the eldest son of his family hadn't been trained by the puppet he made, and had tempered his body with blood, he might not be Zhang Wuyue's opponent in this simple fight.

If it weren't for his eldest son, this Zhang Wuyue should be the leader of the inner sect Xiaobi this time.

Of course, this assumption does not exist.

Shen Hezhi took several heavy blows from Zhang Wuyue, Lu'an was distressed, but also relieved.

Under his teaching, Shen Hezhi has always been stronger than his peers in terms of both the speed and strength of his cultivation, and his journey has been smooth and smooth without any setbacks.

Now he has encountered an evenly matched opponent in terms of fists and feet, but it is also a lesson for Shen He.

Zhang Wuyue's body is different from ordinary female cultivators, and it is not much worse than some male cultivators who exercise. They should have undergone physical training, but Shen Hezhi's body has also been tempered with essence and blood, not weaker than hers at all.

As for boxing and kicking, Zhang Wuyue practiced Shuiyi boxing, which can be firm but soft, very powerful, and was tempered in countless fights.As for Shen Hezhi, his palms and fingerings are imbued with wind, infinitely varied and unpredictable.

It's just that he didn't experience as many life-and-death battles as Zhang Wuyue. Although he seemed to be evenly matched with Zhang Wuyue by relying on his swift body skills, when he got to the bottom of it, the determination of his fists and feet was not as strong.

However, the most frightening thing about Shen Hezhi is not his strength, but his talent.

At the beginning Zhang Wuyue felt that Shen Hezhi was no different from ordinary direct disciples, at most he only sparred with others on weekdays, he had never even killed anyone.Apart from being superior to others in body speed and aura, there is nothing impressive about it.

But after hitting it, she realized something was wrong.Shen Hezhi is actually still gaining experience and making breakthroughs in the fight with her.

In the beginning, she was able to cause harm to him by relying on her experienced skills, but later on, she couldn't even touch Shen Hezhi's shadow.

Only after really fighting Shen Hezhi can one realize how terrifying this person is.

Zhang Wuyue deeply realized this.

She was unwilling to admit defeat, and gritted her teeth to squeeze the strength in her body, just like she had experienced life and death countless times, she would never admit defeat until the end.

However, Zhang Wuyue still failed to win in the end.

Shen Hezhi slapped Zhang Wuyue off the ring viciously with a palm. The young man in brocade clothes stood alone on the ring, his robes fluttering, panting slightly.

This competition was a rare hearty one.

Zhang Wuyue stood up slowly, looked at Shen Hezhi: "I can feel that you haven't done your best yet."

Shen Hezhi didn't speak.

She bowed her hands to Shen Hezhi chicly: "You are very good, I am convinced of the defeat."

When she was done, she turned and walked away.

I don't know who was the first to applaud, and the audience applauded and cheered.

Even Zhang Wuyue conceded defeat, this time, they really convinced Shen Hezhi, a young mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciple.

Shen Hezhirong was not surprised, no amount of cheers and applause could stop him from returning to his little ancestor.

"not bad."

Lu'an stretched out his small claws, Shen Hezhi thought for a while, and stretched out his palm to hit him lightly.

Lu'an withdrew his claws and scratched in the air: "When you go to the Nantian Spiritual Association, you may meet more powerful young masters."

Shen Hezhi picked up the little fox: "Then Hezhi will look forward to it."