The light is getting brighter and brighter, like a heavy fog. Zhang Ling can see clearly with his red gold eyes. The cliffs on both sides of the bank are narrow at first, and then become wider and wider. Moreover, it is obviously as if walking on flat ground under his feet, but what he sees in his eyes is an uphill road, etc. When Zhang Ling returned to normal, Mo Li and Song Linjie were the only two people around Zhang Ling.
The qi within the body is already calm, so it is certain that the illusory formation is correct, but the feeling is real and clear.
Zhang Ling looked back far into the distance, and the entire Jinyu City came into view. The three of them had stretched out on the mountain. Judging from the direction, this was Kongyao Mountain behind the imperial city. Looking back, it looked like a leisurely farm life. It feels like you can't see the whole top of the mountain at a glance. There are multiple courtyards far apart, not too scattered in height. Each courtyard has its own style. At the foot is a square paved with bluestones. It doesn't have the overwhelming momentum of a large sect. Instead, it is as calm as a small building near mountains and rivers.
Just as they came back to their senses, the other two people looked confused. Song Linjie asked in confusion: "Where is this?"
Three people walked towards each other. The two familiar ones were Liu Yuancheng, who had an undecided fight with Song Linjie, and the other one was naturally Wu Zhi, who was not masked. However, Zhang Ling recognized him at a glance and asked: "What about the rest?"
Wu Zhi peeled off an tangerine and put it into his mouth. A sweet taste came to his heart. He threw one towards Zhang Ling and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the three junior brothers. From now on, you are all disciples of the academy. As for Everyone else is fine. You should also be able to guess that it is not a killing array, so you can rest assured that the academy is not a killing place. Only those who deserve to be killed are always killed. By the way, there are some fruit trees planted on the mountain. At this season, citrus and The green dates are very sweet when they are ripe, go try them when you have time."
Zhang Ling unceremoniously peeled the orange and ate it, then asked: "Isn't there another competition?"
Wu Zhi continued to explain: "In fact, when the disciples from all walks of life came to the capital, the academy had already begun to pay attention, especially the two next to you, who are the most outstanding this time. Dean Song said that we should take special care of you. The two next to me You know the spear wielder, Liu Yuancheng, and the other dwarf is called Tie Hanhan, he is very good at boxing."
Tie Hanhan heard someone saying he was short, so he punched Wu Zhi. Wu Zhi stepped back and dodged, and the fist exploded in the air, creating an astonishing power. He said in a small but mature tone, impatiently: "Are you done? , who is Zhang Ling?"
Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Are you going to take action?"
Wu Zhi stepped back again and said with a bad smile: "Yes, but it doesn't include me, it's the two of them. Zhang Ling, you have to be careful. Tie Hanhan can compete with a first-level master. As for the other brothers, wait for you." Someone will introduce you to you when you officially enter the academy."
As soon as Wu Zhi retreated, he, who was excellent in lightness skills, immediately stayed away from everyone. Zhang Ling guessed that he must have said something terrible about himself to the dwarf in advance, intending to use the help of others to avenge his shame. Zhang Ling saw Wu Zhi, who ran away, will settle the score with you later!
Tie Hanhan, who understood clearly, looked at Zhang Ling and said, "You are right, right? That guy Wu Zhi said that your boxing skills are extraordinary. Today I want to give it a try to find out whether it is true or not."
Zhang Ling raised his sword and said helplessly: "Hey, you see clearly, the sword I use is not good at boxing, it must be Wu Zhi's nonsense."
Tiehanhan acted as if he was clueless and didn't even listen to what Zhang Ling said. He stepped on his foot and the bluestone shattered. He fired at Zhang Ling. His fists were as fast as thunder and he suddenly approached. However, Zhang Ling relied on his skill. With his superior Qinggong, he swayed his body to dodge, but Tie Hanhan still refused to let go and refused to give up until the iron fist failed.
On the other side, Song Linjie looked at Liu Yuancheng as if he were his wife, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Liu, there was no winner last time, why not continue now?"
Liu Yuancheng swung the dragon-snake spear in his hand and said seriously: "I'm happy to accompany you."
Fight hand to hand without stopping.
Mo Li, who had no one fighting at the side, looked a little embarrassed, but then he turned around. Zhang Ling, who was afraid to take the punch, directly led the person towards him. The two passed by, and the latter suddenly stopped and pushed him away. Got out.
No matter what Tie Hanhan did, he had already explained it. Anyway, he had to go through his hands one after another. His petite body jumped into the air, which actually brought up the energy around him, and he punched down fiercely. Mo Li did not blame Zhang Ling for crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. , threw out a diamond wire from his hand, pulled it in the air, and the force of the majestic fist broke inch by inch. In desperation, Tie Hanhan was directly forced back, and several extremely fine blood marks suddenly appeared on his body, without any pain. .
Mo Li stood upright, with diamond silk wrapped around his fingers. The flexible silk thread was finely carved with serrations. The sharpness was no less sharp than a sharp knife. If you dare to take a step forward, your skin will be torn apart. No matter you are a disciple of the academy, I am still a giant of the Mo family. Who is afraid? who?
Tie Hanhan, who was deflated for the first time, had a determined look in his eyes, and a surge of energy surged in his body. Apart from his two senior brothers and sisters and the forgetful guy with a stick, this was the first time that his iron fist had suffered a loss in the hands of his peers, and his internal strength was gradually all over his body. The hands were filled with blood, which was originally injured but did not bleed. Blood kept pouring out, and the anger was overflowing. It was obvious that he would spare no effort.
Instead, he opened his fists and moved forward step by step. Mo Li swung the diamond wire, and the whip was replaced by an ordinary human foot, causing him to be dismembered. Tie Hanhan, who was walking slowly, did not dodge, but actually dragged it out with one hand and held on tightly. The jagged golden wire was still destroyed even though it was protected by true energy. The right hand was bloody and bloody, as if it didn't know the pain. It pulled back fiercely, breaking the golden wire with fierce force. The flexible golden wire was instantly restrained.
He exerted force with his feet and pushed forward fiercely. He still clenched his blood-soaked right hand. Taking advantage of Mo Li's stagnant energy when he missed, he bullied him and struck him with a punch. He punched Mo Li in the abdomen. The latter smiled calmly without any sign of defeat, and then Mo Li One hand stuck to the iron fist. In Tie Hanhan's feeling, his hand felt stiff. His petite body was directly lifted up by him, and he kicked it out mercilessly. Then he followed up with a tapered sleeve arrow, shooting straight. Tiehanhan's legs were stained with blood on his gray coat.
Mo Li, who had the upper hand, pulled at his embroidered robe, revealing a mechanical iron arm with two gloves inside, flexing and extending as usual. It was probably also protected by soft armor, which allowed him to have enough energy to fight back instantly.
Wu Zhi, who was watching the battle from a distance, had a look of surprise on his face. He subconsciously looked at the seriously injured Tie Hanhan. He actually pulled out the arrow from his sleeve, tore off a piece of cloth, tied the wound, and his momentum suddenly dropped. In the eyes of ordinary people, this It was time to admit defeat, but Wu Zhicai really knew that he actually practiced both external boxing and internal boxing. People who know the power of boxing usually major in internal boxing. With deep internal strength, they can do any fancy boxing. However, this Tiehanhan did the opposite. He not only cultivated his internal martial arts, but also modified his external martial arts after reaching a certain level of internal martial arts, taking the essence from a bunch of boxing secrets. , and thus created his own set of boxing techniques, named Empty Hand Duan Yue.
Tie Hanhan, who was full of scars, then moved forward, staggering around as he walked. Unknowingly, he suddenly came to Mo Li's side. Mo Li was surprised, how did he get here? I saw Tie Hanhan falling towards Mo Li without any strength. A force of punch penetrated Mo Li's inner armor. It was like he was pretending to be acting. Mo Li took advantage of the situation and flew backwards. He couldn't suppress the surging energy and blood, and spit out a mouthful of blood. , the stable Qi mechanism in the body was actually disrupted at this moment.
Another spectator, Zhang Ling, looked at the situation clearly and asked in surprise: "So fast?"
Tie Hanhan, who had fallen to the ground, got up from the ground and continued to stagger towards Mo Li. The latter's finger blades appeared between his fingers, and he threw dozens of them almost at the same time. The former shook his body and happened to avoid it. Before Mo Li could draw out the soft sword again, Tie Hanhan fell on him again, unable to control himself and slipping on the ground.
After standing still, Mo Li put a hand on his waist. Did he really want to use that move in advance?
Tiehanhan stood up and walked towards him again, but he was only halfway there when the bluestone suddenly hit the ground and smashed into pieces.
Mo Li glanced sideways and saw Zhang Ling smiling and contentedly beside Tie Hanhan lying on the ground, spinning a small bottle between his fingers.
