"Oh, boy, you see that this man is a domineering and invincible monk, and he dares to say rudeness in front of us. You are the first one. His teeth are harder than bones. I will not bully you. I will lower my cultivation level and punch you." Talk again."
The man with the scarred face clenched his fists, with a hint of excitement on his face, and shouted with some itching.
The other man was slender and had a delicate face. His appearance and temperament were nothing like those of a domineering monk. He was wearing a flowing white robe and carrying a box covered with green cloth on his back. He grabbed the scar-faced man who was eager to try and said through a message:
"That man is very strange. His physical training is beyond Qi training. Please be careful. His footwork is somewhat mysterious. When he is running, I feel that it is unfathomable. It is completely different from the cultivation he shows."
The scar-faced man didn't care, and replied via voice transmission, "I've seen it a long time ago. This is the fun thing. Is that what men do to bully the weak?"
"Don't disobey me, Wu Laomang, if you want to fight him, use your domineering energy to protect your body first."
"Are you bothering me, Mrs. Zou? Just give her a punch. If it's a big deal, men will be afraid of her."
Chang Siguo saw the two of them flirting and communicating, so he said nothing and looked at the woman in gray robes who was more than fifty feet away in the air behind him. The two looked at each other.
The woman smiled slightly, raised her right hand to her chest, and made a one-handed salute.
Chang Siguo couldn't see through the woman's cultivation, and could detect the vague aura on her body. He guessed that she might be in the Lingfu realm and returned the gift. Seeing that the two people who were arguing over the message had come to an end, he said, "One punch is not enough, at least three. Boxing. Come down and let's spar on the ground."
The scar-faced man was scratched, and laughed loudly as he jumped from the air to the grassy ground. He stood five feet away from Chang Siguo and said, "Okay, men like cheerful people, you come first."
He naturally heard that the other party was using it as a sparring exercise, which was completely different from a competition.
The other person shook his head helplessly, but did not fall down and flew to a close position twenty feet away to press the formation.
Chang thought how could he be polite? He yelled "Kanquan", kicked off his feet, jumped up, and punched the two-meter-tall strong man in the chest with his right hand. He had been in this alien world for almost three years. Now, I eat well and practice hard, and my body has grown taller, now over two meters tall.
A heart-piercing punch was simple and uneventful.
The scar-faced man was a good puncher, and he could see that the opponent's punches were rigorous and vaguely varied.
Shout out "Well done!"
He also punched at the incoming fist. He used a medium-level fist, using a flat fist against a flat fist, both offensive and defensive. "Bang", the two fists hit each other head-on without any fancy, the light between the fists flickered.
Kick, kick, kick, the scarred man took five steps back, falling into a pit, his energy and blood surging.
Chang thought that he would not give his opponent time to catch his breath, and sparring was not about letting go, so he shouted, "There are still two punches left."
The body follows the steps, and the punches are like shadows.
He beat a huge man to the point where he was almost unable to fight back, so he had to use his domineering body protection. He barely managed to catch the second punch, but he couldn't keep his feet steady. He continued to retreat and lose his strength. The third punch could only let go of the suppressed cultivation. In front of him, Ichika, he punched in the air, and was hit on the shoulder by a false punch. He flew several feet into the air, and the protective domineering energy on his body shook violently.
The ugly man with the scarred face swept his arms along the way to prevent the opponent from pursuing him. He fell to the ground and rubbed his shoulders, grinning and shouting, "Awesome, awesome! My fists are better than those of men, so I lose."
He really wanted to fight again, and he tilted his head and thought for a while, but there was no chance of winning.
The opponent's boxing skills were very simple, very upright, and could produce unexpected and wonderful changes. He saw that the opponent had no strength, and the last punch made his mind slightly shaken. It was a very strange boxing skill.
This is the second powerful guy he has encountered over the years while fighting and sparring with body refiners.
Chang Siguo looked indifferent and said, "Admit it."
His Fuhujin was finally able to borrow some of the punches from the Touching Yue Fist, and he was quite happy. If he wasn't afraid of hurting the rude fellow disciple on the opposite side, he really wanted to punch a few more times to hone his understanding more solidly, so he turned his gaze Put it on the handsome man with a vigilant face behind him, and said
"Spar a few punches"
Faced with the invitation to fight, the handsome man shook his head and said, "I use flying swords, not fists."
There are no monks from the Baqi Sect who are not good at fists and kicks. When he saw Wu Laomang losing face, he felt angry. He was too arrogant. He knew they were monks from the Baqi Invincible Sect and dared to challenge them. He said, "Dou Yi Field magic weapon, how?”
Chang Siguo nodded regretfully, "Okay, please wait until you click."
As the word "please" came out, he flicked his left hand, and a light red sword flashed like thunder, pointing directly at the man more than ten feet away.
He used a martial artist's sword-throwing technique, so that the spiritual energy attached to the seven-inch body could explode rapidly, creating an unexpected sneak attack. He wanted to see the power of the opponent's flying sword.
What comes out on paper is ultimately shallow.
If you hit your own people, there will be no psychological burden.
No matter how many classics you have read, how can you improve your sword control skills if you have never fought with a monk who is good at flying swords?
In the first four realms of Qi training, there are monks who can fly swords, but not many. One is that financial resources limit the customization of flying swords that match their own attributes. The other is that sword control is easy to learn but difficult to master, and requires sword cultivation. , particularly time-consuming.
Only when their cultivation reaches a certain bottleneck and cannot make any progress for decades will monks spend a lot of money to cast flying swords, spend a lot of time raising swords, and hone their flying sword skills to improve their combat power.
Therefore, most of the old monks who have stayed at the peak of the Eternal Realm and the Crystal Heart Realm for too long have some unique skills.
The handsome man didn't expect that the guy opposite him would hit him as soon as he asked.
The green cloth of the sword box behind him fluttered, and a green light flew out, "ding", and with the crisp sound of metal hitting each other, a ball of fire burst out and rushed toward him two feet away.
The handsome man was so frightened that he hurriedly waved his hand and swept forward.
A cold mist rose, extinguishing the insidious flames that rushed towards him in the blink of an eye.
His body swayed, and he leapt back into the air twenty feet away from the side, twitching his fingers slightly.
A line of green light sword shadow turned into a fine sword net, which continuously hit Chang Siguo's seven-inch flying knife. The flying knife was smashed into pieces, almost out of Chang Siguo's control, and Chang Siguo was heartbroken. Phew awesome.
Compared with the flying sword of a handsome man, his sword control skills are very different.
No matter what, his sword control lacked time to accumulate and sharpen, so he would just use it as a sneak attack method in the future.
With this thought in mind, he moved his hand and the flying knife turned around and retreated.
When using flying swords and flying knives, the closer you are to the controlling monk, the greater the power you will exert. Of course, if you are close enough to a certain distance, there will be certain risks for the controller himself.
There was a hint of relief in the handsome man's eyes.
The opponent's sword control technique is wild, and the surprise attack is okay, but in real sword fighting, it is far worse than him.
This is not achieved by brute force, but requires attention to technique, as well as the subtle use of spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness.
Then his fingers trembled slightly, and with a swish sound, the flying sword turned into three green shadows. With a "ding" sound, a green light missed the flying sword's return path. The other two sword shadows circled, attacking up and down at the man who was still standing. Think about your mistakes on the ground.
This is a relatively advanced shadow sword technique.
When attacking, it can prevent the opponent from distinguishing between the real and the fake sword shadow. Once he notices it, it is often too late to take precautions.
Chang Siguo opened his palms like cattail leaf fans, and his shots were like lightning, creating a blur of palm shadows in front and behind him. He used basic defensive techniques such as sealing, holding, poking, and shooting with great proficiency, and his celestial eye skills had long been locked onto weak and weak enemies. A visible light came from behind him.
He smashed the three green awns that were used to contain the attack and turned back in two steps.
"Ding", he accurately shot a small flying sword of about seven or eight inches ten feet away.
There was a colorful light shining on his palm, and it immediately converged. He beckoned and took back his Seven Cun. After a brief inspection, he found that the blade was as clean as new, with no scratches left. Then he felt relieved and put the Seven Cun into his left cuff, cupping his hands and saying, "I admire it." , admit defeat for my brother”
The two people opposite were stunned.
If you are not as skilled as others, it would be easy to admit defeat, but why does this title sound so awkward and strange?
Dare to take advantage of them, this is the rhythm of thinking.
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