Yang Zhao tested it with him for several rounds, and the other party also realized that Yang Zhao was not very skilled, so he rushed forward and started to grab the branches.
"fire!"
She wanted to try to see if she could make the other party catch fire, but there was no reaction at all.
Instead, the flames on the branch in her hand suddenly grew a little bigger. The other party was accidentally licked by the flames and took a few steps back.
"Isn't this branch from you? No wonder you don't feel bad even though it's burning. I always thought you were a tree demon, but I didn't expect you were a human."
Without waiting for Yang Zhao to speak, he ran directly into Yang Zhao's arms!
Yang Zhao could only quickly dodge to the side and wave the branch over.
Whoosh!
The other person bent down to hide under the branch, stood up, stuck to her, and hit her arm.
Yang Zhao couldn't dodge and was hit hard. Severe pain swept through his entire arm, and the branch suddenly fell off.
But she ignored the pain and turned around to kick the opponent's lower body.
This action obviously startled the young man. He jumped three feet away and his face turned blue.
"I see that you are also a woman. Why are you so shameless? You clearly don't come from a well-behaved family!"
Several people fighting nearby looked over in surprise.
Yang Zhao also blushed a little, picked up the branch and returned to the original place.
"fire."
The nearly extinguished branches ignited again.
There was nothing she could do, she didn't know many moves, so she could only use whatever was lethal.
At this time, the young man was stiffened by the sight of the people around him, and he roared and rushed over again.
This time the opponent hit him very fiercely. Yang Zhao kept retreating, but when he couldn't dodge, he was hit several times so hard that he shivered in pain.
But this time she remembered the lesson she learned last time, and the branch refused to let go no matter what.
The young man attacked in a hurry, and it was inevitable that a flaw would be exposed. When he collided head-on again, Yang Zhao moved his branch back, holding his hands to the place where the flames were burning, imitating his posture and crashing into his arms. The branch dug hard into his chest.
"fire!"
call! Just a small flame suddenly burned on him.
Yang Zhao stepped back and slapped away the flames on his body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The other person fell to the ground, rolling back and forth, trying to put out the fire.
"Yang Zhaosheng!"
Zong Sheng spoke calmly and extinguished the flames on the young man's body with a wave of his hand.
The young man became so angry that he got up from the ground and wanted to rush over and fight with Yang Zhao.
"The loser is not allowed to continue the challenge."
The young man seemed to be immobilized and froze in place.
Yang Zhao hugged Zong Sheng and then looked for the next one.
In fact, it is obvious who is strong and who is weak here. She does not dare to find those who are calm and relaxed, but can only find those who are nervous and exhausted.
It is accurate to say that she bullies the weak and fears the strong.
However, these boys and girls had the same idea with Yang Zhao. Before she could win a few times, she was punched out.
Yang Zhao panted and squatted by the wall, holding a branch in his hand and drawing blindly on the ground.
She looked around and found that there were several pairs in the field that were still undecided, including Zong Yan's group.
It seems that the real top combat forces are digesting each other and not coming to the low-level field to fry fish.
To be honest, this kind of fist-to-flesh fight is really exciting, and it makes people's blood boil when they watch it.
She rested against the wall for a while and watched the excitement, then got up and walked back along the corridor with the branch in hand.
There was still Fang Shuli in the Soul Land, and she wanted to hit him a few more times before she could get out.
Yang Zhao discovered that her strength was indeed much greater than those who had fought against her. Her cultivation was shallow and incomparable to her opponents.
It seems that the reason why she can win a few games really depends on the replenishment of Fang Shuli's soul.
Yang Zhao went back and had another fight with him until she was kicked out of the Soul Land.
This fight took almost two hours. It wasn't long, but it was really tiring.
Yang Zhao didn't get out of bed, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.
When I woke up, the sky outside had dimmed.
Yang Zhao ate something and got up to look for Shen Ruoyu.
Master was playing with his mobile phone in the yard. He saw her coming out and asked casually.
"It looks good. Have you taken the soul-restoring elixir?"
Yang Zhao shook her head. It was the medicine that was poisonous. She never took medicine when she was not sick.
"Take it, this time is just right. After you take the elixir, practice directly to release the power of the medicine."
Yang Zhao nodded, took a bowl of water, took out a soul-restoring elixir and swallowed it along with the water.
Afterwards, he stood in the middle of the courtyard and practiced the Three Pure and Other Yang Sutras.
During the practice, I just felt a stream of warm and cool air rising from my belly and going straight into my mind. I felt refreshed and suddenly woke up.
While feeling this strange feeling, Yang Zhao thought to himself: Although this is a low-level elixir, its effect is really good. It seems that he will buy another bottle.
After she finished practicing, Shen Ruoyu asked about the process of the competition and was quite satisfied with her winning rate.
"Not bad, not bad. Although your foundation is weak, you are calm-minded and don't have much obsession with failure. You can endure pain and are willing to work hard. As long as you keep doing it, it will be good for your future cultivation."
Yang Zhao: "Thank you, Master, for your teachings. Will you still practice the wooden block game in the future?"
Shen Ruoyu turned the silver conch in his hand: "Practice, practice every day from now on. Think about what weapons you want to learn? I'll teach you."
Although Yang Zhao had seen Fang Shuli and the Lord of Cangcheng fight with weapons, and the boys and girls in the competition were all good at fists and kicks, so the weapons were probably not bad at all, she herself had not considered learning anything.
"Master, I know nothing about weapons. If you ask me to make a decision now, I can't figure it out."
"But Master, I am very curious, why do cultivators still need to learn ordinary martial arts? If you have time, wouldn't it be better to practice more spells?"
Shen Ruoyu looked at Yang Zhao and asked seriously: "Do you think it is faster to cut it down, or your pinching method?"
Yang Zhao suddenly realized, it's like your skills are still counting down, and the opponent has already taken turns to chop you, so naturally you can't beat him.
"Master, I understand, can I learn the thunder method from you?"
Shen Ruoyu raised an eyebrow and said, "You see how fast I use it, so you want to learn it?"
Yang Zhao nodded, of course. No matter how fast you swing your sword, is it as fast as lightning?
The reason why Fang Shuli was pressed down and beaten by her this time was because the lightning struck him within milliseconds.
"Don't think it's easy for me to use it, but I have practiced it for decades. And when I first learned the thunder method, I would often hit myself. When your cultivation reaches two levels, you can withstand thunder and lightning." When the time comes, I will teach you.”
Yang Zhao was very happy.
"Thank you, Master!"
