Li Qingfeng's set of combos really hit Wen Hong so hard that he couldn't do anything. In other words, Wen Hong has rich experience in fighting skills. If he were replaced by a greenhouse baby with little experience in fighting skills, even if his cultivation level were higher, he probably wouldn't be able to prevent Li Qingfeng's moves.
The stone slab protruded from the left side, barely blocking Qingwu. After all, Wenhong knew Li Qingfeng's heels and had been on guard against his move. Taking this opportunity, Wen Hong finally stabilized his figure, and the aura of a late-stage Qi training monk came out of his body. He was going to use his higher level of cultivation to overpower Li Qingfeng.
Raising his hand to knock off a few ice picks, Wen Hong casually tore up a "Water Spirit Shield Talisman" and moved forward step by step, keeping control with the iron ruler in his hand, not giving Li Qingfeng a chance to distance himself.
Finally, the swords and rulers collided, and the force of the "Black Iron Lock Sharp Ruler" in Wenhong's hand fell firmly. He was determined and secretly rejoiced: "It's locked!"
Wenhong's "Black Iron Lock Sharp Ruler" is shaped like a cylinder, thick at the top and thin at the bottom. There is a forward branch on each side, and there are hammer heads on each side branch, which can easily jam weapons such as swords. He originally wanted to take advantage of Li Qingfeng's "Qingwu Xinquan Sword" with his higher cultivation level, but he didn't expect that the feeling coming from the iron ruler was so soft and sticky that he couldn't take it off at all.
If he couldn't seize this opportunity, the opportunity had disappeared. Before he had time to think about it, Wen Hong changed his moves and changed from seizing to striking. Tie Chi held the long sword and struck straight forward, but he didn't think about the spirit coming from the long sword. The force suddenly became heavy and deep, and it was Li Qingfeng who wanted to touch him.
Feeling the changes in Li Qingfeng's spiritual power, Wen Hong was not surprised but happy. Being able to confront him head-on was just what he wanted, so he increased the output of spiritual power in his hands and aroused a little spiritual light on the iron ruler.
The two middle-grade magic weapons, "Qingwu Xinquan Sword" and "Black Iron Lock Sharp Ruler", were entangled together and separated slightly. Then, under the control of both sides, they were each wrapped in a faint aura and collided with each other.
This collision caused a wave of spiritual power. Everyone outside the venue looked up and saw Li Qingfeng staggering back several steps, and Wen Hong's body also swayed, with the iron ruler hanging loosely in his right hand. He stroked his beard with his left hand and panted slightly, obviously lacking the energy to pursue.
After stabilizing his body, Li Qingfeng straightened up, took a breath and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the old man still has a skill."
"Phew, I'm old, I'm old." Wen Hong gasped, waved his hands and said, "If my cultivation level were not higher than yours, I would have been embarrassed this time."
"Haha, thanks for the mercy of the old man." Li Qingfeng showed a smile on his face. Perhaps it was because he was reborn as a young man. In this life, he had some teenage habits in both his actions and personality. Therefore, when he advanced to the sixth level of qi training, he suddenly had the idea of competing with Wen Hong. It is unknown whether there is some young man's desire to show off.
After taking a breath, Wen Hong straightened up and shouted to the people who were discussing with each other outside the field: "Let's go back and summarize this competition. We will hold a discussion meeting in two days."
Li Qingfeng smiled and walked out of the field. In fact, Wen Hong was wrong in one thing. Although Wen Hong was in a higher realm, when it came to the depth of spiritual power in his body, Wen Hong was no longer as good as him.
Generally speaking, for every level a monk in the Qi training stage reaches, the depth of spiritual power in his body will be about 50% higher than before. When the third level is advanced to the fourth level and when the middle stage of Qi training is advanced to the late stage of Qi training, the spiritual power in the monk's body will increase even more, and it can be nearly doubled than before.
In other words, if we don't count the martial arts and so on, the spiritual power in Wen Hong's body should be more than double that of Li Qingfeng. After all, he has stayed at the seventh level of Qi training for many years, while Li Qingfeng has just advanced to the sixth level of Qi training. Layer, such a gap in spiritual power is reasonable.
But the problem is that the "Ruoshui Jue" practiced by Li Qingfeng is an earth-level skill. It is weak in power and weak in attack. He relies on his spiritual power and the depth of his spiritual consciousness to support the scene. And what Wen Hong practiced was just an ordinary mortal skill. Due to the ebb and flow, the spiritual power in Li Qingfeng's body at this time was actually a bit deeper than Wen Hong's.
The reason why Wen Hong won this competition was actually because Li Qingfeng let things go - it would be of no benefit to him to completely defeat Wen Hong. As long as he had to show some strength, on the one hand, Wen Hong could stay with confidence, and on the other hand, Wen Hong could stay with confidence. On the other hand, it also saves him from having any evil thoughts that he shouldn't have.
It wasn't that Li Qingfeng was seriously ill, it was just that he had seen a lot of this kind of thing in his previous life - even the elders who were born and raised in his family were able to collude with outsiders for the sake of power and profit. He didn't dare not think more about it. In the past, we shared weal and woe, but now the income from Lingdi in the sect is several hundred spiritual stones a year, which can be as much as what Wen Hong had for more than five years before. We are considered to be rich and powerful together. Li Qingfeng was not willing to gamble with the little wealth he had earned. On the surface, it was one thing, but secretly, he still had to be careful about what he should be careful about.
Pointing out a few shortcomings in the competition between Li Qingdong and Wen Xiuxiang, Li Qingfeng explained a few more words about the sowing of "Xiaohanye", then stopped watching the next competition between Li Qingzhu and Li Yuming, and returned to the yard, ready to set off. , he had to arrive in Da'anfang City before the beginning of June.
As for the originally planned trip to the cave, it would have to be placed after he returned from the birthday of the head of the Zhang family.
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Lishan, Ningzhou, the residence of the young patriarch of the Zhou family.
"The head of the family, Zhou Wuyun, Zhou Shicong and other rebel clan members have all been captured. In addition, Wang Hongshen, Fang Zhichen and others who participated in the Wang family and Fang family have also been captured by us."
A middle-aged man knelt on the ground with one knee, holding a file in both hands, lowered his head and said: "This is a specific situation, please ask the head of the family to take a look."
In front of him was a long table made of unknown spiritual wood. Sitting behind it was a young man who was quite feminine and handsome. He was squinting his eyes and carefully picking his fingernails. His slightly narrow eyebrows, with a somewhat concealed ruthlessness, were none other than Zhou Guangren, the former young patriarch and acting head of the Zhou family.
On the lower left side of Zhou Guangren, sits an old man with gray beard and hair. The old man has thin cheeks, a prim and serious face, and his brows are always slightly furrowed, looking calm and self-confident.
Behind Zhou Guangren, there was a beautiful maid wearing a double bun rubbing his shoulders. She is petite and even when she is standing, she is not much taller than Zhou Guangren. She is hidden behind Zhou Guangren, making people unconsciously ignore her presence.
After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Zhou Guangren glanced at the file in the middle-aged man's hand. The maid behind him understood, stepped forward and took the file from the middle-aged man's hand, took it back and handed it to Zhou Guangren. She stood back behind him and continued to squeeze his shoulders.
Zhou Guangren gently stroked her white catkin, then squinted his eyes and looked through the file in his hand.
