He An and Fan Dazhi had dinner in the dining hall and just returned to their residence. Two servants knocked on the door and brought a brazier. The room was so cold that the water dripped into ice. However, they had experienced the bone-chilling cold in the solitary room. This winter was not suitable for the two of them. Speaking of which, it’s not too difficult.
Fan Dazhi smiled and put the remaining half of the frozen and hard roasted chicken on the brazier. The charcoal fire in the brazier was booming, and the grease dripped on it and made a sizzling sound. After a while, it was heated through.
The water basin had frozen. He An poured out the crushed ice cubes and prepared to wash the blood-stained clothes that had been soaked for a day. Fan Dazhi puffed out his cheeks and handed He An a piece of hot chicken breast.
"Xiao An, you have a martial arts competition tomorrow. Let me take care of these trivial matters while you concentrate on practicing." Fan Dazhi said vaguely while chewing chicken in his mouth.
He An wiped his wet hands on his clothes and took the piece of chicken. A warm current surged in his heart. Brother Dazhi was becoming more and more sensible.
He returned to the side room and opened the window. It was already dark outside, but the scenery reflected in the snow was clearly visible.
The heavy snow that had fallen all day finally stopped, and the nurseries, trees, and rockeries in the distance turned into beautiful branches and jade leaves, covered in silver, and the world was pure white.
The cold air was sucked into his lungs, and the stimulation made He An clear-headed. He played Suiyun Sanshou twice until his muscles and veins were stretched and his energy and blood were activated. He sat cross-legged on the couch, and the steaming heat from his body turned into curls of white smoke.
He An silently operated the technique, and after a while, the true energy accumulated in the Danji in his lower abdomen surged like a flood. At the same time, the energy of the heaven and earth outside gathered crazily, pouring into his body from the window like the Milky Way.
As expected, He An was secretly happy. The overbearing effect of the medicine still continued, but the power seemed to be even more powerful than yesterday. He An closed his eyes and carefully felt his body. There was still some dull pain in the Danji of his lower abdomen, which was affecting it. There is some sluggishness between the operation of the exercises.
The master of "He Dao Realm" is really terrifying. If Huang Daogong attacks with all his strength, I am afraid that he will be disabled even if he is not dead... He secretly sighed, the true energy in Danji was flowing around, and there were signs of disorder.
He An raised his hand to slowly guide the true energy in his body, and poured it into his right arm... Just like last night, the "Shocking Finger" came out, and a sharp energy shot out of the window. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to change. Something twisted.
With a "click", a birch tree as thick as a forearm broke in half, hitting the ground and splashing a cloud of snow mist.
The fierce energy remained unabated, and it submerged into a tall cedar. The pine branches trembled, and the snow covering it collapsed one after another, and fell with a puff...
He An was completely stunned, almost in disbelief.
The "Shocking Finger" is so powerful!
As he did last night, he slowly absorbed the true energy into the Danji. At the same time, his body absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth. He pointed his left hand at the center of his eyebrows and changed his fingering techniques with his right hand, trying to display the second form of the "Shocking Finger" - "Immortal Killing Finger"!
He has long been familiar with this secret technique, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he exerts force, the zhenqi poured into his arm never reaches the "Tianjing point".
"Haste makes waste", He An deeply understood this truth, not to mention that he had gradually become proficient in the first form of "Shocking Finger", so he restrained his mind and concentrated on absorbing the energy of heaven and earth gathered above his head.
After an unknown amount of time, He An heard the sound of water rushing from the hall outside, and couldn't help but wonder. Fan Dazhi had not been seen for a long time. Could something have gone wrong?
He An jumped off the bed and ran to the hall quickly. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned again.
I saw Fan Dazhi sitting on the Arhat chair, stretching out his hands and waving them gently in the air, sometimes making pressing and rubbing movements. There was a large basin placed on the ground not far from him, and the water in the basin was flowing. Ripples, He An's clothes floated and rolled in the water, as if there was an invisible big hand rubbing hard while floating and sinking.
The two fat hands in the void were shrouded in hazy white brilliance. He An keenly sensed that it was a layer of condensed heaven and earth vitality. It was so thick that it was close to the essence of heaven and earth vitality. It was extremely pure.
Fan Dazhi squinted his eyes slightly, not noticing He An's presence at all, and was enjoying himself.
He put his palms together to draw a circle, and sang cheerfully: "Red sun, white clouds, I will dry my mother's laundry, Ai Luo Ai Luo Ai Luo Ai Luo Ai..."
In his cheerful singing, the water in the basin rotated rapidly, and the speed became faster and faster, gradually forming whirlpools. The clothes also swirled, and the water splashed but not a drop splashed on the ground... Only then did He An see the basin clearly. There was also a layer of misty brilliance hanging over it.
"You...you just...wash clothes like this?" He Anzhi couldn't help laughing and asked aloud.
"Uh..." Fan Dazhi woke up with a start, stopped what he was doing, scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "This water... is too cold, I have no choice but to do it, hehehehe!"
"When did you master this Kung Fu?" He An asked again, looking at the water basin that was gradually returning to calm.
"Sigh... I have been practicing for a long time, but I still can't transform my energy into form, but... I can still control the energy of heaven and earth!" Fan Dazhi looked a little frustrated when he said this, and his round and fat face drooped.
"Oh! Are you still practicing your spiritual consciousness every night? How far can you reach it now?" He An looked at Fan Dazhi and felt amused.
"Spiritual consciousness isn't fun either. It's freezing cold now, and the streets are deserted at night... The most I can do now is outside our Zhixingyuan... Thirty feet away from Suzaku Street, any further... No way!" Fan Dazhi said dejectedly.
He An suppressed the shock in his heart and said with a narrow smile on his face: "Have you also explored the women's dormitory?"
"My spiritual consciousness just passed by..." Fan Dazhi's face turned red, and he continued to smile: "Really... there seemed to be some restrictions around the house in the women's dormitory, and when I scanned it with my spiritual consciousness, there was nothing. I can't see clearly, and when I look inside, I'm inexplicably blocked... Our Zhixingyuan is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, Xiao An, do you think it's the formation set up by that expert?"
He An couldn't help but laugh. This brother was obviously very talented, but he just liked to play. He could use his spiritual consciousness to explore the girls' dormitory and manipulate his vitality to wash clothes, but he couldn't figure it out.
He An didn't know what to say. After a long while, he just patted Fan Dazhi lightly on the shoulder.
"Brother, one day, you will be famous all over the world!"
On the morning of the second day, Han Chanjuan still did not show up until the first class. He An looked at the empty seats from time to time, feeling a little worried. He was exhausted from being chased that night, and later his life was always hanging by a thread. She Could it be that he suffered internal injuries? Or sick?
He An spent the morning in random thoughts. After the school bell rang, he walked out of the school building only to find that the thick snow on the road had been cleared by the handymen, and there were piles of snow like hills under the trees in the corner.
The sun peeked out from the clouds, and the sunlight shone on me without a trace of warmth. The winter snow had just cleared, and the air was cold.
At ten minutes at noon, when the appointed time for the martial arts competition arrived, Gu Qingzhou, Fan Dazhi and a group of male students in the school gathered around He An and rushed to the martial arts hall.
As soon as he walked to the door, he met Cui Mengshu and others. Sun Biao was still wearing a wide robe that covered his face. He stood out from the crowd and walked among the people with his arms folded. When he saw He An and others, he only gave him a cold glance.
The two groups of people looked at each other with angry expressions, no one said anything, and they each walked into the Zhiwu Hall.
The Zhiwu Hall is very spacious. There is a red vertical flag hanging on the wall in the middle, with the four golden characters "Zhiwu Jiwei Wu" written on it. Under the flag is a high step platform with several high chairs placed on it.
In the center of the hall directly opposite the high platform is a competition ring made of wood. The wooden stakes around the ring are tied with a few ropes to surround the ring. There are also colorful triangular flags and small bells hanging on it. It is unknown what its purpose is. .
The Zhiwu Hall was now crowded with students who came to watch the excitement. It was very lively with buzzing sounds. Everyone was discussing today's competition. It has been a long time since Zhixingyuan students had a fight. It was cold and snowy outside. Listen. It was said that there was a lot of excitement in the Zhiwu Hall, and even many female students came in.
He An and others squeezed into the crowd. There was a sudden commotion in the hall, and then it became quiet. The crowd automatically separated into an aisle like a tide. Only the master of Zhiwu Hall Feng Shaotang, Zou Zheng, Qiu Qingxi and another gray-haired teacher were seen. Slowly walked up to the high platform and sat on the chairs one by one.
The gray-haired teacher stood up, coughed twice, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone...please be quiet!"
The buzzing in the hall stopped, and everyone looked towards the high platform.
"I am Xu Kangnian, the chief of the Zhiwu Hall, and the judge of this competition. He An, a student from Chuzhou Prefecture, has made an appointment with Sun Biao, a student from Jingzhou County. The rules of the competition are known to both parties, and the "War Statement" is in effect!" He After a pause, he raised his voice and shouted: "Invite both parties to enter the ring!"
Amid the cheers of everyone in the hall, Sun Biao took the lead and jumped onto the ring. He pulled aside the broad robe that covered his face, revealing a strong face, and gestured around with his fists clasped.
The arena was about seven or eight feet high. When Sun Biao jumped up, he deliberately flipped several times in the air, causing the audience to applaud.
The crowd of onlookers looked at He An one after another. The people nearby consciously stepped back to make way. Fan Dazhi came to He An and pulled his sleeves and whispered: "Xiao An, be careful!"
He An nodded, dusted off his shirt, walked to the edge of the ring, raised his breath and jumped up, with his toes on the thick wooden stakes of the ring, and he was already standing firmly in the center of the ring.
There was sparse applause from the audience...
He An didn't take it seriously. He first bowed to the teachers on the high platform, and then followed Sun Biao's example and clasped his hands to gesture around.
"Okay! Both sides retreat...the competition begins!" Feng Nandi shouted loudly. As his voice fell, the colorful flags on the ropes around the ring fluttered and the bells jingled.
He An stood at the corner of the arena and lowered his eyes. He could feel the vitality fluctuations of the colorful flags and bells around the arena. They seemed to be blessed by some mysterious power. After a moment, everything fell silent, and the entire Zhiwu Hall was silent.
"Hi……"
Sun Biao took action first.
He took two steps forward, twisted his body, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the floor, making a harsh sonic boom sound, and slapped He An in the corner with his palm.
The power of this palm was astonishing. Before the palm could reach, He An's cheeks hurt as the wind blew from his palm.
He An's pupils shrank.
The black palm faintly shimmered with metallic brilliance, and was whipped by the strong wind.
When He Anjian couldn't wait to make a move, he ducked sideways, and Sun Biao's palm hit the wooden pile, causing sawdust to fly.
Amid the exclamations of everyone in the audience, He An lowered his shoulders, raised his elbows, and attacked Sun Biao's shoulders and armpits with "Suiyun Sanshou".
With two "bang bang" sounds, He An hit Sun Biao with one punch and one palm. He was defeated, but the other party didn't care at all, and slapped him again.
He An quickly retreated, turning his palm into a knife and slashing at Sun Biao's neck.
In the flash of lightning and flint, the two men flashed around and performed more than a dozen moves, but they were evenly matched.
Sitting on the high platform, Feng Shaotang said softly: "Mr. Xu... look at these two young men, which one will win?"
