With a smile on his face, Wang Lan used his flowing water fist calmly.
His boxing skills are like running water, ever-changing and able to deflect attacks.
Wang Lan has a special physique and can store a lot of energy in his body. In addition, he has special skills, and the spiritual energy stored in his body is even more terrifying.
With this ability, he defeated countless opponents.
Just like a hunter, chasing the prey bit by bit, making the prey panic and anxious, until the prey is exhausted, and finally kills with a fatal blow.
The corner of Wang Lan's mouth raised. Jiang Ping'an had fallen into his trap and was waiting for the other party to run out of energy.
Although Wujiquan's attack is not strong, it consumes physical strength very quickly.
In two hours, two hours at most, Jiang Ping'an would be anxious, then rush to attack, and finally be consumed and defeated.
Wang Lan still calmly exchanged fists with Jiang Ping'an. When their fists collided, the surrounding air flow stirred wildly.
Time passed, and the two of them fought from morning to noon. The sun hung in the sky and the earth was hot.
The monks on the competition stage are either practicing or have left the stage out of boredom.
Even the beautiful referee seemed to be distracted, sitting in the shade and playing with her beautiful legs.
"It's too boring. I'm leaving. I won't watch anymore."
"Are you done? Hurry up and fight!"
"You two are the only ones worthy of being called geniuses, so get out of here!"
Irritated spectators were already shouting.
If the fight between the two was amazing, it would not be a loss to watch it for a few hours, but these two people were just there, one punch, one punch, and there was no visual impression at all.
Wang Lan looked at Jiang Ping'an, who had no expression on his face, and felt panic in his heart.
Why isn't Jiang Ping'an anxious?
This was not what he expected.
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Ping'an would be anxious and would attack regardless of energy, and then be consumed.
However, Jiang Ping'an was still as calm as before.
I don’t know how long it will take to fight like this.
Wang Lan prepared for a psychological attack and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, have you ever heard of "The Art of Hiding the Universe"?"
"No."
Jiang Ping'an responded calmly, is the other party bored enough to want to chat?
Wang Lan's expression froze. Jiang Ping'an had never heard of such a top-notch technique.
He continued to ask: "So, fellow Daoist Jiang, have you ever heard of Taoist Shenxu?"
"The one who killed the dragon?"
Jiang Ping'an had a deal with Hua Qingyu, and the other party asked him to find the demon dragon bone, which was related to Taoist Shenxu.
Hua Qingyu said that the dragon that fell into the devil's path was shot down on the Divine Island by Taoist Shenxu.
"Yes, it is Taoist Shenxu, the last immortal in the world, and a peerless person who is known as one of the ten most powerful people throughout the ages."
Wang Lan's eyes were full of awe and yearning, "Ten thousand years ago, the immortal road disappeared, but that person used some means to forcefully reopen a fairy road and ascend to the immortal world."
Jiang Ping'an asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"
Wang Lan put away the complicated emotions in his heart and continued: "Taoist Shenxu created a book of heaven-defying magic called "The Art of Hidden Universe"."
"By practicing this technique, you can store a massive amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy in your body, which is hundreds of times more than the spiritual energy in the body of a monk of the same level!"
Hearing this, Jiang Ping'an's heart trembled, "So terrifying! Do you know this kind of technique?"
There is actually a technique in the world that is so similar to the earth-building technique.
Wang Lan shook his head, "I don't know how. This technique has been lost."
"Twenty years ago, Taoist Shenxu's mansion was opened. Many people went in to look for this top-level magic, but they couldn't find it."
"However, I have a copy of the Hidden Universe Technique, which can produce ten times more energy than other monks."
"In addition, I have a special body that has ten times more energy than other monks. In other words, the energy in my body is twenty times more than that of ordinary monks!"
Finally, Wang Lan officially started his psychological offensive.
I believe Jiang Ping'an's face will change drastically when he hears this news, and he will become anxious.
However, Wang Lan was disappointed, Jiang Ping'an was still as slow and slow as before.
Jiang Ping'an thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of the earth-building technique?"
Wang Lan shook his head, "Those are the top spells. This spell shouldn't be the top one, right?"
After hearing this answer, Jiang Ping'an was basically certain that the so-called soil-building technique was just a trapping technique, and it was not called soil-building technique itself.
When he was at the first level of Qi training, the spiritual energy in his body was comparable to foundation building.
It is impossible for such a heaven-defying technique not to become famous.
There is a high probability that the Earth-Resisting Technique will no longer be called the Earth-Resisting Technique. Someone has changed the name of the exercise.
Jiang Ping'an suddenly remembered that Wang Lan said that Taoist Shenxu's mansion was opened twenty years ago.
And Uncle Meng said that he obtained the soil-building technique in a great secret realm...
The time is almost consistent, and the effects of Hidden Universe Technique and Earth Building Technique are so similar, could it be...
Of course, this is just Jiang Ping'an's guess.
After the trip to the Island of Gods is over, I will go back and ask Uncle Meng where he got this home base soil technique.
If Uncle Meng really got it in Taoist Shenxu's mansion, then this "Soil Base Technique" is probably "Hidden Universe Technique"!
Jiang Ping'an didn't panic at all. He hadn't run out of energy yet, so he couldn't even use his spiritual energy.
The reason why it took so long was actually to hone my fighting skills.
Unlike others, he has been practicing for several years and has been fighting.
In terms of fighting, he is a bit different from others and needs to be tempered by long-term battles.
The two played for another two hours, and more than half of the audience left.
Many people are so bored that they fall asleep.
Wang Lan, who had always been confident until dark, panicked.
Why isn't Jiang Ping'an anxious?
How much energy does the other party have in his body?
Does the other person have more energy in his body than me?
Although Wang Lan could continue to fight for another day, he became anxious when he saw that Jiang Ping'an didn't panic at all.
This is the first time I have encountered an opponent with such energy consumption.
If this continues, he may be consumed to death!
"No, we can't continue to consume like this."
A day of fighting exhausted Wang Lan's patience, and he was ready to increase his attacks and increase the opponent's consumption.
The flowing water fist that was originally calm suddenly changed and rushed towards Jiang Ping'an like a flood.
Jiang Ping'an raised his hand to block it, and used this force to fight it back.
Wang Lan urged the flowing water fist to offset the power.
Jiang Pingan suddenly said: "Are you so weak?"
Wang Lan's expression condensed.
He was actually ridiculed.
"Am I weak? I want to see how strong you are!"
A day of fighting wore away Wang Lan's patience, and he became annoyed when he heard Jiang Ping'an mocking him.
He crazily activated the energy in his body and punched him.
The competition venue was filled with flying sand and rocks, and terrifying energy surged wantonly.
Jiang Ping'an remained calm and unhurried.
Physically, he could still last for one night, but his spiritual energy storage was ten times greater than his physical strength.
The battle situation became tense, but there were no more spectators watching.
The referee sat aside and buttoned his feet.
The two fought until midnight.
After fighting with all his strength, Wang Lan's spiritual energy was exhausted.
When Jiang Ping'an was about to fight back, Wang Lan no longer had the energy to fight back.
"Bang!"
Wang Lan was knocked away and hit the wall, making a dull sound of pain from his mouth.
Wang Lan sat on the ground and gasped, his head covered with sweat, his eyes filled with disbelief and loneliness.
He has always been a hunter, but today he was actually drained of his spiritual energy.
This was the first time he had been defeated in the same way since he started on this path.
"How long can your physical strength last?"
Wang Lan calmed down his breathing, looked up at the other party, and asked unwillingly.
"If you have enough physical strength, you can still hold on until daytime." Jiang Ping'an replied.
Wang Lan sighed heavily, "I didn't lose to you in storing spiritual energy, it was my mentality that failed."
If it weren't for his panic, he could have dragged Jiang Ping'an until dawn, and he would have won.
The mentality has not been developed yet.
Jiang Ping'an didn't say much. He cupped his fists and saluted, "I accept."
The referee who was having a midnight snack quickly put away the food and shouted loudly: "In the first game, Jiang Ping'an wins!"
There was no cheering on the field because everyone had almost left, and only two or three people were meditating there.
"Made, I won't watch the matches between the two of them anymore."
"It's just, so disgusting."
"If I hadn't spent the money, I would have left long ago."
Amid curses, the two left the competition ground.
The first battle also came to an end.
