"I'm the best! The door manager is awesome!!" Xu Xin immediately jumped up and shouted.
Tang Bingwen twitched the corners of his mouth, tapped his toes on the ground, and a stone flew out, hitting Xu Xintan's large hole directly.
"yue——"
Xu Xin knelt on the ground and retched.
Yang Lie and Dong Chang quickly stood away, fearing that they would be splashed with blood.
"Ahem, Lao Zhang, my disciple's indiscriminate remarks made you laugh."
Zhang Jingqing took a deep look at Tang Bingwen and sighed:
"A villain, right? I understand."
Tang Bingwen was slightly stunned, and the two of them suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.
Zhang Zhiwei carried his junior brother out of the field and pinched his body to wake him up.
"Forehead……"
Zhang Huaiyi drowsily saw the two big faces of his senior brother and master, and almost shuddered towards them.
The next moment he realized that he had just lost.
But why does the thunder method fail?
It shouldn’t be!
Zhang Jingqing grabbed Zhang Huaiyi's shoulder hard, making him grimace in pain.
"Huaiyi, go back and copy the mantra for purifying your mind a thousand times, and I will tell you why."
Zhang Huaiyi moved his mouth, and finally lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Yes, master."
"Zhiwei."
"master."
"You go and try."
"Ah? Me?" Zhang Zhiwei pointed at himself, and then asked: "Can I really do it, master?"
He rubbed his hands again and smiled sheepishly, "You know, the last time we were at the Lu family...right?"
"..." Zhang Jingqing waved her hand and slapped Zhang Zhiwei on the back of the head, but there was a loud resounding sound.
"Okay, I'm very proficient in the golden light spell. If I ask you to go up and try it, just try it."
"Hey, okay." Zhang Zhiwei fluttered his sleeves and strode towards the court.
"Red lotus, white lotus root and green lotus leaves, the brocade barrier moves frequently to protect the evening breeze." Zhang Jingqing suddenly said.
Zhang Zhiwei paused, then turned back and said with a smile: "I understand, master."
Zhang Huaiyi looked confused and felt that he was not from Tianshi Mansion.
What kind of attack are these two doing?
"Zhang Zhiwei, you practice the Golden Light Mantra all the time and have gained a little bit. Please share it with your junior brother."
Zhang Zhiwei undressed and handed over his hands. He was wearing a Taoist robe, but he was performing a Confucian bow.
Russell was slightly startled, vaguely feeling that this sparring session was unusual, but he could not capture the true meaning.
He had no choice but to follow Zhang Zhiwei's example and return the favor, "Please give me some advice, senior brother."
Zhang Jingqing smiled slightly, as if with emotion or nostalgia, and said: "It's great to have friends from far away."
Tang Bingwen nodded and sighed: "Old Zhang, you are serious."
Unexpectedly, the next second, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his right hand sideways, turned his palm up, bent his four fingers inward, and said in greeting:
"Come!"
Zhang Jingqing's face darkened, she put her hand on her forehead and hid on the other side of Tang Bingwen.
"Haha." Tang Bingwen laughed and patted the armrest on which he was sitting and said with a smile:
"Lao Zhang, don't be too harsh. This is what young people should be like, hahaha."
Russell didn't take it seriously and rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei with all his strength.
This time Xu Bu was different from playing against Zhang Huaiyi.
The soles of his feet landed an inch deep on the ground, and every muscle and bone in his body crackled every time he moved.
There was a faint flash of electric light on Russell's body, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder in his breathing. His whole figure was like a silver locomotive, crashing into Zhang Zhiwei.
"Thunder, thunder method!?" Zhang Huaiyi's eyes widened, and then he looked at Zhang Jingqing in disbelief.
"It's not the thunder method, I didn't teach it." Zhang Jingqing's eyes were filled with brilliance.
First, he used the sky thunder to realize the rhythm of thunder, and now he can faintly use the energy of wind and thunder in his body.
What a genius!
Zhang Zhiwei half-opened his eyes, grinned, and without accumulating strength in his right hand, he turned his palm and stretched forward, took a step forward with his left foot, and sent his right arm straight out like a bell-ringing pestle.
Russell's right fist was wrapped in a layer of golden light, aimed at Zhang Zhiwei's palm, and went all out.
The punch was like a dragon and the momentum was like a rainbow, as if an Arhat descended to earth and struck a mountain-shattering blow.
Zhang Zhiwei's expression remained unchanged. The moment Russell's fist was about to reach his palm, a thick ball of golden light condensed in his palm.
Russell felt as if he was hitting cotton.
The ball of golden light in Zhang Zhiwei's hand kept changing its shape, like a big jellyfish, constantly dissolving Russell's power.
"You can't be relied upon."
Zhang Zhiwei muttered softly and clenched his palm towards Russell's fist.
Russell's expression remained unchanged, his breathing sound was like the wind in the mountains, he closed his fist with his right hand, and then——
Instant strike!
Nearly a thousand fist shadows attacked Zhang Zhiwei like a shower.
Everyone present felt their eyes blurred, and nearly a thousand Zhang Zhiwei seemed to appear under the shadow of the fist.
They may stand upright, bend down, or turn sideways, with different postures, but their expressions are all the same calm.
“Haste makes waste.”
There was a smile on Russell's lips, and his left hand, which had been motionless, joined in.
Two thousand fist shadows!
All the disciples of the Tang Sect exclaimed: Can instant strikes be done like this?
They looked at their hands, especially Tang Miaoxing, and felt that they were disabled.
Tang Bingwen and Tang Jiaren nodded with satisfaction, with expressions of appreciation.
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes suddenly widened and he laughed loudly: "Okay, okay! All martial arts in the world are invincible, but speed is the only thing that can't be broken!"
He opened his hands in front of his chest, and the golden arm phantoms opened their palms in the air, catching all the fist shadows in the sky.
Zhang Huaiyi opened his mouth wide, but quickly closed it.
He suddenly tasted a bitter taste.
It turns out that I didn’t lose unjustly.
However, it feels uncomfortable to lose——
He was surpassed by a young man many years younger than himself.
This shocked Zhang Huaiyi, who claimed to be second in the world.
"When three people walk together, they must have my teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones." Zhang Jingqing suddenly said:
"Be righteous and calm."
Zhang Huaiyi was startled, then bowed and said: "Yes, master."
Russell's fist shadow lasted for nearly ten breaths, but still failed to break through Zhang Zhiwei's defense.
His figure floated back a foot away like a ghost, and suddenly smiled: "Senior brother is very skilled, I admire you."
"Hahaha, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority in the competition." Zhang Zhiwei gave a long laugh, put his feet on the ground, and roared to Russell.
"Junior brother, this time I take action first!"
Before he could finish his voice, a huge golden palm holding up the sky, like a five-fingered mountain, pressed towards Russell.
Russell's eyes were blazing with fighting spirit. Looking at Zhang Zhiwei's giant palm formed by a golden light spell, he had no idea of dodge.
His whole body also shone with golden light, his feet stood on the ground, and his two palms seemed to be slow but urgent, holding up the falling Jinshan!
Bang!
The golden palm fell, and Russell was directly photographed underground. Under the pressure of the giant palm, the earth cracked everywhere, and waves of smoke and dust rolled, making people unable to open their eyes.
Russell came out three feet away from Zhang Zhiwei. Before he could stand still, two golden ropes were entangled.
The speed is several times faster than the peregrine falcon in the sky!
Good guy, is this what is called being tough but not relying on strength, haste makes waste?
Russell slashed horizontally with both palms, as fast as the wind. The energy on the edges of his palms condensed into jagged shapes, rubbing back and forth at a high frequency.
As long as Zhang Zhiwei's golden rope is cut, he can definitely be divided into two with the change of wind chakra properties and the fusion of wind breathing sword skills.
But the moment he met Jinsuo.
The two ropes suddenly bent and playfully avoided Russell's knife.
The moment Russell swung it in the air, the rope suddenly stretched straight, like a stick, and hit the back of Russell's hand.
It was hastily covered with golden light and was immediately shattered, and the back of my hand hurt as if a hole had been stabbed.
Can you still play like this? Russell looked at Jin Suo, who was shaking his head, slightly dazed.
Zhang Zhiwei walked out of the smoke, shaking the rope formed by the golden light spell with two fingers, "Hardness and softness are combined, virtuality and reality are intertwined. It is golden light and the way of alchemy."
Awesome, learned.
Russell clenched his fists and looked at Zhang Zhiwei, ready to try what he had just realized.
However, it was interrupted by the sound of an alarm:
"Chief Door——"
"Oh no, there's Quanxing coming to attack the mountain!"
