Zhang Jingqing's current mood is difficult to describe.
Monsters, two monsters.
Just Zhang Zhiwei.
At such a young age, Russell not only touched the state of the unity of heaven and man, but the magical effect of the human breath just now was even more remarkable.
To be able to stir up Zhang Zhiwei's Taoist heart, this is no ordinary method.
Most people who practice Taoism nowadays are avoiding the worldly atmosphere and striving to pursue the state of unity between heaven and man.
In just a few decades of life, who can cultivate two xinxings that are almost completely opposite to each other?
Zhang Zhiwei does have this talent, but his nature is too transcendent, and he cannot cultivate the way of the world of mortals even if he wants to.
Then, Zhang suddenly had a good idea.
For so many years, he has been trying to find someone who can suppress Zhang Zhiwei.
Let him feel defeated.
With this feeling, he can understand those who are defeated by him and come down from the clouds.
Now, he finally sees hope in Russell.
Russell is not yet eighteen, so there is huge room for growth!
Zhang Jingqing believes that given time, Zhang Zhiwei's perfect humanity will definitely be shaped by Russell's hands.
"Ahem." Zhang Jingqing stood up and looked at Russell and Zhang Zhiwei, "Why don't we go to the martial arts field at the back."
"It's more spacious there."
Russell felt happy, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master Tian, for making it possible."
He asked Zhang Zhiwei to salute again, but found that Zhang Zhiwei had jumped to the door.
"Junior brother, hurry up, hurry up."
Zhang Zhiwei's face was full of excitement, and his eyes were filled with eagerness.
Soon, Russell and Zhang Zhiwei were standing in the martial arts arena covered with white stone slabs.
Zhang Jingqing stood on the sidelines, very focused.
No matter who of the two was injured, he felt sorry for him and had to be prepared.
When Zhang Zhiwei's junior brother Tian Jinzhong saw this scene, he quickly called his friends and even those who were still recovering from injuries rushed over to watch the fun.
"Junior brother, please!" Zhang Zhiwei's eyes widened, golden light gushed out from his body, and he kept changing forms, like water or fire.
Russell clasped his fists, and golden light condensed around his body like a mountain.
The Tianshi Mansion disciples who were watching suddenly let out bursts of exclamations.
I have long heard that my master made an exception and passed on the golden light spell to people outside the sect, but this outsider cultivated it better than me...
It's very complicated inside.
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes lit up, and his body could no longer restrain the urge to fight.
He stepped on the ground with both feet and pounced on Russell faster than an eagle.
Art fire escape ho fireball!
Russell's seal disappeared, and a stream of flames instantly spit out from his mouth.
The flames swelled in the wind and instantly turned into a fireball three meters in diameter, rolling towards Zhang Zhiwei like a rock.
Tian Jinzhong felt as if he had arrived at the Flame Mountain. He was still twenty meters away from the fireball, and his hair was curled up by the heat.
Zhang Zhiwei's forward momentum stalled, and he retreated alternately with both feet.
He stretched out his left hand covered in golden light and gently touched the fire ball.
The next moment, Zhang Zhiwei smiled and shouted: "Junior brother, look at my new realization!"
He inserted his left hand directly into the fireball, shaking his arm as if stirring a pool of water.
The fireball that was originally advancing suddenly stopped, and ripples appeared on its surface.
In Russell's shocked eyes, Zhang Zhiwei stepped out of the Tiangang Step and drew a circle with his left hand. The fireball was thrown around by him and rushed towards Russell intact.
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Naruto-Orochimaru:!
Demon Slayer-Lei: What's wrong, Brother Snake, is this any surprise?
Naruto-Orochimaru: Chakra is the aggregation of spirit and energy, and the ninjutsu released has a strong personal mark.
Naruto-Orochimaru: If there is a pure change of fortune, the fireball will explode at the moment it is reversed.
Naruto-Orochimaru: But Zhang Zhiwei's move is more like inciting the spiritual attributes in the fireball to make it actively attack its original master.
Harry Potter: Uchiha's Uchiha fan rebounds?
Naruto-Orochimaru: Well... almost.
Demon Slayer-Lei: I don’t understand it, but it’s awesome.
Russell can obviously experience Zhang Zhiwei's methods more intuitively than Orochimaru.
This fireball has rebelled and cannot be persuaded to come back.
He formed a seal with one hand, and a wall of ice stood between the fireball and himself.
boom!
The fireball exploded, and the heat wave scattered around, roasting the surrounding Tianshi Taoist disciples until they screamed.
Click.
White cracks appeared on the ice wall, Russell's pupils shrank, and a golden stick came out. He stretched out his hand to block it.
But the golden stick seemed to have eyes. The head of the stick suddenly turned into a soft whip, and the thorn turned into a sweep. It bypassed Russell's hand and hit him on the chest.
Russell's expression remained unchanged, as if he knew the golden stick would change his moves like this.
He just stepped back slightly, his right hands pointing like a knife, and the golden light exuded a sharp aura.
With just a slight wave of his arm, the head of the incoming stick was cut off.
"Ah, you also learned this trick from Huaiyi?" Zhang Zhiwei scratched his head, holding the stick made of golden light spell on his shoulder.
He squatted on the ice wall, looking like he had a headache.
"Hehe, senior brother, don't tell you that you haven't learned anything." Russell grinned, his eyes full of teasing.
"Haha, that's not fun to say." Zhang Zhiwei jumped down from the ice wall, grabbed the end of the golden stick with both hands, and hit Russell with the tip.
The golden stick compressed the air and made a dull 'whirring' sound.
Just from the sound, this stick must have at least a thousand pounds of strength.
Russell held his hands empty, and the same golden stick condensed out.
Draw a circle with your right foot and step back, then use your right foot as the axis of your body and twist your waist.
The big tendons on the thighs and back made a clanging sound, and the golden stick drew a large circle from right to left, whistling upwards.
when!
The sound was so loud that it shattered the cracked ice wall.
Tian Jinzhong and others covered their ears, their minds filled with buzzing echoes.
By the time they came to their senses, the two of them were already fighting fiercely.
Split, swing, pick, plucking, tease.
The two golden sticks danced in a dazzling way.
Zhang Zhiwei's footwork was steady and his stick movements were wide open and closed. When it hit the ground, there was a three-inch deep pit.
Russell's footwork changes alternately between movement and stillness. When moving, he uses his stick flexibly, which often prompts Zhang Zhiwei to step back and defend.
Jing then used his strength fiercely, and when he collided with Zhang Zhiwei, golden light splashed everywhere and the sound was like a loud bell.
Tian Jinzhong and others counted the rounds each, and some shook their heads after counting to ten and stopped counting.
However, Tian Jinzhong counted to thirty before he was defeated in the virtual duel.
Zhang Jingqing nodded secretly.
In addition to Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong is also his favorite disciple.
And he is down-to-earth, willing to endure hardships, and has pretty good talent.
If it weren't for his stubborn nature, Zhang Jingqing would have wanted to train him as the next generation of heavenly master.
"Junior brother, let's do something different." Zhang Zhiwei used a stick to stand with Russell, freed his left hand, and thunder and lightning roared in his palm.
Russell smiled, and ice formed on his left hand.
The two of them dispersed the golden sticks at the same time and started fighting at close range.
Fists and palms intertwined, electricity and ice collided, and the two were faster than before.
Tian Jinzhong and others' eyes widened, so wide that it hurt and they couldn't see how many moves the two of them had made in one breath.
After ten breaths.
Zhang Zhiwei put his right hand against Russell's left fist and bared his teeth.
Russell's strength was greater than his, and the golden light was so solid that it seemed as if he had been tempered thousands of times.
Head-to-head, it seems a little bit impossible to beat.
However, this is interesting.
Zhang Zhiwei stamped his right foot, and lightning chains burst out around Russell's body. He pulled away and massaged his legs and feet with a grin.
It's really refreshing, but when I say it, it really hurts.
Zhang Jingqing, Tian Jinzhong and others looked at Russell trapped in the lightning cage.
As long as they are trapped inside, no one can think of this move without Zhang Zhiwei's permission.
work overtime……
It was too late to finish writing the discussion.
Will update again tomorrow.
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"Evolution: From eating cats to ancient dragon species"
Monster hunting world view, exotic beast text.
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