A day of small disputes.
On the large martial arts arena, Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou stood opposite each other.
There are many bystanders.
The monks were very familiar with Han Zhou, but most of them saw Ning Zhuo for the first time.
"He is Ning Zhuo from Fire Persimmon Immortal City?"
"In my opinion, he is ordinary, how can he win the favor of the eldest lady?!"
"Whether it is mediocre or not, the clues can be seen from this battle."
A large number of scrutinizing eyes all stopped on Ning Zhuo's body.
Among them, there is Lin Shanshan in disguise.
Since she promised Ning Zhuo to come to watch the battle, she did what she said. But these days, she also heard some annoying gossip, so this time she disguised herself a little and didn't use her true face.
Lin Shanshan was mixed in the crowd and was inconspicuous.
As everyone knows, a gaze quietly descended, looking down at the entire training ground, and accurately found Lin Shanshan in the crowd.
The owner of this gaze is none other than Lin Bufan, the master of the Wanyao Sect.
He was busy with affairs recently, and he wouldn't have had the opportunity to learn about this gossip.
However, the people around him were doing what they liked and were worried about the Lord, so they took advantage of Lin Bufan's rest to report it.
"Shanshan has never done this to a male cultivator since she was a child. Who is this Ning Zhuo? Just check it out for me."
After Lin Bufan gave the order, he also remembered the time when Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou fought.
By now, he had deliberately suspended the affairs in his hand and operated the magic circle, far away from the original mountain, but he could see all the big and small battles on the small peak in view and see it thoroughly.
"It's a good skin......" Lin Bufan looked at Ning Zhuo for the first time and nodded slightly.
He himself was handsome, and Ning Zhuo's demeanor also made him feel that the other party was from an extraordinary background, at least from a cultivation family.
Lin Bufan's first impression of Ning Zhuo was not bad.
Ning Zhuo looked at Han Zhou.
Hanzhou was thin and pale.
His face was covered with traces of wind and frost erosion, looking tired and tired. But his gaze was very calm, revealing a firm will and fearlessness in the face of suffering.
His hair was sparse and messy, showing a kind of grayish-white color, like a remnant of melted ice and snow. A simple hemp rope is casually tied behind the head, chaotic.
He wears a shabby gray robe full of patches and cracks. Wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals on his feet, he made a rustling sound when he walked, and the soles of his shoes were already worn out, revealing his frostbitten toes.
His skin was quite rough, full of frostbite and scars, and his fingers were stained with a layer of white frost.
Generally speaking, even if a monk does not have a lot of money, he will clean himself up relatively cleanly, and his clothes are at least neat.
But Han Zhou is not like this, he seems to be afraid that others will not know that he is a beggar.
Ning Zhuo bowed: "Brother Hanzhou, my brother has been looking forward to this battle for a long time. In today's battle, I would like to appreciate the Bitter Cold Sutra of my brother."
Han Zhou's voice was hoarse: "Ning Daoyou, you and I will have this battle due to fate, so let you and I do our best."
Han Zhou was quite straightforward, and after saying this, he opened his legs and took the initiative to run towards Ning Zhuo.
He clenched his fists, and the cold air dispersed, forming frost flowers.
The white frost spread quickly, covering the surface of his fist with a layer.
Frost Fist!
Ning Zhuo's face was solemn, and the moment Han Zhou started, he retreated almost at the same time.
He retreated as he cast a spell.
In an instant, the turquoise vines drilled through the ground, flexible as a snake, and entangled towards Han Zhou.
Hanzhou accelerated suddenly, trying to bypass the vines.
Ning Zhuo unfolded his consciousness and kept controlling the vines, constantly growing, and entangled with Han Zhou.
Seeing that Han Zhou couldn't dodge, he simply stood in place, shouting in a low voice, and his fist shadow flew over.
His fist hit the vine, instantly freezing the latter, and the cold air overflowed and quickly spread around.
Ning Zhuo had already learned the information and had already found out that the cold air emitted by Hanzhou contained mystery, and it was the bitter cold air formed by the cultivation of bitter cold.
These breaths are difficult to defend against and can easily penetrate into the monk's body, eroding the monk's body and spirit.
At first, this erosion was minimal.
But as time goes by and accumulates, the impact of erosion becomes more and more obvious.
If the monk does not have a good means to remove these bitter colds, then the injuries in his body will become heavier and heavier, and his state will decline significantly.
Many of Hanzhou's opponents in history have been defeated by this layer of bitter cold.
Ning Zhuo urged the five elements of mana, rotated for a while, and purified it into fire.
He stretched out his hand, and immediately a pillar of fire erupted.
The pillar of fire was only a thin strip at first, but halfway through the spray, it had already spread, expanding like a giant python, and by the time it hit Hanzhou, the pillar of fire had already expanded, and its body shape was like a pillar at the top of the palace.
Han Zhou stood still, without even a single dodge movement, allowing the flames to fall around his head, covering his whole body.
The flame burned for a moment, and the strong bitter cold penetrated into the fire, and the fire immediately withered.
Even if Ning Zhuo added mana, he couldn't let the flames expand a few more points.
After a few breaths, the flames that were originally burning on Han Zhou's body were already left with only a few residual flames, attached to the tips of his hair and clothes.
"It's a good fire." Han Zhou lightly evaluated the basis and continued to rush towards Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and cast the earth spell again.
For a while, yellow sand flew and swept the entire training ground.
The sand and soil clung to Han Zhou's body, accumulating and gradually wrapping him into a clay doll.
Earth Walking Spell - Clay Sculpture!
But soon, the surface of the clay doll was permeated with large areas of white frost from the inside out.
The white frost froze the sand into lumps, decomposed the structure, and all fell off.
Han Zhou opened his legs again and stepped out of the clay sculpture. His face was flat, his eyes were resolute, and his expression was sad, and he only said: "Good soil."
Ning Zhuo was expressionless, and cast the Golden Acting Spell again.
His palm was like a knife, aiming at Hanzhou. A palm seal turned into a golden knife in mid-air and slashed towards Hanzhou.
Hanzhou walked forward, still not dodging.
The addition of the golden knife finally made his clothes a little more tattered, and wounds appeared on his body, and some blood flowed out.
"Good money!"
Han Zhou's face became more and more sad, but his momentum skyrocketed to the extreme.
He was just passively beaten, but he gave people a very strong impression, Ning Zhuo's feelings were the deepest, and there was a strong pressure in his heart, like pressing a boulder.
The spectators were talking.
"As soon as Hanzhou came up, he showed a posture of fighting with all his might."
"Although I am a bystander, I can already feel his respect for Ning Zhuo from Han Zhou's attitude! It is precisely because of this respect that as soon as he started the war, he went all out and performed his crucifixion."
"Ning Zhuo's technique of casting spells is very skillful. But even Jin Xing, who was known for his attacks, only caused some flesh and skin injuries to Han Zhou. He's going to be in danger!"
Lin Shanshan mixed in with the crowd, and when she heard everyone's comments, she also recognized it in her heart.
She couldn't help but get nervous, knowing that Han Zhou's offensive would inevitably be more violent and violent next.
This is because the "Crucifixion Body" is a taijutsu similar to the "Vajra Body", which can strengthen its own defenses, while the former greatly increases its abilities by withstanding external blows.
As long as Hanzhou has the power of a battle, the harder the blow he takes, the stronger he becomes.
"Young Master Ning's golden spell has little effect and cannot break the crucifixion body in one blow, what should I do?" Lin Shanshan felt anxious.
She really hoped that Ning Zhuo could win.
Not only did she have a lot of affection for Ning Zhuo, but it was also because she put in a lot of effort to help Ning Zhuo train.
The more she gave, the more she would look at things from Ning Zhuo's point of view.
Hanzhou trampled on the ground, causing the floor tiles of the martial arts arena to crack directly! His speed skyrocketed, like a cannonball, and rushed towards Ning Zhuo.
The distance between the two sides is rapidly shortening!
Ning Zhuo raced against time, pushed his palms, and performed a water spell.
Three waves of water waves were created out of thin air, impacting the Cold Continent with huge power, trying to push the Cold Continent back.
In the first round of water waves, Hanzhou was washed away by the momentum. But in the second round of water waves, his strength grew to the point where he could stand in place.
When the third round of water waves arrived, he rushed out directly!
The more attacks he suffered, the more powerful he became. Such a peculiar crucifixion naturally has the ability to weaken the opponent's will to fight.
Han Zhou used his body as a knife, split the water waves, and finally came to Ning Zhuo's face.
Ning Zhuo took a deep breath, his eyes shining with ejaculation. After a few days of special training, he was about to take this opportunity to test his special training results through actual combat!
The two sides exchanged fists and kicks and engaged in close combat.
At first, the two sides were still evenly matched, but soon, Hanzhou grabbed the rhythm.
His punches and kicks alternately attacked in turn, like a storm.