Xu Ziqing is here to warn Su Xin, which is really kind, and even though Su Xin knows that he is kind, he listens to nothing, and hates that he hasn't spoken before.
But the lottery trembled again in the air, and two more lotteries flew left and right.
Su Xin said immediately: "Brother Ziqing, look, the second match is also coming!"
Xu Ziqing turned his head to look at it, and as expected, two more people walked out of the seat and already stood in the hall.
Seeing that Su Xin had successfully transferred the conversation, he wiped his sweat secretly, and smiled: "Brother Ziqing must first guess the game this time."
Xu Ziqing thought he was a little unconvinced, so she smiled very temperamentally: "It's okay."
The two came to watch the battle again, and each compared the strengths and weaknesses of the opponents.
This time, it was two men who were on the court, and they were also the tenth-level qi-refining cultivation base that made Gathering Tongbao emit purple light.
One of the men is nine feet tall and a bold man with a sturdy back and waist, unable to handle it; the other is thin, with thin eyebrows and thin lips, and a red whip is wrapped around his waist.
The nine-foot man clasped his fists: "Roar of Qingtian Monroe."
The man with thin eyebrows and thin lips drew out his long whip and shook it with a "slap": "Diao Zimo from the Thunder Fire School."
Luo Ho and Diao Zimo are both men, and they seem to have dealt with each other before, and they are both vigilant in the face of things.
The spiritual powers of the two sides swelled all over the body, and gradually formed two huge air current vortexes, colliding in mid-air!
"boom!"
Both vortexes were smashed into pieces, Luo Ho bent over, and hit the ground hard with his fists! However, his feet are steady and steady, without any movement. Diao Zimo took a step back, his back straight.
This encounter was just half a catty, and it was evenly matched.
Xu Ziqing couldn't help but concentrate, while sinking his consciousness into the ring: "Brother Yun, I still saw such a battle the first time. Was it a test?"
Yun Yu said "yes" and said: "The two have similar cultivation skills, so the aura is especially important."
Xu Ziqing secretly remembered this in his heart, thinking: It is true that when fighting against each other, if he can suppress the opponent at the beginning, he will definitely have the upper hand. It is extremely difficult for the other party to regain the opportunity.
He recalled that when his friend Yunxun was fighting with others, that kind of courage could almost freeze people's souls, not to say that they resisted, or they couldn't even struggle. Although there is strength to suppress it, how do you know that there is no awe-inspiring shock? Sure enough, I have to learn a lot.
After Luo Ho and Diao Zimo's trial, Diao Zimo stood still, and when he shook his wrist, he took the first shot!
The red long whip instantly danced out an afterimage, and then suddenly turned into a hundred and a thousand whip shadows, covering Luohou in all directions!
Luo Hao still didn't take out the magic weapon, his fists collided, and suddenly a strong force burst out of it, forming a dragon of spiritual power, shaking his head and wagging his tail, and went straight to kill in the whip shadow!
You Long is very flexible. Although it doesn't know which whip shadow is true and which is false, it doesn't hesitate to rush into it! Soon, he got surrounded by whip shadows!
The whip shadows are very dense, when the spiritual power dragon just raised its head, the thousands of paths instantly merged into one. Everyone had a flower in front of them, and then settled, they saw that the long dragon was tightly bound by the red long whip, trapped in the middle and struggling endlessly.
Diao Zimo sneered and said, "Hang it for me!"
The long whip was immediately locked, and forcibly shredded the torso of the spiritual power long dragon so that it could no longer gather and form!
Luo Hao's face sank, he did know that this long dragon could not help Diao Zimo, but he didn't expect to be broken up so easily, which really surprised him.
However, the people of the Sky Gate never fear the benefits of magical weapons!
The two had already fought for several rounds, and Su Xin was so excited that he said to Xu Ziqing, "Come on again, brother Ziqing, quickly choose one!"
Xu Ziqing also watched a lot just now, nodded, and said, "I'll just charge that Diao Daoist friend."
Su Xin was optimistic about Luo Huo himself. His temperament was quite violent, and he naturally preferred those brutal and tough colleagues, so he hurriedly said: "My fellow Daoist Abbot, he is so powerful, he will surely win!"
Xu Ziqing smiled slightly: "I will know later."
The two stopped talking, and both looked at the temple again.
The battle between Na Luohou and Diao Zimo is already in full swing.
The disciple in the Qingtianmen has the most solid body, never relying on magical weapons, but fighting hard with his fists, which is very impressive. I saw him rushing over, with both fists raised high, about to hit Diao Zimo's head!
Diao Zimo was not in a hurry. With a round whip, he drew his fist fiercely, and his figure bent down, his legs staggered, already avoiding the front.
"what!"
But when Luo roar yelled, his right fist touched the long whip, but his left fist changed his move and grabbed the tail of the whip hard!
In the next moment, he was stiff and fell to the ground, back and forth seven or eight steps!
Everyone was shocked. Diao Zimo's long whip was clearly a top-grade magic weapon. It was originally extremely powerful, but after Luo Hao's punch was hit, he not only retreated, but his fist was even more scorched!
The corners of Diao Zimo's lips hooked slightly, and there was a "crack" on the red long whip. Upon closer inspection, there were blue-violet arcs on the long whip, and the "belch" kept on.
At this time everyone knew that it turned out that his whip was live.
"That, that's thunder!"
"Diao Zimo can attach thunder and lightning to a magic weapon. I don't know how to do it?"
"As expected to be a high disciple of the Thunder Fire faction, he actually instigated the Thunder! Luo Ho is probably the loser..."
"Senior Brother Luohou, luck is really bad!"
When the monks saw this, they all talked a lot.
Even Tang Wenfei seemed a little unexpected.
Xu Ziqing was surprised: "What kind of exercise is this?"
Yun Li thought briefly, and said: "It should be derived from the fragments of the "Wan Lei Heart Sutra"."
Xu Ziqing heard Yun Li's narration and only then understood that all Lei Jue was born out of the "Ten Thousand Lei Heart Sutra". However, this "Ten Thousand Thunder Heart Sutra" is a legendary technique that has long been lost, leaving only a lot of fragments. It was carefully remedied by the various factions of the sect, and many thunderous methods have been derived.
However, not everyone can learn Lei Fa.
As we all know, there are thousands of tactics in the world, but in the final analysis, they are all in the five elements.
Lei Fa is an extremely difficult method, and many of the monster beasts may have this innate and supernatural power, but if a monk wants to practice, then the requirements for aptitude and spiritual root are extremely high.
For example, first of all, you need to have both water and fire roots at the same time, and the fire root must be thicker than the water root, otherwise, you can't practice thunder method.
Secondly, the learner of thunder method must introduce the natural thunder into the spiritual root at the beginning, and suffer from thunder and fire. After repeated tempering, you have to comprehend the natural thunder path before you can continue.
One of the above two points depends on talent, and the other is not only talent, but also cruelty and perseverance. Therefore, there are very few people who can truly learn thunder magic.
And once a small achievement is achieved, not only can it take advantage of many tribulations in the future, but also among the people of the same cultivation level, it will be able to sweep Wuji.
Once Lei Fa came out, there was no more suspense in this fight.
Luo Huo is indeed very powerful, and his body is extremely powerful, but Diao Zimo has learned the thunder method, so after three or five rounds, Diao Zimo swept out a thunder whip, and Luo Huo was defeated!
Diao Zimo put away his long whip and raised his eyes slightly: "After you learn the "King Kong Isn't Bad Dafa" in your door, you will be eligible to fight with me."
Luo Ho didn't do much entanglement either. If he lost, he was defeated. He also clasped his fists freely and easily: "Then fight again when that time comes!"
Diao Zimo smiled and said, "At that time, I will make great progress, and you must not lose to me again."
Luo Hao's eyes were sharp, and he refused to give up: "Today's winner is not to be the future loser."
After the two said these few words, they each returned to their seats, and at the same time each received the winning or losing sign.
The two consecutive battles were extremely exciting, and the two sides of the battle were also extremely demeaned. They did not use any ghost tricks, which naturally made the audience quite enjoyable.
After that, there are the last two cultivators of the tenth level of Qi refining. One is the young master of Tianyanmen, Yan Boshang, who makes the Spirit Gathering Treasure show a deep purple light and is almost only a line away from the foundation building period; the other is six. One of the only women among the top masters, Zhuo Hanyan from the San Xiu League.
The last two of them all had a flying sword hanging above their heads, their auras seemed to be the most common, but they were also the most clear at a glance.
Su Xin, who had been enthusiastic before, sighed at this moment.
Xu Ziqing thought he was annoyed that he had just lost the bet again, but if he wanted to reassure him, and was afraid of showing off, he really didn't know how to speak.
Su Xin didn't realize Xu Ziqing's embarrassment, but was very upset: "Brother Ziqing, I lost two games in a row. I'm afraid this game will lose again."
Xu Ziqing was startled. It turned out that he was not annoyed by losing a bet... But why did he say so
Before Su Xin waited for him to ask a question, he already had a wry smile: "This time, Senior Sister Zhuo is determined to lose."
Xu Ziqing suddenly realized.
This is true. Zhuo Hanyan’s cultivation is indeed profound. At the beginning, there was one person with deep purple, three with purple, and two with light purple. She and Ji Banlian are both women, but Ji Banlian is just a light purple, but she It's Zhongzi, not inferior to a man, which shows that it is extraordinary.
Unfortunately, luck is not good.
In the first two games, it was Light Purple vs. Light Purple, and Medium Purple vs. Medium Purple. Only to her, it was Medium Purple vs. Deep Purple.
That Yan Boshang's current cultivation base can be said to be the first person below the foundation to fight against him. Where does Zhuo Hanyan have the chance to win? Su Xin's worries are not unreasonable.
Su Xin said again: "Senior Sister Zhuo is the most powerful master in the younger generation of the Sanxiu League, and is also the best player in the Sanxiu League. Although I know her defeat is set, I still have to bet on her. Victory. Even if you have to accompany Brother Ziqing for nine days in total, you are still willing to practice."
Xu Ziqing sighed when he heard what he said. After thinking for a while, he said, "Di Axinxian's words are not correct." Without waiting for Su Xin's reply, he said, "Although Axinxian is a member of the Sanxiu League, am I not? It is the people of the alliance who are fighting against each other, so I naturally want to bet on her to win."
Speaking of this, he smiled: "So all the bets in this game are on one side, no matter what, you and I are tied."
A tremor flashed in Su Xin's eyes, and he smiled, "Then... draw it!"
The two speculated that they were right, Zhuo Hanyan did lose.
Even this time in the fight, the difference between victory and defeat was unexpectedly quick.
At the beginning of the fight, the two flying swords had just touched, so Yan Boshang bent his finger and popped it out!
When the strong wind passed, an invisible object hit Zhuo Hanyan's chest, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood, and her expression instantly became wilted.
"True Yuan!" Someone blurted out like this!