Suddenly, the wind "rustles" everywhere, and dozens of teenagers, all in their teens, surrounded Zhang Xiaotian, with unkind expressions, like a person staring at his hands without the power to bind a chicken.
"Boy, those who dare to hurt us, do you still want to stay in the Haohai Sect?" One person smiled, if Zhang Xiaotian's performance satisfies himself and others, he will naturally discuss it, otherwise...
Normally, unless there is a background, there are two situations for the children when they just started. One is given to the silver and the other is defeated or beaten. This is a real world where the weak and the strong.
"It's him who is making trouble unreasonably, what's up to me." Zhang Xiaotian said lightly.
"I don't admit my mistake yet." There is a human way, meaning to point ~ Yinliang.
"What's the matter, hit it!" The humane who spoke for the first time rushed towards Zhang Xiaotian.
A light suddenly appeared, and a palm accompanied by spiritual power was fiercely punched out. This person didn't believe that Zhang Xiaotian, who had a bigger fart, could have a high level of cultivation.
However, Zhang Xiaotian slowly shot to meet the attack, and even prevented the opponent from making progress. This scene surpassed the expectations of the others.
"It turns out that you have some cultivation skills, but you are not a disciple of Haohaizong." Someone laughed, and the words fell, and a group of people rushed towards Zhang Xiaotian.
For a time, strong wind swept the surrounding area, a cyclone blasted, aura lingering, and martial arts splendid. Then the ground was devastated and silver light flickered.
Zhang Xiaotian was unwilling to yell, his physical power was turned to the extreme, thunder was flickering, but his cultivation base was not high, he could not exert much power, and his two fists were hard to beat by four hands. In the end, he was hit by a single blow. Hit, and the opponent is naturally uncomfortable, this is an injury for injury, but the opponent is too crowded, Zhang Xiaotian is completely at a disadvantage, and he can't even run away.
On the way, what Zhang Xiaotian didn't know was that the crystal ball left by his mother was broken, and it turned into a bondage seal in the sea of consciousness.
"Boy, be acquainted, dare to provoke us, unless it is desperate." The last group of people looked at Zhang Xiaotian who fell to the ground and said sarcastically.
"Don't take my things! That's what my parents left for me!" Zhang Xiaotian cried out sadly, but suffered a few more fists.
At this time, Zhang Xiaotian was bruised, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his speech was confused.
"You are too much." Wang Xiao rushed to hear the wind and waved Xiaoyu's hand angrily.
Hearing this, the surrounding children suddenly dispersed, as if they had seen something terrible.
"Go, I'll take you to heal your wounds!" Wang laughed, his delicate body pulled Zhang Xiaotian to heal...
The journey was tortuous, but Zhang Xiaotian finally entered the Haohai Sect. I don't know why, Zhang Xiaotian's mind was finally painful, like a needle stick.
As a result, no matter what sect activity, Zhang Xiaotian had never participated in it, just practiced alone.
This resulted in a monster and many other titles...
Zongmen has a martial arts gathering every six months. All disciples must participate, unless they are inner disciples or have backgrounds.
This is an opportunity for outer disciples to perform. If they are admired by the elders, they may enter the inner sect to practice, otherwise they will have to wait until the cultivation level reaches the emptiness, and before the age of twenty, Zhang Xiaotian naturally smiled bitterly when he knew Endless.
Zhang Xiaotian hadn't participated in four full times. It was Wang Xiao's help. Four contests ~ two years, Zhang Xiaotian's headaches finally began to disappear.
It seems that it's time to practice some exercises, Zhang Xiaotian secretly said, the young self, at that time, the nature of Tianzong, when the real cultivation, the cultivation base is already in the spiritual realm, naturally there is no practice in the spirit realm.
Zhang Xiaolosi was because of this in the introductory battle. If he cultivated a good spirit state body technique, he didn't have to worry about group battles, and he might even be inherently invincible, at least able to escape.
Before, I didn’t practice because of headaches every day for no reason, but now it happened to be in the martial arts competition, and my headache is no longer painful. Of course, I have to practice some exercises frantically at this time.
"Tianjue Palace! What a domineering name." Zhang Xiaotian secretly said. The giant palace in front of him was full of simplicity and grandeur.
"Senior, the younger generation wants to take martial arts and legal decisions." Zhang Xiaotian clasped his fists and said respectfully.
On the stone, the old man lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a weird voice, "Boy, it's my thing to do the exercises! Don't disturb my old man sleeping."
After talking about Zhang Xiaotian's sluggish gaze, he continued to sleep, Zhang Xiaotian smiled bitterly, what kind of world this is, it is not wrong to be polite.
Entering inside, it is full of the breath of books. The first level is usually the outer disciples, and the second level is the inner disciple.
Zhang Xiaotian looked at these exercises and couldn't help being slightly surprised. He didn't know how much more than Zhang Yu of his own. He was worthy of being a large sect. No wonder Dad sent himself here.
"Domineering!" Refining the body with aura, trains a domineering body. Among the same level, the body is invincible. The most important thing is to have a good foundation.
Zhang Xiaotian shook his head and picked another "Eight Flashing Shadows!" First, eight large-scale spiritual power cyclones were lifted up all over his body. Eight steps were taken to consume one cyclone in one step, flash shadows one step at a time, and kill one enemy step by step. Indispensable.
Zhang Xiaotian shook his head, not to mention that he has no spiritual power cyclone. During the battle, once the eight steps are completed, this dangerous idle time will be left.
"A little bit of red!" There is no clear level concept, it belongs to the loose martial arts. If you want to practice, you must be fast, no matter how fast, fastest, and faster. The realm of great success is that you must see blood when you are out of the sword.
The ultimate goal-the sword will leave a little red on the enemy's neck, and kill the enemy.
"That's it!" Zhang Xiaotian secretly said.
"Feng Lingzhi!" The crazy practice of the power of one finger, the process is extremely painful. After the completion, his finger is sharp and sharp, pointing out that the finger hole must be seen, and the power is extremely powerful. It is mainly used for sneak attacks and close combat.
Zhang Xiaotian carefully weighed it and finally gave up. After all, he didn't need any method of refining his body, because he had a good physical foundation.
"The wind scroll shadow!" With this footwork, Zhang Xiaotian took a look at it, and after a short while, he found another practice book called Chun Ling Jue.
Zhang Xiaotian walked out slowly, and when he saw the old gatekeeper, he didn't dare to bother, he just prepared to register on the stone slab beside him.
"Boy, what do you mean?" The old man didn't open his eyes, like a dying old man, yin and yang said strangely.
"Didn't the senior say not to disturb sleep?" Zhang Xiaotian thought for a while.
"This is a business matter. What if you are a liar and you are confused?" the old man said strangely.
"Senior, am I here to register?" Zhang Xiaotian said depressed.
"Boy, you can only take two exercises at a time. You take three, and still say you can't be confused?" The old man still didn't open his eyes, and Zhang Xiaotian was very depressed. What kind of strange old man is this!
"I don't know..." Zhang Xiaotian was quite embarrassed.
"If everyone is like you, where is our Haohai Sect, where is the practice? Where is the disciple." The old man said loudly, with some reproach.
"Senior, won't it be possible for me to go back?" Zhang Xiaotian bit his scalp and said.
"I'll take your head off and return you again?" The old man said lightly, opening his wrinkled eyelids, and even reached out to Zhang Xiaotian.
"Senior, I knew it was wrong! You said what should I do now?" Zhang Xiaotian hurriedly said, sweating profusely! This kind of weird people still don't mess with it.
"Give me back a copy first, and have more time to accompany my old man in the future." The old man said, scared Zhang Xiaotian dare not speak.
"The stinky boy is still reluctant. Do you know how many people want to accompany my old man? This is the blessing you have cultivated in a few lifetimes." The old man Dali said magnificently, but saw Zhang Xiaotian staring at the three exercises, his eyes slightly stunned.