Qi Yiming was not flustered, raised his right foot, and stomped at the bald boy Ying Pojun. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Bang", the sound of heavy feet kicking the ground sounded.

Ying Pojun dodged as soon as he twisted his waist, and he also maintained a large-character lying on his back on the ground.

Pray that you don't believe in evil, you lie on the ground and let me step on it, I have failed once or twice, and I can't always be unsuccessful.

Qi Yiming wanted to raise his right foot and step on Ying Pojun again.

As soon as Qi Yiming's right foot left the ground, Ying Pojun, who was lying on the ground, turned over with a wine burp, and grabbed Qi Yiming's right foot as soon as he reached out and dragged it out directly.

"I'll go" Qi Yiming couldn't control his body, and directly separated his legs, and came a straight horse.

"Wow", everyone present could see that the bald boy should break the army and have a set, and he can complete the defensive counterattack while sleeping.

"Hiss", Qi Yiming hadn't practiced a word horse for a long time, and suddenly pulled away, and the muscles and ligaments on the inner thighs of both thighs ached. Now that he finally has a clear understanding of the strength of the broken army, it is no wonder that he can defeat the foundation building period during the Qi training period, it seems that he is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Uh-uh", the bald boy Ying Pojun burped two more wines, and the breath he spewed out had a smoky smell of alcohol.

Qi Yiming put his hands on the ground, rolled over, and took two steps back.

Ying Pojun slapped the ground with one palm, flew up, and directly fell on Qi Yiming's body, and a side elbow hit the handle.

"Poof", Qi Yiming was directly hit in the abdomen by an elbow blow, and he couldn't control his retreat and lay directly on the ground.

"Bang", Ying Pojun tilted down without even opening his eyes, and smashed directly on Qi Yiming's back.

The two became in a criss-cross and overlapping posture, although it was a little indecent, but Qi Yiming was held down to death.

……

"Oh", the eyes of the entire Dao Arena widened, this bald boy's series of movements were strange but smooth, and a few moves took advantage of the situation to suppress the intact Qi Yiming from moving.

Qi Wenwei, who was sitting in the battle area of the Land of Rain, chuckled in his heart, he didn't expect this Ying Pojun to be so difficult, even if he was drugged, he couldn't make up for the gap between his son and Ying Pojun.

In the drill area, Qi Yiming wanted to turn over, but he couldn't overturn Ying Pojun, and he couldn't get out of the predicament for a while.

"Give up, uh, Brother Qi" Ying Pojun burped as he spoke, and his face gradually turned wine red, and he said with a slight slurred speech: "Even if I am delirious now, there is a way to defeat you." ”

"Hmph", Qi Yiming, who was lying on the ground, was a little angry, although we do have a gap, but you don't need to humiliate me like this. What is delirious can beat me, grass!

Qi Yiming held the fan with his right hand, injected some aura, and then backhanded the fan.

The strong wind struck, directly blowing up the Ying Pojun who was lying on his back, and Qi Yiming took advantage of the situation to roll the donkey and escaped, and distanced away from the Ying Pojun.

"When fighting in close combat, Ying Pojun's physical skills are too difficult, so open the distance, and then attack with Dao techniques" Qi Yiming had already retreated to the position of the fence, secretly thinking in his heart.

"Uh-uh-uh", Ying Pojun was lying on the ground, and he hiccuped a few times, and now not only his face is red, but even his bald head is starting to redden, and he is a drunk.

Qi Yiming unfolded the folding fan to the fullest, and then injected a large amount of spiritual energy into the fan, and the entire fan surface began to glow with white light, obviously the spiritual energy contained was almost at its limit.

……

The examiners in the "Spirit Weapon" judges' area are a little interested, this thing can greatly increase personal strength, but the price is really expensive, and the examiners present may not have too many spirit weapons.

The chief examiner, Shao Zibo, nodded with a smile: "Although Qi Yiming's spiritual weapon grade is a little lower, it is more than enough to cope with the Qi cultivation period." ”

"Hmm" The white-haired old man Tian Qingchen nodded in agreement.

There are always a few people who can perform Dao magic during the Qi training period, but with the assistance of spiritual weapons, it is different, Qi Yiming can continue to cast Dao techniques through the magic circle attached to the spirit fan itself, until the spiritual energy is exhausted.

"Ha", I saw Qi Yiming shouting, and picked up the spirit fan with his right hand and slammed it at Ying Pojun who was lying on the ground.

"Huhuhu", a strong hurricane kicked up smoke and dust, and in an instant, it directly swept out the Ying Pojun lying on the ground.

"Bang", Ying Pojun's back smashed heavily on the wooden fence, and the good elasticity of the wooden fence bounced him back again, but the way Ying Pojun went back was to roll.

The smoke and dust fell, and when he looked at the ground again, Ying Pojun's clothes were in tatters, and there were some small wounds, oozing a faint blood.

"Vomit~", Ying Pojun raised his upper body sideways, supported the ground with his right hand, and kept retching, obviously the violent collision just now almost knocked his bile out.

Qi Yiming's expression was serious, and the aura in his body continued to be injected into the spirit fan, and he would not stop in the slightest because Ying Pojun's state was wrong.

Qi Wenwei's fat face trembled with excitement sitting in the battle area of the Land of Rain, as long as his son slapped him like this a few more times, even if he was as strong as Ying Pojun, he couldn't bear it.

"Ahem, cough, cough", Ying Pojun, who was half-lying on the ground, coughed heavily, so uncomfortable that he almost coughed out the lobes of his lungs.

"Brother Ying, don't hold on to it" Qi Yiming shouted unceremoniously while injecting aura into the fan: "I can still fan this attack many times, are you sure you can withstand it?" ”

"Huhu", after Ying Pojun finished coughing, he was wheezing violently, as if this was the only way to alleviate the discomfort of the impact he had just made.

……

"Ying Po Army, come on!" Suddenly, a female voice sounded in the rain country viewing area.

Qi Wenwei glared back dissatisfiedly, and Song Xiaoqi, a big-breasted beauty, sat down in disdain.

"Hahaha", Takenokuni erupted in laughter.

"Boss Ying, what about the girl cheering you on, don't lie on the ground like a worm, okay?"

"That's it, if there is a girl to cheer me on, I will fight even if I fight for my life"

"Hey, bald head, you won't let our martial arts country take a zero egg back this Qi training competition"

……

Although the sound of scolding or laughing is not good, the way men express their feelings is like this, rude and direct.

"Hehehe", Ying Pojun smiled helplessly, glanced at Song Xiaoqi in the rain country watching the war zone, and then looked at his partners in the country of martial arts, and could only shake his head with a wry smile.

The fan in Qi Yiming's hand began to linger with white light again, seeing that the next hurricane attack was coming again.

Suddenly, Ying Pojun slowly straightened up, and the breath in his body skyrocketed......