That night, Wang Hao was still practicing in the academy, and he was awakened by Jia Houwei's excited voice. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Boss, I won!"

Wang Hao opened his eyes, looked at Jia Houwei's fat face, and said angrily: "Anyway, you are also a martial artist in the Lingwu Realm, if you can't even win the first round, you just find a tofu and kill it!" ”

Jia Houwei smiled, a little embarrassed.

"It's so late, why don't you go to accompany Rou Ling, what are you doing to find me?"

"Boss, didn't you say that you would train me before I found a famous teacher to teach? Time is so tight, now! ”

"Good!" Wang Hao didn't refuse, his experience value had already reached the Heavenly Martial Realm Nine Folds 00, unless he chose to break through to the Lingwu Realm, there was no point in continuing to cultivate.

Wang Hao took out several yuan stones from the inventory, and carved small seal talismans on them with his refining hand, and he arranged the yuan stones in the corner of the courtyard, and the seal talismans echoed each other, forming a formation that shielded the fluctuation of yuan force and the sound of fighting.

With this formation, no matter how Wang Hao and Jia Houwei tossed, the entire academy would not be able to find more than ten of them.

"Fatty, what is the morality you comprehend?"

But any martial artist who can be promoted to the realm of spiritual martial arts will definitely have a deep understanding of a certain morality, and in the previous fight, neither of them showed their housekeeping skills, and now Wang Hao wants to help Jia Houwei improve his strength, so he must figure it out.

"The law of luck!"

Jia Houwei's answer was not unexpected by Wang Hao, Jia Houwei's bloodline is the moral type, and it is reasonable to comprehend the same morality as the bloodline.

"Summoning your bloodline soul for me to see."

Jia Houwei took a deep breath, his body exuded strong yuan force fluctuations, and behind him, a vague shadow emerged.

Compared with Wang Hao's first time seeing Jia Houwei's bloodline soul, it has been a long time, and after careful comparison, Wang Hao found that Jia Houwei's bloodline soul has undergone great changes.

Jia Houwei's bloodline soul has transformed from a cloud of mist into a human form, this human form is very slender, and it is obviously a female body.

"Unleash your morality and attack me."

"Good!" Jia Houwei is not pretentious at all, in the previous battles, he has already understood that even if his realm is higher than Wang Hao, he will still not be Wang Hao's opponent, and even the gap is very big.

The soul of the bloodline merged into Jia Houwei's body, and on his arms, white dust appeared.

"The Art of Leaving the Dust!"

The dust, which is so fine that it is impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, vibrates at a high frequency of tens of thousands of times per breath, and at this time, Jia Houwei's fists are the sharpest weapons.

"Boss, look at the punch!"

Jia Houwei punched in, Wang Hao didn't dodge or dodge, he used his moral strength to gather between his hands and also threw a punch.

Although it was a fist, Wang Hao also integrated swordsmanship into it.

"Smack!"

The two fists were opposed, and Jia Houwei not only failed to take any advantage, but took three steps back in a row.

"Boss, what kind of martial arts are you, can you teach me?"

Wang Hao reprimanded angrily: "If you switch to using a sword, I will teach you!" ”

Jia Houwei stuck out his tongue, he was used to using fists and knives, let him switch to using swords, I'm afraid he may not be able to learn it for ten years.

After failing to strike a blow, Jia Houwei immediately increased the power in his fist.

"The law of luck, ten times the attack!"

The comprehension of the power of the bloodline and morality can make Jia Houwei stably exert ten times his own strength!

Wang Hao's expression became much more solemn, in order to see which step Jia Houwei could do, he couldn't dodge, he could only fight-for-tat.

"Nine Dragons!"

Using the exercises in the battle, Wang Hao had already used it freely in his past cultivation, and the huge yuan force was injected into the fist, bursting out with amazing power.

"Boom!"

The second punch was opposed, and the resulting fluctuations almost blew the roof away.

There is no doubt that Wang Hao can still have the upper hand, and this time, Jia Houwei took five steps back.

Jia Houwei gritted his teeth, and his power rose again!

"The law of luck, twenty times the attack!"

Obviously, Jia Houwei used morality this time, it was much more difficult, before comprehending the law of luck, he used the power of the bloodline, and he also used to attack twenty times, thirty times, or even fifty times, but just like the name of the law of luck, it belongs to luck.

And using morality, Jia Houwei at this time can use twenty times his strength stably, and every punch and knife he throws is twenty times that of usual!

Jia Houwei threw sixteen punches in a row, and he hoped to defeat Wang Hao with sixteen twenty times attacks, even if it made him take a step back!

Sixteen twenty-fold attacks, even Wang Hao, without using the state of blood clothes or dragon god transformation, did not dare to resist all of them.

But he has skills, and in the case of almost no difference in strength, skills can distinguish the winner from the loser, which is also the reason why the barbarians will lose.

"Dripping swordsmanship! First Formula! ”

Wang Hao didn't have a sword in his hand, but he had already reached the point of combining human and sword, and he could turn any part of his body into a sword to use.

The fist shadow in the sky shrouded Wang Hao, and Jia Houwei's sixteen attacks completely fell on the fist shadow.

The heaviness of Jia Houwei's fist, Wang Hao could clearly feel that if Jia Houwei could steadily increase his strength to thirty times, Wang Hao would have to use his sword!

But Jia Houwei can't exert thirty times his strength stably, without the guidance of a famous teacher, although his realm has grown extremely fast, but in terms of moral cultivation, compared to Wang Hao, it is the gap between heaven and earth.

"No more fighting! Exhausted! ”

Jia Houwei sat on the ground with his ass after stopping, gasping for breath, and his twenty times attack meant that he would consume twenty times more yuan power than his usual attack.

Wang Hao vaguely understood why Jia Houwei chose an obese body shape again, the yuan force is evenly distributed in the body, and the volume is larger, so it can naturally store more yuan power.

"If it weren't for the bloodline being the law of luck, with your understanding of morality, I'm afraid you're still at the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm at this time, struggling!"

As he spoke, Wang Hao took out twelve pieces of top-grade black iron billets from the Yuan ring and began to forge them.

Jia Houwei asked curiously, "Boss, what are you refining?" ”

"The Mystery of Helping You Understand Morality."

Hearing this, Jia Houwei's curiosity was even stronger, and he was really unheard of to be able to help martial artists comprehend the mysteries of morality.

However, when Wang Hao finished refining the Xuan Weapon, he almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Wang Hao's refining is twelve...... Iron Candle!

The height of the iron candle just reached Jia Houwei's chest, Wang Hao inserted twelve iron candles side by side in front of Jia Houwei's body, and then used his blood power to pull it one by one with dragon breath.

"Take ten steps back and blow out the candles one by one with your fist."

Jia Houwei smiled: "Isn't this simple? ”

As he spoke, he leaped backwards ten meters away.

Twenty meters away, blowing out the candle flame with a fist wind, in Jia Houwei's opinion, he who is not in the Lingwu realm, even if he is a martial artist in the Xuanwu realm, he can do it steadily.

He threw a random punch, and in an instant, he made a big punch.

However, to his jaw again, not a single candle was successfully extinguished, and not even the slightest flickering of the candle flame occurred.

"This ......"

Wang Hao explained with a smile: "These iron candles are specially made by me, and with your current strength, you can only extinguish them with more than thirty times your strength." ”

Jia Houwei's expression became solemn, he grabbed the first one and punched!

With this punch, he used the law of luck, thirty times the strength!

"Whew!"

The first one was extinguished, and Jia Houwei didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, so he threw a second punch at the second candle.

This punch is only twenty-six times stronger.

Less than thirty times the strength, the candle flame only shook violently, but it could not be extinguished.

And not only did the second candle fail to extinguish, but the first candle that had been extinguished also re-ignited.

"For every candle, you only have one breath to blow it out! And if you make a mistake once, the candle that was blown out in front of you will be rekindled. ”

"Let's train! When you can extinguish all the candles in one go, you will be with me, and you will be a teacher. ”

Jia Houwei looked bitter in a row, and attacked thirteen times and thirty times in a row, which was a big challenge for him.

Wang Hao's purpose is very simple, only when Jia Houwei can independently control the power of his own attack can he make a qualitative leap and exert his bloodline and the true power of comprehending morality.

Throughout the night, Jia Houwei's wailing never stopped......

The next day, the ring battle continued, and Wang Haonai was the player who appeared in the sixteenth round.

After the first round of fighting yesterday, the weaker students have been eliminated, and those who can survive to the second round of the competition are at least above the fifth level of the Tianwu Realm.

Wang Hao stepped into the ring, and his opponent was a man who was only thirty years old.

The man's strength was much worse than Yin Peng's, and he looked at Wang Hao who stepped into the ring, his face was like ashes.

He thought that he could go one more round, but who would have thought that he would meet Wang Hao, who had the most eye-catching performance yesterday.

The man is also a student of Qinglong Academy, he understands the gap between himself and Yin Peng, and Wang Hao, who even Yin Peng has no power to fight back, what can he do?

He was even already struggling with whether to admit defeat directly.

Just as he was about to make a decision, Wang Hao opened his mouth first.

"I stand here without a sword or with both hands, and if you can touch the corner of my clothes, you win."

Wang Hao's voice is not loud, but the audience is not low, how can they not hear it?

Everyone's eyes hit Wang Hao, and they didn't know whether to evaluate him as arrogant or too confident.

Standing still, the other party will lose if he touches the corner of his clothes, this declaration is a little too unbelievable.

Wang Hao is not despising the other party, nor is he young and frivolous, the reason why he refused the opportunity to be directly promoted to the top 32 is because he wants to hone his ability to master the righteousness of kendo in the competition.

Only by mastering the great righteousness of the kendo that he has comprehended to the limit, will he choose to break through!