Those who can practice middle-level martial arts at the martial artist stage are all talented, and the two simplified martial arts skills that Tang Lang learned from the Classics Pavilion are also the same mid-level skills, and the power of Chongxiao Baquan is definitely not trivial, even if Pang Jiamu is not proficient, it is not something that can be dealt with casually.

Pang Jiamu's face showed a look of pain, his tall and burly figure seemed to be raised again under the washing of violent spiritual power, almost half a body taller than Tang Lang, just like a demon god, a pair of iron fists swelled like a pair of iron hammers, and every time he swung it, a whirlwind would be born, gathering more and more, and finally forming a tornado, and it was no longer possible to stand on the ring safely.

Tang Lang didn't dare to let it go on, and the Tianlang Fist and Tiger Roar Fist were used one by one, but as soon as the fist wind touched the edge of the tornado, it would be devoured and absorbed by it, and it would grow a little stronger.

The tornado storm had already occupied half of the ring, and Tang Lang's feet kept changing directions, not daring to stay in the same position for a moment, his eyes kept sweeping the path of the tornado, trying to find the trajectory of the opponent's martial arts.

Seeing this, Pang Jiamu gloated: "You don't want to find out the gap in the storm, or quickly surrender and admit defeat, if you are involved, I won't have time to stop." ”

Do you want to use the "thunder and explosion", the competition has not even started, and it is not a good thing to burst out of his hole cards, but he can't admit defeat, Tang Lang decided to try it with the thunder dragon palm first.

He alternately slashed out countless palm winds with his hands, and as the speed increased, a black electric light appeared on the edge of his palm, and the electric light and palm wind intertwined, and a pocket thunder dragon appeared in the ring, shaking its head and tail, and burrowed into the tornado storm.

After entering the storm, the pocket thunder dragon seemed to be like a fish in water, the dragon's mouth was wide open, and it kept swallowing the breath of the storm, and every time it inhaled one more part, its body became several feet larger, and after a while, it became comparable to the storm.

"This ...... What kind of move is this?" Pang Jiamu watched the changes in the ring in amazement, the spiritual power in his body was like being pumped out and injected into the storm, and his expression became even more painful and distorted.

Tang Lang also felt inexplicable, why did the two different martial arts have a tendency to merge with each other, depending on the situation, his own thunder dragon palm was dominant, and while continuing to pay attention to the changes in the situation, he sank into his mind and asked the reason for the system.

"Thunder Dragon Palm, you have also analyzed and recorded, what is the situation now?"

"Master, you haven't been to visit people for a long time! Now you remember someone, hum......"

The system has become more humane, and even coquettish emotions have been generated, which made Tang Lang smile bitterly: "That, I've been a little busy lately! Let's not talk about this, let's see what's going on?"

The temper of the system comes and goes quickly: "Master, the Cang Demon Fury Slash and the Thunder Dragon Palm themselves are simplified from the Cang Thunder Explosion of the Sky, so these two martial arts are not as complete as other martial arts, and they both have a certain degree of incompleteness, and they may change when encountering martial arts with similar attributes or mutual growth." ”

After collecting a lot of martial arts and spells before, the system has established a basic database, and through simulation and analysis, it can give Tang Lang a lot of useful suggestions.

"Oh, there is such a thing?" Tang Lang's heart flashed: "Then if I absorb this kind of martial arts, can I improve the Thunder Dragon Palm, and finally deduce the remnants of the Thunder Explosion more perfectly, unlike the side effects that are so big to use now!"

"Theoretically possible!, but now the storm has a tendency to get out of control, and the owner must enter the storm if he wants to absorb energy, and the possibility of injury is extremely great, so it is not recommended that the owner take risks!"

In the past, as long as he encountered an opportunity to absorb energy, the system would instigate Tang Lang, but this time, he unexpectedly persuaded him not to risk his life, which made him very uncomfortable, but it was related to the perfection of his most powerful martial arts at this stage, and he couldn't completely ignore it.

Just when Tang Lang was slightly distracted, Pang Jiamu had almost drained his spiritual power, endured the danger of being counterattacked, cut off control of the tornado, and gasped and retreated to a corner of the ring.

Except for the corner occupied by the two of them, the storm has swept away most of the area of the ring, and even the dead branches and small stones on the ground around the ring have been attracted, and the robes of the onlookers from all over the country are also whining, and they can't help but withdraw a few feet outward.

Zhao Fei shouted anxiously: "Tang Lang, you hurry down from the ring, it's too dangerous......"

There was such a big commotion in the ring, which naturally alarmed more people, and many leading teachers from the academy also walked out of the room to check the situation.

Ji Fengyu looked at the ring with sleepy eyes, and was suddenly shocked: "Tang Lang, why did you kid make such a big move?

A teacher from the Royal Academy who came in a hurry was surprised and annoyed: "What is the situation? How can you use such a powerful move in the ring competition, is it trying to dismantle the Royal Academy?"

Ji Fengyu shouted at the teacher of the Royal Academy: "Don't ask so much first! You and I will work together to eliminate the storm first, otherwise everyone will only have to live in a tent tonight! Tang Lang, you get down for me, and I'll clean you up later!"

Pang Jiamu had already fled from the ring when the teacher of Ziwei Academy appeared, leaving Tang Lang alone who was still struggling to persevere, after hearing Ji Fengyu's orders, Tang Lang made an astonishing move, took a few steps under his feet, and rushed into the middle of the storm.

"Boy, you don't want to die!" Although Ji Fengyu was very dark about Tang Lang on the surface, he still liked this disciple very much in his heart, and because of the teacher, who would have thought that he would make such a crazy move.

Ji Fengyu was about to jump into the ring and go in to save people, but was stopped by the teacher of the Royal Academy: "We are working outside to disperse the storm, it is much more effective than you getting into it alone, don't hesitate, otherwise your disciple will really be helpless!"

Ji Fengyu nodded, and lined up on both sides of the ring with the other party, both of them were spell master cultivators, and the powerful spiritual power slowly pressed towards the tornado storm, surrounding the storm like two giant hands, and the rapidly rotating storm suddenly slowed down, and the speed slowed down significantly, but it would not completely disperse for a while and a half.

Zhao Fei was in a hurry, and he actually wanted to rush into the whirlwind to save people, but fortunately he was stopped by Jiang Dali and others who came in time: "You can't go in, Tang Lang must have his plan to do this, you will only cause chaos for him if you go in!"

Tang Lang, who was in the center of the storm, couldn't tell the difference between being top-heavy at this time, and was swept up and down by the violent wind, and it was very difficult to control his body.

"Master, why are you putting yourself in such a dangerous situation?" the system took the initiative to ask.

Tang Lang was still trying his best to control the balance of his body, and he had no time to answer, but he was thinking about the throbbing in his heart just now.

It turned out that just now, Tang Lang actually felt that there was a faint connection between himself and the storm around him, it may be that the pocket thunder dragon he sent out, although it had merged with the entire wind whirlwind, it did not cut off the induction between himself, so as soon as his mind was hot, he rushed into the center of the storm.

Although he couldn't control his position in the storm, Tang Lang still felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the ground of the ring, and had risen into the air, and the system was constantly inhaling external energy through the chest tattoo, and he could always hear the prompt: "Xenomorph energy injection, energy unit: 10 points, 15 points......"

While protecting his head and face in the storm, while trying his best to find that faint connection, the surrounding storm seemed to be slowing down, Tang Lang finally found a faint point of light not far above his head, and simply let go of the control of his body, and the whole person flew sideways towards the point of light, just opening his mouth to swallow the point of light.

Countless vague feelings immediately came to my heart, all of which were some intermittent fragments, but some of Tang Lang's experiences when he participated in the Thunder Dragon Palm confirmed each other, and the picture that appeared when he first observed the classics resurfaced in his mind: a middle-aged man with angry hair, like angry King Kong, looked up to the sky and roared, actually challenging the power of heaven and earth, thunder flashed between his clenched fists, and he raised his arms and waved a thunder dragon to look at the sky......

This time, the middle-aged man's every move was clearly engraved in Tang Lang's heart, and all the mysteries of the Thunder Dragon Palm were instantly grasped by him, as if he had practiced thousands of times.

Ji Fengyu and the teacher of the Royal Academy had already exerted all their strength, and the raging storm was finally controlled, and after the air waves and dust all dispersed, everyone stared at Tang Lang floating in the air in amazement.

Everyone was worried just now, but at this moment, he acted like he was fine, and there were no obvious scars on his body, his fists made a strange handprint, and there was actually a trace of thunder wrapped around his body!

Tang Lang was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world at the moment, and was talking to the system about the changes in the Thunder Dragon Palm, the entire martial art had become more powerful, and the grade had also been raised to a high level, and the completeness of the Thunder Blasting Fragment had also increased from less than thirty percent to nearly fifty percent after systematic evaluation, and the damage to the body was also slightly reduced, but the consumption of the user's spiritual power had doubled.

If he can't break through the apprentice realm as soon as possible, Tang Lang's current spiritual power reserves can only support a perfect thunder explosion, and then it will be a situation at the mercy of others, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh.

Just as he was struggling with this, a particularly harsh voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Boss, his expression is so obscene, why does he look like he is dissatisfied!"

Tang Lang suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was still floating in the air, surrounded by people who were good things from the major academies, Wei Yuankui was standing closest, and it should have been this guy talking nonsense just now.

"I'm not supposed to be in the ring, how can I float in mid-air? I'll go, it's so high, I'm a little dizzy!" Tang Lang had just regained consciousness, and the thunder light around him disappeared, and he immediately felt that his feet were empty, and he fell from mid-air and smashed heavily on the hard surface of the ring.

"It hurts, it hurts!" was his last thought before he fainted.