After Qi Yancao finished speaking, he conjured a huge fist.

"Good fellow, it's terrible. Zhiyi looked at Qi Yancao's slowly transformed golden giant fist, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

"Eat the punch!"

Qi Yancao threw his fist fiercely, and Zhiyi quickly dodged.

One step and two steps, Qi Yancao changed his fist and palm, swept and slashed, and Zhiyi jumped up to dodge.

"Good skills, but it depends on how you hide!" Qi Yancao was sweating profusely, and his whole person was also approaching the stage of spiritual power consumption.

The two have been fighting for a long time, Qi Yancao has been using Xingju, and the spiritual power consumption is too huge, and it is not easy to persist until now in the face of the perseverance of being skilled.

Zhiyi saw that the fist was about to fall on his head, and suddenly conjured a grass vine fist to take it.

"You can't do this, can't you afford to come!" Zhiyi clearly felt the lack of strength from this fist.

Qi Yancao also knew that his spiritual power was too strong, so he withdrew his fist, "Haha, don't let Lao Tzu catch his breath, otherwise you will be miserable!"

"Oh, then it's as you wish!" the corners of Zhiyi's mouth rose, and he conjured a wooden sword as he advanced, "Take the sword, I'll let you breathe!"

"Okay, it's with me!"

Although Qi Yancao was panting, he still conjured a golden sword to usher in it.

The two swords collided violently with a "clang", and the wooden sword was finally defeated by the golden sword, which was directly cut in two by the sharp blade.

Seeing that the sword was broken, Zhiyi immediately took out the rattan and changed his hand again, so he had another wooden sword in his hand.

"I can block your maximum consumption with the smallest consumption, I'll see how you can defend it!" he held a sword in one hand, and the two swords pointed directly at the golden sword.

Qi Yancao was suppressed and had no power to fight back, although the golden sword in his hand was sharp, but the spiritual power consumption was too violent, and several changes in a row consumed the spiritual power.

"Huhu...... Damn!"

His heavy breathing also represented the exhaustion of his physical and spiritual powers, and he decided to survive at all costs for the sake of this face!

Zhiyi was also pinching the seconds, he knew that Qi Yancao had reached the limit, so he waited for him to take the lead in making a request.

"You're dying, aren't you?"

"You can't do it!"

Zhiyi smiled and waved his hand again, and the grass and vines on the ground instantly spread all over the area where the two of them were standing.

"Are you still going to fight?"

Qi Yancao smiled, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, "Fight, why don't you continue!"

"Okay, then keep coming!"

Zhiyi didn't say much, and when he raised the wooden sword, he slashed it. Qi Yancao was physically and mentally exhausted, and he didn't raise his fist to fight, but just stood in place to dodge.

These two hands of double swords are constantly swinging, cross slashes, V-shaped slashes, and even continuous multiple slashes.

Qi Yancao didn't attack, just dodged vigorously, and it didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, why don't you continue, what about the energy you had just now?" Zhiyi slashed frantically, and the two swords didn't know how many times they hit Qi Yancao.

Bruises, black patches, and almost scars.

Qi Yancao was being beaten while accumulating spiritual power, and his eyes were full of murderous energy, which was terrifying.

"It's turn...... I said, it's my turn!"

Qi Yancao slammed his palm, instantly shattering the two wooden swords in Zhiyi's hand.

Zhiyi's eyes were stunned, and he looked at Qi Yancao's hand in surprise.

"You...... How!"

His hands were all golden, as if his whole arm were made of gold.

"I've always wanted to do this, Golden Walk - Golden Arhat!"

After that, he punched Zhi Yi ten meters away, but fortunately, Zhi Yi was wrapped around his body with rattan, otherwise the palm just now would have been killed or injured.

"Okay, Wang Zhiyi, you are not my opponent now!"

He was covered in gold, shining like a starry sky in the sun, and Zhiyi couldn't open his eyes.

This move is to transform all the functions of the body into metal in a short period of time, that is, to become a metal man for a short time.

"Good fellow, don't be too hangy in your business. ”

Zhiyi's lower abdomen still hurts, and the punch just now is so strong.

Qi Yancao slowly walked towards Zhiyi, constantly rubbing the metal skin with a "clang" sound.

"Wang Zhiyi, it seems that I still want to be better!"

Zhi Yi reacted suddenly, put his hands together to block, this kick was no less powerful than the punch just now, and he was kicked into a tree.

"Ahh

He let out a low sigh and felt his internal organs shatter.

"Don't be complacent!" Zhiyi covered his chest, trying his best to suppress the heart-wrenching pain.

But after a moment, he felt that the pain in his chest was no longer so sharp, and it eased a little.

"Ah!" Qi Yancao had already raised his fist at this moment.

Zhiyi hurriedly punched, and under the momentum of an instant, under the collision of the flesh body and the golden body, it was clear at first sight.

The golden fist broke through the fist of the flesh in one fell swoop, and at that moment, it seemed that the slightest sound of bones shattering could be heard.

"Ah......" But obviously it won't be like this, Zhiyi's entire arm has been shattered by the momentum of this punch, "Ah......"

"Ha, you can't do it!"

Drink ——!

Qi Yancao suddenly raised his fist and rushed over, and then he was beaten with a few heavy punches, and he lay directly on his back on the ground.

"Haha!" his evil face and raised fist made it clear that it was a murder scene.

Zhiyi was unconscious by this combo, his eyes turned white and fell, and he went down.

After that, it's the next day.

The battle between Qi Yancao and Wang Zhiyi is also known as a model, and in the evening class meeting, Qi Yancao was even praised by name.

After that, that is, the next day.

When the sun rose, it was already noon on the second day, and everyone was cultivating at the moment.

Zhiyi sat up and covered his head with an uncomfortable face, the place where he was hammered by Qi Yan Cao yesterday still hurts.

"Ah......h

He leaned on the bed and slowly walked out of the cabin.

Outside the house, there was a group of students fighting fiercely, which was no less fierce than the battle between him and Qi Yancao yesterday.

Among them is Li Yaoyao.

She stood in the distance, her hands held high, the water flowing around her waist like a coiled dragon.

And her opponent is the hot-blooded boy Bian Chen, who is at war with a classmate who cultivates the art of wind practice.

Zhiyi looked at the performance of his classmates and thought that he had actually wasted a morning of cultivation time to sleep like this, and it was not good to be touched.

He hurried to the back of the hut.

After arriving, Qi Yancao was doing push-ups alone, covered in sweat.

"You, why don't you go to fight against others?"

Zhiyi leaned against a tree and looked at him.

Qi Yancao saw that Zhiyi was coming, and quickly stood up, and then he cut his hair, "Other people are not qualified to be my opponents." ”

"Huh...... Ha, it's okay, it looks like we're mortal enemies!"

He also had a wicked face.

"That's right!"