Hua Wuxian smiled, pretending to be modest and said: "Where and where, if there is anything inappropriate in the dog exercises, please ask Lord Chen and Grandpa Ran to mention more..."

There was a smile and arrogance that could not be concealed in the words.

Grandpa Ran rarely laughed, but the laughter was worse than crying, and it was ugly - it was really hard for him to be a dead castrate...

This conversation was happy, and there was a fierce battle between Zhan Mufeng and Hua Tiecheng.

Hua Tiecheng's fist is strong, huhula, the wind is fierce, the fist is to the flesh, and the move is deadly, like a brutal and unreasonable little bully forcibly breaking into the girl's boudoir, and every move and style does not want to put the herd wind to death.

- It's a pity that Hua Tiecheng just can't fight, Zhan Mu Feng is like a slippery loach - under the iron fist of Hua Tiecheng, indulge in silky smooth...

......

Zhan Mufeng and Hua Tiecheng, you come and go, and they are very happy.

Hua Tiecheng, as the son of the city lord of Turin City, has always been lawless and arrogant, and those people in the Turin City Lord's Mansion said that they were competing with him, but they were all scared to death, who dared to really beat him hard!

Therefore, every competition, no matter how many opponents there are, is to end with a complete victory for Huatiecheng.

Over time, Hua Tiecheng really thought that he was invincible.

The contest with Zhan Mufeng was a "battle" that Hua Tiecheng had not encountered for a long time and could barely catch his moves.

Hua Tiecheng seems to have not met an "opponent" for a long time, and he is very enjoyable, and he does not forget to boast a few words in addition to making moves: "Good boy, he can go through fifty moves in front of this young master and be undefeated, there is such a powerful of this young master's family, hahahaha..."

Zhan Mufeng didn't say anything, didn't pay attention to it, and still dodged with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I've been so comfortable competing with someone, boy, count how many times you have..."

Hua Tiecheng became more and more energetic - he felt like an invincible king had finally found an opponent on a par - although this opponent was far inferior to himself - but the strange thing was that he had no power to fight back against the opponent, but he couldn't fight.

After seventy moves, Hua Tiecheng still has the absolute upper hand.

After a hundred moves, the situation is not quite right.

Under the full attack, Hua Tiecheng was already sweating profusely, although his fist strength was still strong, it was still unable to fight, and the sound of breathing was heavier than the other.

On the other hand, Zhan Mufeng still had an indifferent evil smile, not in a hurry, still blindly dodging, looking at the opportunity to fight back from time to time, one or two moves to fight back, and Hua Tiecheng grinned in pain.

"This young man's cultivation is not weak, it seems that your son may not be able to win..."Grandpa Ran smiled darkly.

Hua Wuxian also saw the decline of Hua Tiecheng, but the two masters were in front, and it was difficult to say anything, so he could only cough dryly twice to hide the bitter smile and anger in his heart.

Although the spiritual power moves of Zhan Mufeng's counterattack are bland, they may not even be considered high-grade exercises.

But it just so happens that the attack is exquisitely selected, and it is always inadvertently or not timely in Huatiecheng, and it is a heavy punch to make up for the weakness of Huatiecheng - quite a bit of steel needle piercing the leaky ship - thief cool -

After another I don't know how many moves, with a miserable scream, Hua Tiecheng was slapped out by Zhan Mufeng...

That's right, it's a slap in the face...

Hua Tiecheng was angry, and his eyes darkened: "Ah, impossible, your spiritual power is actually deeper than mine..."

Then I fainted in anger...

"It's good, don't send it..."Zhan Mufeng grinned, and a group of teenagers immediately burst into laughter and surrounded him.

"Brother Xiaofeng, you are so good, this swimming kung fu can be used in fights..."A girl named Ye Wan'er smiled.

This girl is the granddaughter picked up by Zhan Tiexin, although she is only eleven or twelve years old, she is also clear and beautiful, rude and peugeot, and is very favored and cared for by all the teenagers.

Zhan Tiexin also smiled slightly, quite pleased.

Over the years, in order not to show his feet in spiritual cultivation, he basically didn't use the previous exercises, but based on his own perception, he created some simple exercises by himself, and ordinary people couldn't tell what level of exercises they were.

Zhan Mufeng frolicked with his friends for a while, and said with a smile: "Let's see how the knife is?"

Daogua Man and Hua Tie are both in the early stage of the seventh stage of the Spirit Disciple, both of them are small old fritters, both of them are constantly tempting, and they do not have brute force like Zhan Mu Feng Hua Tiecheng.

The two sides played nearly a hundred moves, and they were still not red and out of breath, but it was - too uninteresting - two small old fritters, two small loaches - if you don't touch me, I won't touch you - they are all pointed, and they draw circles there - many teenagers in the audience have already been out of breath - they almost fell asleep...

Hua Tiedu's face seemed to be unbearable, and he waved his hand: "Stop!"

The knife melon man was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "What are you doing?

"Admit defeat, admit your mother's loss! You blindly dodge like this, when can you finish the fight like this?" Hua Tie was a little impatient.

"Haha, it's coming, it's coming..."The knife melon man smiled cheaply.

"There is a kind of fight with the master, don't always be like a shrinking turtle!" Hua Tiedu blocked the knife and melon man in one sentence.

The knife melon man smiled cheaply: "Fight against each other, I'm afraid you won't succeed, but then said well, whoever coaxed it is the turtle's son bastard..."

Hua Tiedu's face turned red, but he was not stupid, and walked steadily to the place five steps in front of the knife melon man and stopped.

I saw that Hua Tiedu's left leg moved two steps diagonally, his right leg leaned forward, his hands raised his palms into fists, and slowly moved forward, the speed was slow, but the air flow around his body was more condensed, vivid, as if he was going to be released violently.

"What kind of exercise is this, is it a secret method, how do you feel that you have to release your spiritual power, it's too terrifying..."A young man with a fifth-stage spirit disciple said stunned, his eyes were full of horror and fear.

"I can actually instantly improve my spiritual power from the seventh stage of the spirit disciple to the eighth stage of the spirit disciple, close to the ninth stage of the spirit disciple, the little overlord fist is really a top-grade exercise, it's too terrifying..."

The onlookers had seen such a formation, and they were all shocked on the spot, and there were many discussions.

"It's terrifying, I don't know if Brother Xiaodao can take over this battle..."

"The sword is the seventh stage of the spirit disciple, and this guy is now close to the ninth stage of the spirit disciple, I'm afraid it's so difficult..."

All the teenagers sweated for the knife man.

Zhan Tiexin was also secretly frightened, but he also knew that he could not do anything about this kind of competition.

Although Zhan Mufeng knew that the knife melon man had his own methods, he thought of the seventh section against the ninth paragraph, and he also sweated for him.

The knife melon man changed his previous hip-hop appearance, his face was also dignified, his left knee squatted, his eyes slightly closed, his hands twisted left and right, as if holding a watermelon knife, the airflow on his body fluctuated, and it actually rose slightly, reaching the peak of the seventh stage of the spirit disciple...

The seventh-stage peak of the spirit disciple vs. the eighth-stage peak of the spirit disciple, hard-hitting...

Hua Tiedu snorted coldly, and his fist suddenly accelerated, like a tiger descending the mountain, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, killing the knife melon man.

The knife melon man's face was solemn, and he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

With a bang, the two of them shook back at the same time.

Hua Tiedu took a step back, and the knife melon man took seventeen steps back.

The knife melon man went out of the competitive circle and lost.

Hua Tie was relieved, his whole body relaxed, and he was a little unsteady on his feet. Hua Wuxian's subordinates immediately helped him down to rest.

Zhan Mufeng sighed lightly: "Hey, it's a pity that I didn't hit it..."

After a stick of incense, the crowd gradually dispersed.

"Zhan Mufeng and Hua Tiedu, two young heroes, please come here. A school officer said with a respectful expression.

"Please drop a drop of blood on this gilded token!"

As soon as Zhan Mufeng and Hua Tie arrived at the school officer, the school official pointed to the gilt token and said.

As the bright red blood droplets of Zhan Mufeng and Hua Tiedu dripped into the gilt token, the gilt token actually emitted bursts of dazzling light, and the light lasted for a while, and then it returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened.

Casually, Zhan Mufeng and Hua Tie each received a gilt token.

Even the school officer's eyes couldn't help but show envy, and after a few words of advice to the two, he stopped talking.

Only Hua was unharmed, and in his eyes, although he tried his best to hide it, he still showed indescribable anger and unwillingness.

"Good brother, although you are defeated, it doesn't matter if you are a little thing..."

A young man who is not tall and has a strong spirit holds the hand of the knife melon man, this young man is nicknamed Hua Mao, and he is also a good cultivator of the sixth stage of the spirit disciple.

All the teenagers also comforted the knife melon man with a gossip.

"Well, brothers, don't worry, I'm fine..."Seeing that his brothers cared so much about him, the depression that didn't come out of the mysterious blow just now was swept away, and his mood was much better.

"Hmph, your brothers are relieved, it seems that I am worried in vain..."

Ye Wan'er pouted, crossed her hands, and looked angry, very unconvinced that the knife melon man didn't bring her with her.

As the only girl in this group of teenagers, Ye Wan'er often enjoys this kind of noble treatment that is ignored silently...

The knife melon man was happy in his heart, and pretended to be in pain: "Hey, hey, my chest, it seems that the bones have been broken..."

Ye Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and quickly helped her over, as soon as the knife and melon man fell, she was about to fall into Wan'er's arms, Ye Wan'er fought with them every day, and immediately understood what was going on, took a sip, her pretty face turned red, and she kicked at the knife and melon man, shook her hand and ran away...

Zhan Tiexin smiled: "The results are not bad, let's withdraw too." ”

"This gilded token is really good, it can be worth a lot of spirit pills..."

"I guess this thing can't be exchanged for the Spirit Pill, otherwise, the True Martial Spirit Sect would have become a powerful academy a long time ago, how can we have anything to do..."

"It's just..."

A large group of boys and girls surrounded Zhan Tiexin, commented on the gilt token, and left with a smile.

......

The other side.

Inside the compound of the Mansion of the Lord of Turin.

Hua Wuxian was angry, the tiger roared, and a punch was struck, and a big tree that could only be hugged by several people a hundred steps away was blown into two pieces by its angry spiritual power, and the leaves and sawdust flew in all directions.