People who practice martial arts or friends who have actual combat experience should know that the description of martial arts that can fight for days and nights at every turn, flying in the sky and on the ground is nonsense.

Unlike sports competitions such as boxing and fighting, under normal circumstances, two people can decide the winner in about five or six minutes. If the time drags on, not to mention the strength of the moves, the physical fitness will not be able to keep up at all.

said that it was too late, and in the blink of an eye, Hou Jian and Zhao Zicheng in the ring fought for five minutes, and the two went back and forth with each other.

Zhao Zicheng received a slap on his face, half of his face was swollen, and Hou Jian did not retreat with his whole body, he was punched in the stomach and staggered. Although the two of them did not win or lose, they were both tired and out of breath.

Seeing Hou Jian lunge forward, it seemed that he was about to attack, but his figure shook suddenly in the forward rush, and a palm-sized black mist secretly fell from his back waist.

Before the black mist fell to the ground, it trembled and galloped towards Zhao Zicheng.

I saw clearly from the audience, and I saw that although this black fog was wrapped in evil qi, it was not a common spirit, but it gave me the feeling that it was more like a ghost I had encountered in the sleepless town before.

It's just that the volume of this black mist is too small, and it is not humanoid at all, which makes me a little surprised for a while, and I don't know what it is.

Zhao Zicheng sneered, and shouted in his mouth, and instantly shrank his neck and hid his head, avoiding the attack of the black mist.

Although the speed of this black fog is fast, but the reaction ability is not good, it seems that he can't stop the car under a rush, and he just wanted to turn around, but was caught by Zhao Zicheng with one hand.

I saw Zhao Zicheng grasp the palm of the black mist, I don't know when it had steamed up a puff of yellow smoke, like steam steaming, scorching.

The black mist that he held in his hand was like encountering a nemesis, and it shook violently, and the black condensed form became lighter and lighter, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The yellow smoke on Zhao Zicheng's palm was also a chill, and then disappeared together......

I was at a loss and asked the blind man what the black fog and the yellow smoke were?

Zhuang Blind pinched the beard that was not short or long under his chin, and said that it was all a small skill of carving insects, and this black mist was just a spirit that had been subjected to ecstasy, and the yellow smoke was realgar that had been ground into fine powder.

The blind man told me that the art of repelling spirits is orthodox in the monastic path, and it is generally divided into three situations.

One is that they are born with spirits, which are also called "natal spirits", which are often common in people who are born with special constitutions, such as his spirit bat.

The second is the magic weapon of the soul, the spirit is conceived in the magic weapon, through the constant induction and communication with the master, from the consciousness gradually into the spirit form, after the strong can act independently, and finally it is even possible to turn into an entity, walking in broad daylight.

The last type is called the selection of the body, in which the spirit chooses its own master and then resides in it. As the saying goes, "a good bird chooses a tree to perch on", and the same is true for spirits.

However, if the spirit is too powerful and is an evil spirit, the host is in danger of being devoured.

In addition to cause and effect, the number of fate, often need the guidance of famous teachers, systematic learning, comprehension of the essence of the method can be achieved, not the ordinary rivers and lakes can be mastered.

Can the left side door be psychic? The answer is yes.

However, this so-called psychic does not enter the stream, because of the lack of systematic methods and methods to assist, the folk art of controlling spirits is often the spirit of chaos.

Common ones are: the spirit of things, the spirit of the wild evil, the lonely ghost, the remnant of the leyline, and so on.

The reason why it is called a muddy nightmare is because the mana of these spirits themselves is not strong, and they have no brains, it is not so much a royal spirit as a coaxing and confusing, which is the case with Hou Jian's black mist spirit.

Looking at bluffing, it can also have an impact on the human body, but its practical general agarwood, realgar powder, and even the old bronze mirror can be restrained, and the power is limited.

Of course, although these nightmare spirits can be used directly to attack and frighten people, they can also be used for themselves. Like the folk legend of what fox fairy upper body, passing through the hall and walking in the yin, ghost house looking for people, etc., are all used in this technique.

There are also those that use the Bad Spirit on animals to achieve the caster's purpose, and so on.

Zhao Zicheng in the ring extinguished the spirit black mist, and was attacked by Hou Jian before he had time to be proud. Taking advantage of the gap between him and the black mist, Hou Jian rushed forward suddenly, kicking Zhao Zicheng with a small kick.

Zhao Zicheng was defenseless, this kick was strong, and his body kicked backwards. Hou Jian was unforgiving, his fists rushed out, and he attacked Zhao Zicheng's face.

Zhao Zicheng retreated in defeat, and in the blink of an eye, he was hit by a punch on the bridge of his nose, and he fell to the ground with a scream. Hou Jian refused to give up, and kicked him in the stomach, and the painful Zhao Zicheng rolled over, and his two arms were cut by the opponent.

Zhao Zicheng, who was pressed in the ring, struggled to resist, but his arms were tied in vain. Blood flowed from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and the disciples in the audience were anxious, and they were about to rush up.

Hou Jian was old and spicy, and he grabbed Zhao Zicheng's throat with a "snap" with a free hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Don't move, whoever dares to come up will kill him!" ”

When he shouted, several people in the audience were immediately stunned and did not dare to move.

Hou Jian stared at Zhao Zicheng who was pressed into the ring by himself with a smile.

"Brother Zhao, are you convinced?"

"I'm going to brew! Turtle grandson! Letter Ball! ”

Zhao Zicheng scolded.

Hou Jian pinched the fingers of his throat hard, and Zhao Zicheng, who was pinched when he landed, had some difficulty breathing, and his face was suffocated into a pig's liver color.

As time passed by second by second, Zhao Zicheng finally couldn't hold on, and his voice was soft.

"Dude, I'm ...... Wear...... Took ......"

Hou Jian smiled treacherously.

"What you said, doesn't it count?"

"Count! I...... I quit southern Henan and lost ...... Reimbursement of drug costs ......"

Zhao Zicheng gritted his teeth.

Hou Jian withdrew his hand with satisfaction, retreated in shape, and threw his fist at the audience, saying that the lay people laughed, and please give me a testimony.

Several disciples of Zhao Zicheng climbed up and helped him out of the ring with difficulty. Several Taishan disciples dressed in gray robes also took the stage, tidied up the red carpet, and wiped the bloodstains.

Bai Quchi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, shook the white fan in his hand, his expression on his face was blurred, he couldn't see joy and anger, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

As soon as the battle ended, a few more figures jumped into the ring. There were five of them, all of them with large shoulders and round waists, with fleshy faces, and they looked fierce and vicious, and they were dressed in regular clothes.

The first person, fifty years old, hugged his fist and said that his surname Gu was from Xichuan Shude Hall, and today he pulled down an old face and stepped into the ring in order to seek justice for his second daughter, and named the object of the fight was the Changshengtang who was also the boundary of Xichuan.