Juying Pavilion, martial arts arena.

The audience held their breath and stared, holding their sour eyelids and reluctant to blink.

The two broad-chested and broad-backed figures were entangled in the ring, and the sound of fists to the flesh was continuous, and there was almost no gap.

The Nine Tricks Boxer, who was as strong as an ox, blocked horizontally and vertically, and his hands could block the fierce attack like a storm, but his feet retreated again and again.

"Come!"

Shi Guang shouted violently when he heard this, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but lowered his waist and returned his arms, and nodded at the opponent.

The Nine Tricks Boxer understood the meaning, bent his knees and swung into the boxing rack, throwing his fist with all his might.

The fist collides with the fist and the touch is split.

Shi Guangwen's fist was like the pile hammer of a pile driver, rushing out with a thousand momentum, knocking the nine-trick boxer whose arm was already obviously swollen from the ring.

The nine-trick boxer tightened his abdomen and kicked, flipped backflips, and landed steadily under the stage, he shook his sore, numb and sore arms, and saluted towards the ring, saying his admiration.

In this competition, he lost convincingly.

"Concession." Shi Guangwen returned the salute and turned his head to look at the six martial cultivators who had not yet stepped into the ring.

Witnessing Shi Guangwen's consecutive victories and easily defeating the ten top Enlightenment Stage Boxers, the six martial cultivators who were originally eager to try were already disheartened.

Everyone is their own protagonist, who would be willing to be a foil for others?

Knowing that he is not an opponent, why do he have to make a fool of himself on stage?

The remaining six martial cultivators looked at each other, and as soon as they put down the idea of ascending, they were aroused by Shi Guangwen's bland statement and war intent.

"Guys, let's get on it together, weapon fight."

Shi Guangwen did not get off the stage to rest as before, but stood in the center of the ring, waiting for the enemy to be defeated.

It has been six years since the opening of the Nine Apertures, and he has been polishing for fourteen springs, summers, autumns and winters during the opening period, and the Eight Forms and Eight Extremes have been practiced to the extreme, and a single Nine Apertures cannot cause him pressure at all.

In order to break through the bottleneck, he needs pressure, one is not enough, then six together!

"Senior brother!" Shi Shan suddenly changed color, and shouted to the stage, he knew that Shi Guangwen was good at group battles, but quantitative changes produced qualitative changes, and one enemy two and one enemy six were completely different.

Before Shi Shan's persuasion, Shi Guangwen laughed loudly: "Winning is dull, it's better to lose vigorously, come!" ”

With more bullying less, winning is not glorious, but it is better than losing without a fight, the six martial cultivators no longer hesitated, and each of them lifted their usual weapons and walked into the ring, each occupying a 60-degree angle fan, just surrounding a circle, surrounding Shi Guangwen in the center of the circle.

Seeing that a dragon battle was about to begin, hundreds of people inside and outside the martial arts arena stared intently at the ring, and no one noticed that the closed disciples of the Qiu Pavilion Master were going and returning.

Jiang Mubai walked into the hall with a heavy bag and went straight to the inner door behind the practice room.

In the thatched hut, Master Qiu Yangsheng put down his broom rarely, held a long sword, stood in front of the stove, and looked at the pot of boiling and bubbling black and red soup on the stove and muttered to himself.

Jiang Mubai put down the cloth bag, bowed down and said, "Master, the disciple has come to return the strange things of the Western Regions handed down by the ancestors." ”

Qiu Yangsheng took the human skin mask and glanced at it, and threw it back casually: "He said that this thing is related to you, keep it." ”

Jiang Mubai was stunned, the "he" in the master's mouth must be the ancestor, but since he started, he had never seen the ancestor, and he had never heard the master and the two senior brothers mention the deeds of the ancestor.

Suddenly, Jiang Mubai thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but cast his inquiring gaze on the unpretentious long sword in Qiu Yangsheng's hand.

"How?"

Qiu Yangsheng asked abruptly, Jiang Mubai pondered for a moment, and replied respectfully: "The lair of the Blood Knife Gang has been overturned. ”

"Well, that's good." Qiu Yangsheng stroked his beard and nodded, "Since the killing intent is exhausted, then let's stop and meditate." ”

"Yes." Jiang Mubai bowed slightly, and his promise was not decisive.

Qiu Yangsheng saw his hesitation, and persuaded in a deep voice: "The difference between the realms is better than the heavens, even if you are talented, it is in vain." ”

The implication is that no matter how exquisite Jiang Mubai's swordsmanship is and how superb his combat instincts are, it is impossible to challenge the rotten top gan of the quenching master.

Jiang Mubai sighed slightly, put away the human skin mask and said, "Disciple understands. ”

At this time, a long howl came out of the martial arts arena, and the breath was long like a dragon's roar, like an initiation, which washed away the slight depression in Jiang Mubai's heart.

"Senior Brother Shi broke through?" Jiang Mubai looked back at the door, his gaze went straight through the four doors, and landed in the crowded martial arts arena.

"The martial arts road has been bumpy and has six levels, and Guangwen has finally passed the second level." Qiu Yangsheng nodded with a smile, and his old heart was very relieved.

After the howling subsided, the crowd in front of the martial arts arena retreated, and Shi Guangwen ran wildly all the way, stepping on broken cloth shoes, stepping on green bricks, and rushing into the back door of the practice room in an instant.

Just looking at the speed and strength of his rushing from the martial arts arena to the inner gate, it has far exceeded the limit of martial arts cultivation in the enlightenment period, and Shi Guangwen has just stepped into the second realm.

It can be seen that the difference between the realms is really better than the moat.

"Master!" Shi Guangwen's eyes were full of red silk, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, his sweat was like rain, and the fog on his head rose, as if he was enduring great pain.

Qiu Yangsheng grabbed the iron pot boiling soup on the stove with one hand, his fingers pressed against the wall of the pot at an extremely high temperature, but his skin was intact.

Hearing the tooth-sore creak of boiling water melting ice, Jiang Mubai had a new understanding of the power of the Third Realm cultivator.

The temperature on the outer wall of the red-hot iron pot was extremely high, and a large amount of heat was transferred after contact with Qiu Yangsheng's fingers, but it could not cause any damage, which showed that such heat was not enough to affect his skin.

What does this mean?

Ordinary people can extinguish a match with their hands, but it is impossible to extinguish a fire torch with their hands, not because the temperature when the match is burned is too low, but because the match is too small, and the heat released can only affect a small part of the skin after being absorbed by the human body, which is not enough to constitute injury.

And Qiu Yangsheng can pick up a red-hot iron pot like an ordinary person picking up a warm kettle, which shows that the heat carried by the wall of the pot is insignificant to him.

Jiang Mubai's thinking continued to diverge, and as soon as he thought of the way that temperature was a description of the average kinetic energy of a bunch of particles, he was shocked by the sudden change in front of him, and his brain went blank.

Shi Guangwen stripped off in front of his master and junior brother, and then his chest was high and his muscles were knotted.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound of his heart beating was like a drum, which shook Jiang Mubai's eardrum with a faint pain, and what made him even more unbelievable was that Shi Guangwen's muscles were like compressed biscuits soaked in water, expanding and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Luck!"

Qiu Yangsheng stopped drinking in a deep voice, Shi Guangwen endured the severe pain and sat down cross-legged, running the big and small Zhou Tian Tuna method taught by the master.

With a bang, the boiling soup poured down on his head, Shi Guangwen roared wildly, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the exposed skin around him was red like blood, and Jiang Mubai's scalp was numb.

(PS: As mentioned earlier, the practice room is facing the martial arts arena, past the door of the thatched hut, the back door and the front door of the practice room, plus the gate of the martial arts arena, a total of four doors, Jiang Mubai has eagle vision, and even the hair on his face can be seen clearly from this distance)