At this time, a trace of white gas began to emerge from Qin Hu's palm.

On the fingers, layers of ice are formed, like ice cliffs in winter.

Like an open refrigerator, the cold air spreads rapidly to all sides.

A cold that penetrated through the bone marrow passed through his arm and spread to Ling Tian's dantian.

The Demon Snake likes cold, and the Blood Demon Tiger likes heat.

With a greedy snake like the Xuan Demon Snake, even if you have a cold abyss, it won't be enough for it to eat.

Ling Tian absorbed the cold qi from Qin Hu's palm to the fullest, and he didn't have a chance to use it.

It's just that.

At this time, Qin Hu's brows were tightly locked, and he was worried.

"What kind of skill does this kid Ling Tian use?"

"I have a sixth-layer Xuan Ming Gong, and I can't take him?"

What to do?

Qin Hu gritted his teeth, ruthlessly relented, and transferred the Xuan Ming Gong to the ninth layer.

The nine-layer Xuanming Skill was already Qin Hu's limit.

Qin Hu has cultivated to the sixth rank of the warrior, which is considered a genius among the ancient martial arts boys.

No. 1 Middle School is known as having ten cultivation geniuses, and Qin Hu is one of them.

Therefore, Qin Hu firmly believed that the Nine-Layer Xuanming Palm would definitely be able to take down Ling Tian.

Moreover, the Nine-Layer Xuan Ming Gong would cause Ling Tian's arm to freeze and rot, and the flesh and blood would be stripped away, leaving only white bones.

For a student, this trick is indeed a bit insidious and a little cruel.

However, for the sake of his reputation and face, Qin Hu couldn't care so much.

Brush!

Qin Hu's forearm was instantly covered with a layer of white frost.

It's cold.

The onlookers could see that the white cold air spread from their arms to the surroundings.

Quiescence!

Silence!

In the restaurant, hundreds of people gathered on the third floor inside and three floors outside, but no one spoke, except for the sound of breathing, and the drop of needles could be heard.

Everyone's eyes were straight and focused on the palms of the two people.

At this moment, on Qin Hu's forehead, beads of sweat were in rows.

Huang Ying and Zhou Shaolong exchanged glances again.

The two of them are both cultivation geniuses and well-informed.

I often participate in competitions between families, and I have seen many masters, underground boxing champions, and even immortal cultivators supported by the family's wealthy families, they have seen it.

However, Ling Tian's performance was far beyond their cognition.

Because, in their opinion, Ling Tian's expression was calm, and he didn't have the slightest sense of urgency in the competition.

In the tournament they had seen, after the two sides went to war, they went all out and did everything they could.

Ling Tian, on the other hand, was calm and calm, and his eyes were always indifferent.

It was as if he was not facing a cultivation genius, but the leisurely pace of observing an ant climbing a tree.

And, on the contrary to Ling Tian, Qin Hu had to be angry and his eyes were round.

Obviously, he was doing his best, very urgently, to take down Ling Tian.

This looseness and tightness are completely two situations and two realms.

At this moment, Qin Hu couldn't help but use all the skills of the ten layers.

He himself felt the bone-chilling cold, and his entire arm had turned into a strip of ice.

However, it seemed that Ling Tian was still calm, not taking his powerful internal breath to heart at all, just looking at himself quietly.

In the next second, Qin Hu felt a little uneasy.

He saw that the corners of Ling Tian's mouth flashed with a playful sneer.

The sneer, gloomy, cold, miserable.

It makes him shiver!

"Not good!"

Qin Hu's heart let out a miserable wail.

However, it was too late.

A surging wave of heat rushed from Ling Tian's palm.

Laugh at!!!

One cold and one hot, two internal breaths, touch each other in the palm of the hand.

Stirring up waves of force, Qin Hu felt it, and pushed out a mountain of internal breath from Ling Tian's palm.

He simply couldn't resist.

In the next moment, a flash of fear swept away in his eyes, like a tsunami.

Go to pieces!

The speed of the heat wave, visible to the inner eye, melted the cold on the arm.

Brush!

Qin Hu's forearm began to fester, melting, and flourishing......

But in a second.

In the calm hall, an inexplicable wind rose.

Qin Hu's arm turned into a blood mist and floated in the air.

When everyone looked at it again, Qin Hu's arm was gone.

Only a white bone remains.

It's extremely infiltrating and chilling.

At this moment, Qin Hu was shocked: "How can this homeless child have such a powerful and amazing internal breath!"

However.

The shock that Ling Tian brought him was just the beginning.

Ling Tian's internal breath did not stop, and he sent out another internal force.

It was pushing on Qin Hu's chest.

"Boom!"

This internal force is like a volley in the air, with great force and traces.

Suddenly, Qin Hu's chest was stuffy, and his eyes were dark.

Bang!

The body received an invisible thump, and flew straight backwards.

The speed at which the body soars in the air completely exceeds the speed of sound.

There was a whoosh, and the onlookers hadn't reacted yet.

Qin Hu's body had fallen heavily against the wall.

Bang.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering echoed through the hall.

Poof-A blood line in Qin Hu's mouth drew a bright rainbow in the air.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, his face was pale, he was curled up in the corner, and he couldn't stand up at all.

What the?

Qin Hu - defeated!

Everyone, dumbfounded.

One by one, with their mouths wide open, they can fit a duck egg.

People's eyes seemed to be frozen, and no one believed that the majestic Qin Hu would be defeated by Ling Tian's hands.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

People looked at this scene in front of them and still didn't believe it.

And what's even more terrifying is that.

Qin Hu held his arm high, like a mechanical hand, without a trace of flesh and blood.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

In particular, Zhou Shaolong, who had looked down on Ling Tian just now, was even more dissipated at this moment, like falling into a fog.

And Huang Ying lost no time in saying to him: "Why, I said, a girl's intuition is more accurate than anything else." ”

"Shaolong, have you become interested in Ling Tian?"

Zhou Shaolong's face was cold and he stopped talking.

This rhythm is completely a slap in the face.

At this time, Qin Hu, like a fool, leaned against the root of the wall.

"Defeated, completely defeated!"

"Ling Tian, what kind of demon method are you using?"

He couldn't accept it at all, he was originally a golden, handsome, and powerful young master.

The little fan girls revolve around him every day, but right now, they are completely disabled by Ling Tian.

stripped off his arrogant capital and knocked off his proud momentum.

Since then, in the eyes of others, he is just an ordinary person, and he can no longer flirt with his sister.

"Ling Tian, tell me, what kind of exercises are you using?"

"Otherwise, I'm not convinced!"

Ling Tian said indifferently: "Fu Turtle Divine Skill." ”

Ling Tian deliberately teased him.

Ling Tiancai is not uncommon for him to be convinced, what is Qin Hu, whether he is convinced or not, is there any point?

"Can you teach me?" Unexpectedly, Qin Hu believed it, "I can worship you as a teacher!"

However, Ling Tian sneered: "Is it up to you, worship me, you don't deserve it!"