I'm so sleepy, I'm sleepy, I haven't even written a chapter, so I'll post an old chapter first, and I'll change it before 12:20, and in addition, the second chapter is also repeated, and I guess it won't be revised until tomorrow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's really not good, I feel so sorry for the big guy who reads, I've adjusted it in the last two days and tried not to do it.

The elders in charge were obviously losing more and more interest in the competition in the ring, and they were too lazy to look at each other when rookies pecked each other like this. Feng Yushan didn't care how many disciples the Spirit Dao Sect would win in the end, his purpose was not here, the reason why he put on an angry appearance was because he wanted people to feel his indignation.

The two people in the ring had already exchanged hands, and Fang Chi, who was carrying the blue gray turtle shell on his back, suddenly pounced forward, his hands and feet were retracted into the shell, and then his head was also retracted. A strong shock wave suddenly spread out from under him, and the moment Fang Chi shook, his body spun violently like a spinning top, and crashed into Zhong Liang with a howling wind.

Zhong Liang raised his eyebrows, swept back a few feet on tiptoe, stretched his right arm forward, and the sparrows composed of flour flew out of his palms one after another, about five.

Just a bird that is not the size of a palm can block the violent impact of Fang Chi, and everyone thinks it is a fool's dream, but Zhong Liang did it.

The disciples of the Spirit Dao Sect did not know what to do, and the faces of the disciples of the Fish Dragon Sect were full of arrogance. Obviously, Zhong Liang's status in the Ichthyosaurus faction is definitely not low, and they have an almost blind confidence in Zhong Liang's strength.

The sparrow and Fang Chi soon met together, and just as the five birds that hit the stone with eggs were about to be crushed by the wind, Zhong Liang took out two iron pellets from the small cloth bag hanging from his waist and shot them out with his fingers.

It only took two breaths for Iron Pill to catch up with the sparrow, and with a "ding" sound, Iron Pill collided, bursting out a little spark and landing on a sparrow's body.

With a "boom", the sparrow exploded, and the fire burning in the air instantly engulfed the other four sparrows, and another deafening explosion sounded one after another, Fang Chi was engulfed by the terrifying fire, and no one knew his life or death.

Su Xiaoqi's eyes were full of weirdness, and he still understood the principle of Zhong Liang's spiritual technique. When the combustible dust is suspended in the air at an appropriate concentration, and there is sufficient air and oxidant, and finally there is an ignition source or strong vibration and friction, an explosion can occur, which is generally called a dust explosion.

He had the opportunity to discover science in a different world that only talked about cultivation, and he had always thought that there were only many philosophers who believed in Billy Harrington in this world.

The flames were still churning violently, Zhong Liang's hands were stretched forward, and about thirty sparrows composed of flour flew into the sea of fire, and the explosions were heard one after another, and people's eardrums swelled, as if they would be broken at any time.

The high temperature curled up the bamboo leaves, and the birds that fell in the bamboo forest avoided them because of the sound of the battle before, and now the air was almost burning, and they no longer dared to stay in the forest, and flew away with a scream.

"Zhong Liang is the strongest disciple of the Ichthyosaurus Sect. The middle-aged woman stretched out rarely, her eyes full of pride.

"Yang Fu" touched his bald head, smiled kindly and asked, "He is your apprentice?"

Who knew that the middle-aged woman's face turned blue, and she said murderously: "He is my lover!"

"Yang Fu" bulged his eyes outward, immediately closed his teeth, turned his face to the ring, and didn't dare to look at the middle-aged woman again.

But the middle-aged woman didn't plan to let him go, her eyes flashing with raging fire stared at "Yang Fu" for a moment, and "Yang Fu" could only look at the nose, nose, mouth, and heart, turning into a clay figure.

In the ring, Zhong Liang finally stopped releasing sparrows, he was confident that Fang Chi would never be able to stay alive, and the disciples of the Fish and Dragon Sect who came with him would inevitably be seriously injured if they did not die from this wave of attacks, not to mention Fang Chi, who had a weak cultivation?

I'm afraid it would have been reduced to ashes in the fire.

However, just as Zhong Liang was about to step out of the ring, the undulating sea of fire seemed to be stirring with a Dinghai Divine Needle, and a terrifying fire wheel appeared in the air.

Zhong Liang's face couldn't help but change, Fang Chi's attack was several times stronger than before, not only did the fire not burn him, but allowed him to borrow it to cast a more violent attack.

"This kid really has a bit of a doorway. Zhong Liang calmed down, his hands formed a strange trick in front of him, his abdomen was deflated, his chest was bulging, and a sticky batter spurted out of his mouth.

Since he can start a fire, he can naturally put out the fire. More importantly, the viscous batter can make Fang Chi's attack sluggish, and speed, attack, and intelligence will all become the key to determining victory or defeat.

The fire "snorted", a large amount of steam rose into the sky, and in a maximum of ten breaths, the fire was all extinguished, and Fang Chi was also pulled down from the air by the batter, his feet stepped on the sticky ground, and every step was extremely laborious.

Zhong Liang's eyes had a cold light in his eyes, no matter how strong the turtle shell was, as long as it was constantly attacked, it would be shattered sooner or later, with his Void Eight Fold strength, would he still lose to Fang Chi, who was far behind him in cultivation?

The batter engulfed the ring like a parasite, and the soles of Zhong Liang's feet were covered with a layer of dry flour, moving at the same speed as if they were on the ground.

In this way, he walked around Fang Chi a few feet away, constantly releasing sparrows to Fang Chi and then detonating them.

Su Xiaoqi's eyes flickered a few times, Zhong Liang's cultivation was still in the Void Realm, and he reached the illusion entity of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and the slurry surface was really different from many spirits.

Fang Chi was like a beast trapped in prison, roaring and pounced, but before he touched Zhong Liang's clothes, Zhong Liang stepped lightly with both feet and flashed a few feet away.

The blue-gray turtle shell gradually cracked, and seeing that Zhong Liang was about to win in this light way, Fang Chi suddenly made an unexpected move.

He actually fell to the ground on his back, the oval turtle shell dripping in the batter, and he actually quickly chased in front of Zhong Liang, who was caught off guard, with this strange movement.

The gray claws grabbed Zhong Liang's body twice as fast as electricity, and the soul clothes were like paper paste, and they were easily scratched through. If it weren't for Zhong Liang's timely retreat, his stomach would have been torn open, however, even so, there were still a few bloody cuts in his abdomen.

It hurts to drill the heart.

Zhong Liang's opinion of Fang Chi changed again, and the middle-aged woman's eyes were also full of worry, she was really hard to rest assured of her little lover.

On the other side, Fang Chi was spinning like a spinning top, Zhong Liang's sparrows flew in, and he easily dodged them, his speed was several times faster than using his legs, Zhong Liang even found a terrible thing, his eyes could not lock Fang Chi's location.

Fang Chi's movements were not only fast, but also erratic, making people not know where he would come from or where he would retreat, and after a while, Zhong Liang's body was covered with several wounds.