Fist Wind Hunting!

Fan Huangjia didn't know what kind of footwork he performed, and in an instant, he threw a punch at his opponent!

The battle between cultivators has never been like the peak of the Forbidden City, the high and high of the flying immortals outside the sky, or when the real great cultivators duel, they may really reveal a spectacle that shocks the soul, but it is a pity that they are only entry-level minor monks, and they are still 108,000 miles away from the realm of the mountain and the earth cracking in the snap of a finger. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, Fan Huangjia's punch did not seem to have a trace of immortal temperament, but more of a burst of power.

Liu Chonghu did not dodge sideways in a panic, nor did he rush forward with a violent explosion, but squatted slightly, and the icicle in his hand stabbed straight and smoothly into Fan Huangjia's chest.

The position of the heart, the look is as if a sniper has put the enemy's heart into the crosshairs.

Fan Huangjia suddenly gave birth to an alarm, and quickly took a sideways step away from this thorn, and also made his own charged blow disappear invisibly.

"Thorns. ”

This word was spit out after Liu Chonghu stabbed it, which corresponds to the word "hit" of Fan Huangjia, but the difference is that Fan Huangjia's blow is a form of martial arts he has learned, and Liu Chonghu's thorn only shows that his action is a thorn, and there is nothing else.

The reason why he has to say the word "thorn" is to fight neatly, he is a scholar and always pays attention to the battle of words.

Fan Huangjia missed the blow but there was no surprise, but he was a little more relaxed, because he found that this opponent did not have a deep foundation in martial arts, if a person who practiced martial arts greeted him with a punch, he would not use this similar way of "encircling Wei to save Zhao".

Of course, cultivators don't need to practice martial arts, but that is after practicing the Dao Method, and the Dao Law is what they have to learn when they worship the Northern Sect, so at least at this time, martial arts are still important.

Liu Chonghu had no intention of taking the initiative to attack, he was injured, so passively resisting and waiting for the opportunity to move was the best way he thought, and when Fan Huangjia's next arm swept over, he had to retreat, and while retreating, the icicle in his hand suddenly passed through his clothes in a wonderful posture and stabbed Fan Huangjia's neck.

The cold is pressing, this is not the cold of ordinary ice cubes, but the invasion of vitality, Fan Huangjia didn't dare to be careless and could only avoid it slightly sideways, and then he took a breath and began to launch a fierce attack around Liu Chonghu!

Liu Chonghu had no choice but to wave the icicles into flowers to resist, and for a while, the sound of fists hitting each other was endless.

The vitality surged into a circle, with the center of the attack and defense of the two of them, spreading out in all directions, and such a similar ring at the same time was not uncommon in this wilderness.

Yuan Lai and Xie Caiwei walked out of the mountain forest and re-ascended to the top of the small hill, from which they could see the two fighting fiercely in the wilderness.

"That seems to be the young master of the Fan family in southern Sichuan. Xie Caiwei pointed to a small golden figure in the wilderness that was constantly moving.

Yuan Lai's eyes widened, and he raised his eyes to look, he had not yet formed a divine sense under the cultivation of a realm, but his naked eye was no longer comparable to ordinary people, he looked at it for a while and said: "The other is Liu Chonghu, the third place in the preliminary examination." ”

"He's also from Shencheng, and you're a fellow villager?"

"yes, he's a real genius. Yuan Lai smiled, and then said, "Okay, don't look at them, come and see me." ”

They had just gone around the mountain, and finally found the strange tree they had seen last night, and in Xie Caiwei's puzzled eyes, Yuan Lai broke off six or seven leaves in one go, each leaf was the size of a person, and Yuan Lai took great difficulty to roll it up. They cut down a few more green bamboos and pliable wicker vines, which were now piled up beside them.

Yuan Lai began to repair these things, he drew one strange figure after another on the ground, and muttered something in his mouth while writing strange symbols on the ground, his expression was focused, as if he was calculating something, but Xie Caiwei couldn't see what that strange symbol was.

Yuan Lai was calculating length, geometry, and applying some physics formulas, except for Arabic numerals, which were the letters of the British, Xie Caiwei certainly couldn't understand it, and she didn't need to understand it.

The bamboos were cut off, the vines were used as ropes, and the strange big leaves were flattened on the ground, Yuan Lai worked very seriously, so the speed was also extremely fast, and the small wooden knife wrapped in vitality was extremely sharp, which made his work much easier.

When the artifact in his hand finally showed its shape, Xie Caiwei looked at him in surprise and asked, "What is this......?" Kites?"

"Sort of, but I'm more used to calling it a glider. Yuan Lai smiled and explained.

Of course, this is very different from a real glider, it has no alloy skeleton, no strong paraplane, and no engine, but it can be used for gliding, and that is enough.

The wilderness was only a few hundred meters in circumference, and Yuan Lai believed that his craft was enough to succeed.

"So, you're going to fly over with this?!" Xie Caiwei cleverly pointed to the truth.

"Wrong!" Yuan Lai shook his head, inhaled and tied the big leaves firmly, then turned his head and smiled: "It's us, we're going to use this...... Fly over!"

Fly over, this is Yuan Lai's idea, if the road on the ground has been blocked, then he thinks maybe he can leap from the sky.

"We? I've decided to give up the test!"

"You also said that you would give me a ride, this is the last one! Besides, when you get there, you will say that you will not be able to enter soon, can they still snatch you in?"

"But ......"

"Come with me, over, okay?" Yuan Lai stared at her, her gaze suddenly unable to refuse.

Xie Caiwei sighed, nodded and said, "This kite...... Okay?"

"It's not a big problem. Yuan Lai said this heart-wrenching answer in a relaxed tone, and Xie Caiwei suddenly felt that this guy was purely trying to pull himself on his back, and he had to find someone to die with.

"So, go now?" she asked.

"No, wait, there's still enough time, let's see them fight for a while. Yuan Lai pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said, "If you're bored, let's talk." ”

This phrase is familiar.

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk...... Hey, which sect do you plan to go to in the future? Yuan Lai asked casually.

The mountain breeze was blowing, Xie Caiwei also relaxed, she thought about it, and said: "I really haven't thought about it, there are so many sects on the mainland, I want to find a good one." ”

"Hmm, how about Taihu Lake, I have friends right there. ”

"I actually want to find a small sect, quiet, the kind without strife. Xie Caiwei said slowly with her eyes drifting away.

Yuan Lai shook his head and said: "The small sect is like a miscellaneous fish in the sea, and the Northern Sect is like a white shark, the miscellaneous fish may be swallowed by the white shark if they are not careful, where will there be no disputes?"

He suddenly thought of Yun Zong, that damn sect, remembered Chen Qingzi's letter, and suddenly realized that he almost had to forget about it.

Xie Caiwei smiled when she heard this, and said sadly: "Yes, where can the small sect avoid disputes, I have read so many books, there are history books of previous dynasties, and there are also history books of the cultivation world, the change of dynasty is still slow, the birth and death of the cultivation sect is much faster than the former, how many sects have cut off the inheritance in the past few decades? Qinghai Sect, Zhong Yinfeng, Dachan Temple, Yun Sect ......?"

"You said Yun Zong?" Yuan Lai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You know?" Xie Caiwei was a little curious, and then sighed: "I heard that this sect has been inherited for hundreds of years, and it was there before the founding of the Great Apocalypse, but it is a pity that the more the inheritance of the family business, the smaller it becomes, and about twenty years ago, it somehow angered the Northern Sect and was erased in one fell swoop......"

Yuan Lai raised his head abruptly and asked, "You said it angered the Northern Sect?!"

"Yes, it was written in the book that the Yun Sect was erased by a Great Elder of the Northern Sect about twenty years ago, what's wrong?" Xie Caiwei asked.

In her eyes, the brilliance on the face of the young man next to her suddenly faded, as if she had heard something unhappy.

(The nest is not happy...... ）