After the flames in the sky dissipated, the scene on the martial arts arena was revealed, and the ground paved with diamond rock turned scorched black, this is a floor that is said to be destroyed by a full blow from the Xuan Realm! Is this still a battle between Ning Dan monks? Can anyone survive such a high temperature?

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, Chu Ziheng was not dead yet! As the "culprit", Chu Ziheng was panting heavily at this moment with the ghost halberd, and the Pure Yang True Sutra was speeding up, absorbing the heaven and earth aura from the outside world, and the blow just now made Chu Ziheng almost collapse, and the only one young pill was almost exhausted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The ghost halberd in his hand is no different from the iron rod that burns red, if you look at it confidently, you will find that the red halberd body is full of mysterious patterns, making the ghost halberd look a little more powerful than before.

This kind of change is Chu Ziheng's masterpiece, Chu Ziheng went to the Tibetan Scripture Building early to write down the rest of the "Elementary Rune Technique", and then painted the gourd and tinkered with it all morning before imprinting the fire talisman on the ghost halberd, so that the ghost and god halberd initially transformed into a magic weapon, which complements his own exercises and can bring greater help to himself. It's just that I didn't expect it to be so powerful, and I almost couldn't control it, so I still had to practice more.

A charcoal corpse on the ground moved, and the figure could be identified as Wang Yi. Wang Yi was still emitting white smoke on his body, and opened his eyelids with difficulty, the blood red in his eyes had faded, as if he had regained his senses, and he stared at Chu Ziheng with resentment.

Cutting grass must be eradicated, this truth Chu Ziheng still understands. Chu Ziheng snorted coldly, lifted the ghost halberd with one hand, stepped forward with an arrow, and threw the ghost halberd at Wang Yi.

"I admit defeat! Uncle Clan save me!" Wang Yi's golden pill broke out of his body and flew out towards the outside of the barrier.

"Where to go!" Chu Zi raised his hand horizontally and pointed at it, and the Hundred Ghost Sword was like an arm, spinning and splitting down.

A frightened and angry divine thought sounded out of thin air: "Shaft dare!" A big hand grabbed the Hundred Ghost Sword. Although the secret "clan uncle" very much hopes that Wang A and Wang B will die, if both of them die in the hands of Chu Ziheng under his nose, then the meaning is completely different, which is equivalent to slapping him in the face, and even more so slapping the face of the Wang family. No matter what the purpose, he must not sit back and watch Wang Yi die at the hands of Chu Ziheng.

"Hmph!" in the void, a person snorted, invisible energy spread, and the big hand disappeared in an instant.

Between the lightning and flint, the Hundred Ghost Sword was in the middle of the Jin Dan, and the Jin Dan turned into flying ashes, and the majestic energy was silently swallowed by the Hundred Ghost Sword. Chu Ziheng frowned, and immediately recalled the Hundred Ghost Sword, and his intuition told him that something must have changed in the Hundred Ghost Sword. However, after scanning back and forth several times with divine thoughts, I still didn't find any clues.

A strong divine thought swept suddenly, wanting to wipe out Chu Ziheng on the spot, what a ruthless heart! Chu Ziheng had no intention of resisting at all, because the strength of each other was far apart, this must be a great monk who killed him regardless of his identity.

"Are you going to die?" Chu Ziheng flashed this thought for a moment.

In the next moment, that divine thought was silently annihilated. A middle-aged man in gray screamed in pain and fell out of the air, and nine times out of ten it was the clan uncle in the mouth of Wang Jia and Wang B. A line of blood spilled from the corner of the uncle's mouth, obviously suffering a lot of hidden losses.

The gray-clothed middle-aged man looked at somewhere in the void unwillingly, turned his head to Chu Ziheng and glared angrily: "Junior, didn't I tell you to stop?"

Chu Ziheng straightened his waist, looked directly into the gray-clothed middle-aged eyes without fear, and said coldly: "What? Only allow him to kill me?

Wang Yi had already begged for mercy and conceded defeat, why did you kill him?" The middle-aged man in gray was furious.

Chu Ziheng replied without humility or arrogance: "I have never heard of the saying that there is a saying that there is a martial arts arena and admitting defeat, so I think I will not die! If you don't even have this kind of enlightenment, you are also a disciple of the martial arts mansion!"

"You..." The gray-clothed middle-aged man was furious, no one had ever dared to contradict him like this, and he almost wanted to strike again, but when he thought of it, the person in the dark, his fingers were white, and he couldn't bear it.

At this time, a voice echoed in the sky above the martial arts arena, like Huang Zhong Dalu, deafening: "Well said! Wang Yi is dead, he can only say that his skills are not as good as others, but you, a lot of age has lived to a dog?

The gray-clothed middle-aged man was furious, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, immediately tore his face, and threatened: "Old ghost Han, are you determined to go against my Wang family by defending this kid like this?"

"Smack!" A loud slap, a slap mark suddenly appeared on the face of the gray-clothed middle-aged man, and everyone showed a strange expression on their faces, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"It's really presumptuous!" The voice shook the clouds, and the old man surnamed Han shouted domineeringly, "Can you call the words Old Ghost Han as a junior?! It's almost the same to let your grandfather come over!

The gray-clothed middle-aged man covered his face, he had never suffered such a great shame and humiliation since he had practiced! The gray-clothed middle-aged man glanced at the source of the voice, and then glanced at Chu Ziheng gloomily, and threw down a sentence: "Okay! Okay, very! This thing is not over!" The voice disappeared as soon as the words fell.

The old man surnamed Han read to Chu Ziheng: "In the Martial Mansion, the old man will definitely protect you, but there are many sinister people in the Wang family, they will not give up, you still have to be more careful." ”

The black-clothed tutor came back to his senses, coughed lightly, attracted people's attention, and announced loudly: "Chu Ziheng wins!"

Chu Ziheng muttered in his heart: "Lao Zhou, Lao Li, I have avenged you..."

In the next few days, Chu Ziheng stayed in the dormitory every day to specialize in rune arts, and he didn't have contact with the outside world, anyway, he also remembered the "Elementary Rune Technique" in his mind, and there was no need to go to the scripture collection building again.

But people come to the door every day, naming and saying that they want to challenge Chu Ziheng, and the root of all this is for fame. After Chu Ziheng killed Wang Yi, he automatically replaced Wang Yi's ranking and became the ninety-ninth on the list. Many people who believe that their strength is not much worse than Chu Ziheng come to him every day to call the door.

"Open the door, open the door, Chu Ziheng, dare to come out and fight me?"

"Are you scared?"

Chu Ziheng was overwhelmed, rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and his subordinates moved quickly, drawing a soundproof note in the air. Chu Ziheng was overjoyed, and finally it was done! Raising his hand, he pasted the soundproof note on the door, and the whole world suddenly became much cleaner.

These days, Chu Ziheng doesn't know how much Xuanhuang rune paper has been consumed, and there are scrapped rune seals all over the ground. Even if Chu Ziheng is rich now, he can't help but feel a little distressed, the Xuanhuang paper alone has cost tens of thousands of points, not including some other strange materials, if it weren't for Chu Ziheng's lack of demon beast essence blood, it is estimated that he would have the heart to cry now.

It's no wonder that there are so few runemasters, not only do they have to pile up a lot of materials, but they also require extremely high talents. Chu Ziheng thought that the rune technique was not very difficult before, but he knew that drawing a rune seal and drawing a rune were completely different things. You don't need a carrier to draw runes, as long as you have a certain understanding of runes, you can basically draw them. But drawing runes is different, and it is necessary to keep the runes on the carrier for a long time, which has extremely high requirements for the use of divine thoughts.

It is indicated here that it is a divine thought, and it is not enough to have extremely high spiritual power, so this is also the reason why a monk who is not above Ning Dan cannot become a rune master, that is to say, if you don't have Ning Dan, you are not even qualified to burn materials. Chu Ziheng thought that he didn't understand anything at the beginning, so he plunged into this bottomless pit, and chuckled helplessly.

Chu Ziheng went through thousands of exercises to successfully draw a soundproof note, which is already quite a high talent. According to the book, some people even took a month to barely paint.

Chu Ziheng's eyes were bloodshot, he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, he only stretched his waist and continued to practice. He wants to take advantage of the fact that he has just found a glimmer of feeling, and strive to improve the success rate of drawing.

Chu Ziheng's divine thought moved, and the kudzu root essence that had been prepared long ago was perfectly mixed with the essence blood of the innate demon beast, moving with the divine thought, turning into a crystal filament, Chu Ziheng volleyed into the void, and as the fingertip streamer flashed, the crystal filament quickly formed a mysterious rune.