"Fuck me!"

Jia Houwei's scream came out of the electric waves, and Wang Hao's heart jumped, this kid, he won't be defeated so soon, right?

The onlookers tried to open their eyes, trying to understand what was going on in the ring, but the blinding electric light made it impossible for them to open their eyelids at all.

Yuan Fei is also a little strange, although his blow is not weak, he shouldn't kill the other party so smoothly, could it be that this fat man is a silver spear candle head?

"Golden Pupil!"

Because he was worried about the fat man, Wang Hao simply opened the golden pupil, and after the golden pupil was ignited, the dazzling electric light immediately dimmed in Wang Hao's eyes.

Wang Hao finally saw the scene in the electric mang, and saw Jia Houwei dancing with the dust shield in front of him, having a lot of fun.

Wang Hao almost didn't vomit blood by this anger, it turned out that the scream just now was not Jia Houwei's scream, but that he found that the defense of the dust shield was amazing, and he was having a lot of fun.

"Zila!"

The lightning finally dissipated, the dazzling light dissipated, and people turned their attention back to the ring.

"This ......" The onlookers were speechless, and saw that half of the ring was scorched black by the electric wave, except for Jia Houwei's feet and behind him, which were intact.

In front of Jia Houwei, there was a white shield floating, the shield was as thin as a cicada's wings, but it just blocked Yuan Fei's incomparably strong attack.

Yuan Fei's eyes widened, and his face was full of shock, what kind of magic power did the fat man in front of him use to block his attack so easily.

Jia Houwei looked at the dust shield floating in front of him and slowly rotated, and he pouted, he muttered to himself: "The martial arts that the old madman gave me are inevitably too good, is it true that as the boss said, I picked up a good master?"

Jia Houwei's voice was so low that he didn't even hear Yuan Fei, who was closest to him.

However, no matter how low his voice was, he couldn't hide it from the five people on the elder stage, Zhao Lao and Li Feng couldn't hold back their smiles, their faces tightened, and Zhao Lao even blushed all over his face.

Sect Master Li Yunlong laughed twice, and suddenly felt that he couldn't do it well, so he hurriedly coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

As for Elder He, he didn't have that kind of estimate, he covered his stomach and laughed, he didn't have the demeanor that a sect guardian elder should have.

Chen Lao trembled angrily, he gritted his teeth and said: "Little fat man, how dare you call your master 'old madman'? Wait until the competition is over, see if I don't peel off your skin!"

Jia Houwei in the ring suddenly shuddered, and a bad feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

Wang Hao stared at the dust shield controlled by Jia Houwei under the ring, and when he was competing at the outer gate, he also heard Zhao Lao exclaim "The way to leave the dust".

If Wang Hao didn't guess wrong, this law of leaving the dust is the secret of the fat master, but Wang Hao didn't expect that the power of the law of leaving the dust is too terrifying.

Mo said that it was Yuan Fei's Thunder Hammer, even if Wang Hao himself did not use the righteousness of the sword, he did not have the confidence to be able to cut through the dust shield condensed by Jia Houwei.

"Let me see what this method of leaving the dust is!"

Wang Hao poured Yuan Li into his left eye, and the dragon pattern on the golden pupil appeared, and began to rotate clockwise, followed by another dragon pattern, which rotated counterclockwise.

The two dragon patterns formed a wonderful formation, and then, the eyes of the true dragon activated.

"The shield of the dust is a martial art, a quality Xuan-rank one-rank, this martial art is the shield form of the law of the dust, and it can resist the attacks of all martial arts below the six-rank Xuan-rank. With the improvement of the method of leaving the dust, the quality of the shield of the dust will also increase. ”

"The method of leaving the dust, the supernatural power, can separate everything in the world into the smallest state - the dust, and use the high-speed tremor of the dust to destroy all objects! The dust can form any form, and the power is infinite. ”

Seeing the information sent by the True Dragon's Eyes, Wang Hao was completely shocked, not to mention the Shield of Leaving the Dust, he clearly saw the word "supernatural power" in the explanation of the Law of Leaving the Dust!

"Divine powers?!What are supernatural powers?!" This was the first time Wang Hao came into contact with the word supernatural powers, and he fell into confusion.

"It seems that we can only wait for the end of the competition to ask the fat man!"

Wang Hao refocused his attention on the ring, only to see Jia Houwei and Yuan Fei already starting a close fight.

Yuan Fei was taken aback by Jia Houwei's Dust Shield, and he immediately understood that if he continued to launch a long-range attack, he would be 100% blocked by that magical shield.

Yuan Fei rushed towards Jia Houwei, and the two heavy hammers were played by him, and the heavy hammers were good at hand-to-hand combat.

On the other hand, Jia Houwei was still bare-handed, when he was in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, Wang Hao once asked him if he wanted to help build a Horcrux by himself, Wang Hao's proposal was rejected by Jia Houwei, and he said so at the time.

"When I went to the old madman to ask for a mystical weapon, he was utterly despised by him, saying that after I mastered the method of leaving the dust, I would no longer look down on any mystical weapon. ”

Wang Hao didn't understand it at the time, but now he finally understands why Jia Houwei's master asserts it like this.

I saw that the dust shield that was originally floating in front of Jia Houwei split into two when Yuan Fei's heavy hammer attacked, turning into two smaller shields.

These two small shields floated in the air, very flexible, and under Jia Houwei's manipulation, they constantly resisted Yuan Fei's attacks.

Yuan Fei's two heavy hammers are extremely costly to wield, and generally when he fights against the enemy, the most common strategy he uses is to launch a fierce attack like a storm in one go, directly crushing the enemy.

But in the face of Jia Houwei, Yuan Fei felt powerful and useless, no matter how swift he launched his attack, two small white shields would always fly around in front of his eyes, and then accurately block his attack.

It seemed to be a small and thin shield, but it was surprisingly hard, and no matter how ruthlessly Yuan Fei urged Yuan Li, he couldn't break it.

Yuan Fei swung thirty-three hammers one after another, and Jia Houwei controlled the Dust Shield to block the thirty-three blows, what made Yuan Fei vomit blood was that he jumped up and down to find the gap in the Dust Shield, but Jia Houwei never moved a single step from beginning to end.

"Bang dang!"

Yuan Fei smashed the final hammer like a vent, and then his body swept backwards, distancing himself from Jia Houwei.

"Whew, whew!" Yuan Fei gasped, he had slapped for thirty-three hammers in a row, and even Qin Hui had fallen down, but he didn't expect that in the face of a fat man who jumped out of nowhere, it had no effect at all.

After calming down his rapid breathing, Yuan Fei reprimanded angrily in his heart: "Since my attack is ineffective, then wait for the rabbit and wait for you to attack, anyway, if you don't beat me, you won't want to win a game for Yuelongju!"

He Kang on the field also didn't expect that in addition to Zhao Mu'er, Yuelongju also had a general, and the most important thing is that Jia Houwei was unknown today, and no one knew his details.

"There is no problem with Yuan Fei's strategy, this fat man is good at defense, and the offense will definitely not work, as long as Yuan Fei waits for work and looks for the opponent's weaknesses in defense, this fat man will definitely lose!"

He Kang looked like he was winning, but Ding Chunqiu, who was standing beside him, shook his head slightly, he was not optimistic that Yuan Fei would win.

Yuan Fei's decision made Jia Houwei a little dilemma, he defended Yuan Fei like a monkey, and he was having fun, but Yuan Fei didn't fight with him, he looked at the two dust shields in front of him in a daze, not knowing what to do next.

The fierce battle between the two made the disciples watching the battle a little breathless, and they were nervous one by one, and they even clenched their fists unconsciously.

When Yuan Fei swung thirty-three hammers in a row, but was stopped by Jia Houwei's understatement, the disciples who were watching the battle were already ready to cheer for the two.

But the word "good" was just about to come out of his throat, and he was swallowed back raw, for no other reason, and the two stopped fighting.

In this way, Jia Houwei and Yuan Fei faced each other in the ring for more than three minutes.

A registered disciple couldn't help but ask the outer disciple next to him, "Senior brother, what are these two doing, is there still an intermission in the duel?"

The outer disciple who was asked by his junior brother looked a little embarrassed, he wanted to say that maybe the two of them were at halftime, but who would believe this when he said this? He could only stubbornly reply: "Senior brother, you don't understand this, Senior Brother Yuan and Senior Brother Jia are condensing their big moves, ready to kill each other in one go!"

The registered disciple's eyes immediately flashed with anticipation, and he stared at the ring closely, not daring to blink his eyelids, for fear of missing the most wonderful picture.

Sweat was dripping from Yuan Fei's forehead, his brows were furrowed, and his heart was drumming, "Why hasn't this fat man attacked yet, is he preparing some powerful martial arts?"

Jia Houwei was embarrassed, and even scratched his head helplessly, not because he didn't want to attack, but in the past four months, he has been frantically improving his realm, and as for the martial arts given to him by the master, he has learned two tricks.

Elder Chen blew his beard angrily on the elder's platform and glared, "This unfilial man, Lao Tzu passed on to you everything he has learned all his life, and as a result, you have learned the shield of leaving the dust? That thing can only be defended, and even a fly can't be swatted to death, what a dead fat man who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Listening to Chen Lao's words, He Lao on the side looked helpless, the method of leaving the dust is the secret of the Snow Sword Gate, which is close to the treasure of the Zhenzong, in the past few hundred years, except for Chen Lao, no one has been able to cultivate successfully, which shows the difficulty of the cultivation of the method of leaving the dust.

"Old Chen, don't complain, if you don't like this little fat man, why don't you just throw him to me as an apprentice?"

Knowing that He Lao was ridiculing himself, Chen Lao still stared.

"Give me my apprentice to you? Don't even think about it! Lao Tzu has spent two hundred years in order to find someone who can take over my mantle, and it is easy for me!"

Old Chen quieted down, but when he looked at Jia Houwei's eyes, he still hated iron and steel.

"It seems that I have been too lax in disciplining him, and when this competition is over, I will take him into retreat, when will I learn all the forms of the method of leaving the dust, and then release him...... Huh?!"

Chen Lao's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly found that Jia Houwei, who had been standing on the ground stupidly and didn't know what to do, suddenly made a strange move.

I saw Jia Houwei cross his hands, and the two palms formed a "mouth" shape.

The two shields dissolved into dust again, spun to form a small white ball, and then floated between Jia Houwei's hands.

Yuan Fei's throat rolled, and he suddenly regretted that he had just made the decision to retreat.

Old Chen's hair and beard were trembling in shock, and He Lao asked puzzledly, "Old Man Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Lao raised an arm and pointed at Jia Houwei in the ring tremblingly, his voice contained excitement or joy.

"Strip ...... Dust Stripping!"