As soon as it was dawn, Zhang Yifan rushed to the small courtyard.

"Xiaohu, be careful these days"

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu looking at him questioningly, Zhang Yifan hurriedly said, "I just received the news, yesterday's battle between you shocked the whole city, and the other three major families have ordered the Jindan children who are usually hidden in the clan to fight."

"Oh, Xuezang, what do you mean, is it amazing?" Zhang Xiaohu had never heard of this, and asked curiously.

Zhang Yifan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Of course, these are the most powerful children of the family, and they usually don't participate in various battles outside, but they exist as killers in the clan."

As soon as he said this, Zhang Xiaohu became interested, patted his thigh and said excitedly, "Okay, I should have sent them to fight a long time ago."

Zhang Yifan frowned, "But no one knows what kind of ability they have, if you have the right one, I'm afraid ......"

The words were not finished, but Zhang Yifan's meaning Zhang Xiaohu understood that even if he won easily yesterday, from now on, it would be extremely difficult to win.

Zhang Xiaohu happily patted Zhang Yifan's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, no matter how powerful I am, I can always get out of the way, what's there to be afraid of"

Xiao Penzi nodded again and again, and comforted Zhang Yifan, "Yes, Uncle Shi, what's there to be afraid of, isn't it just a few golden pills, you must know that Uncle Shi is okay with the ancestor of the Yuan Baby, is it possible that they can still be better than the Yuan Baby?"

"That's impossible, it's just ......" Zhang Yifan shook his head and joked, Yuanying and Jindan are like heaven and earth, the difference is huge, that is, Zhang Xiaohu did not use the treasure talisman, and there was no chance of winning, of course, these Jindan were no exception, but worry was always inevitable.

"Haha, okay, don't think so much, you probably didn't have breakfast when you came here so early, come on, come on, eat some together, eat well and go to the martial arts arena"

Zhang Xiaohu saw the melancholy on Zhang Yifan's face, hugged his shoulders tightly, didn't bother to say anything, and directly diverted the topic.

It turned out that it was too troublesome to not want to fight, but now it has begun, and what I want is to have a more powerful opponent, where will I worry that the opponent will become stronger, if it is really at the level of yesterday, it will be very boring.

Today's martial arts arena is even more lively, and the number of people has almost doubled.

Many of the children of the family got the news and rushed over, they already knew that there were some children in the clan who were hidden by the snow, it was rare to see, I thought that only when there was a war with demon beasts or a family crisis, these people would appear, but I didn't expect Zhang Xiaohu's small battle to lead them out.

In fact, these children all underestimated Zhang Xiaohu's battle, on the surface, it seems that a few people disobey Zhang Xiaohu's title of the first person, but in fact, it has secretly evolved into a competition between the four major families to compete for the first place.

Without the help of those old monsters behind the scenes, how can the title of this first person be released.

Last time, Zhang Xiaohu defeated the Liu family brothers, so he took the lead of the Liu family, and this time the Liu family, who did not admit defeat, simply gathered several other families to give the Zhang family a blow.

The old monster of the Yuan Infant did it, and this thing was a big deal, so he usually secretly let those unwitting juniors fight, and the old monsters did a lot of this kind of thing.

On the top floor of a restaurant next to the martial arts arena, more than a dozen old men with no spiritual power were smiling and betting, guessing the outcome of today, but the stakes were frighteningly high.

As soon as it is shot, it is not the ownership of the spirit stone mine, it is the division of various scarce resources, compared with here, the few stalls of the martial arts field are simply children's games, and they are not worth mentioning at all.

It is rare to see one in other places, and more than ten of them appear here casually, with an average of a few people in each family, and these are all monks in the late Yuan Infant period, so you can imagine how strong the four major families are.

As soon as Zhang Xiaohu came on the field, he found a difference today.

A lot of Jin Dan stood quietly on the stage, faintly surrounding the martial arts arena, and some Jin Dan who wanted to show his face on stage had not yet approached, so they were driven away by these people's eyes.

Waiting for Zhang Xiaohu to stand firmly on the stage, a middle-aged monk came up below, with a white face and short beard, not fat or thin, and his appearance was inconspicuous, but the spiritual power fluctuations on his body were much stronger than yesterday's.

silently took the spirit stone and handed it to the referee, looking at Zhang Xiaohu coldly, as if he was very angry that Zhang Xiaohu disturbed his practice.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, how did the people who had never heard of this come to the stage, what was their ability, what should they do with this bet? And many famous monks were stopped, but let this person go up, could it be said that there is a shady scene in this? After all, there are still very few people who know that these children are fighting, and most of them have never heard of such a thing, and they don't know what to do with the bet slip.

A few back * platforms at the stall smiled bitterly and couldn't speak, it seems that today's bet has become a joke.

They were the first to know the news, the handicap had already opened, Zhang Xiaohu bet one to two, and the unknown monk bet one to one, but they knew that it was useless, and the people who bet didn't know, everyone was stunned when they looked at this strange situation, and they just didn't know who to bet on.

The referee shouted and stepped aside, the martial arts arena that could accommodate tens of thousands of people was empty, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the field.

The middle-aged monk slapped his hand on the storage bag, picked up an object, and smashed it against Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at it, and it turned out to be an inch-sized exquisite pagoda.

Linglong pagoda will grow when it sees the wind, when it reaches the top of Zhang Xiaohu's head, it is already about ten zhang high, and the huge pagoda with a width of Xu zhang below, looking up from the bottom, the pagoda is not solid, but hollow.

Unlike the flying sword, the pagoda is only slightly glowing with some treasure light, the material looks non-gold and jade, white and inconspicuous, but it is engraved with various runes, which is weird and abnormal.

Zhang Xiaohu learned that these Xuezang disciples were going to make a move in the morning, where would they be careless, and with a round of hands, the heavy sword slashed on the base of the pagoda.

I still wonder about this pagoda, it is said that this magic weapon such as the gold seal and gold brick pagoda plays the role of smashing and pressing, this hollow structure, is it possible to make a cover? But what is the use of the cover, can it withstand the blows of the monks?

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaohu to think clearly, the heavy sword had already been split at the base of the pagoda.

There was a loud bang, but the pagoda was not bounced off as he imagined, but continued to be pressed down.

It's so heavy, Zhang Xiaohu's arm was a little numb, and the huge impact force was transmitted to his feet, and the hard ground in the martial arts arena cracked instantly.

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaohu to change his moves, the pagoda instantly pressed down and covered the person inside.

Strange way of playing, Zhang Xiaohu took a breath, and he didn't panic, then look at how strong your pagoda is.

The blood rose suddenly, and the body became thick and strong, running non-stop, and the body seemed to be glowing with white light.

Clenching the heavy sword in his hand with both hands, Zhang Xiaohu took a step forward, shouted, and slashed heavily at the pagoda body.

, This loud noise sounded in Zhang Xiaohu's mind, just like when he was shouted by the demon king, Zhang Xiaohu was dizzy on the spot.

The huge rebound force almost let the heavy sword in his hand get out of his hand, Zhang Xiaohu took a few steps back, his face turned pale, and a fishy breath surged up in his mouth, and the echo continued to echo in the tower, making Zhang Xiaohu's face pale with every blow.

Finally, without waiting for the echo to stop, Zhang Xiaohu spurted out a mouthful of blood, his feet were weak, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, holding a heavy sword in his hand, gasping for breath.

The middle-aged monk waited for the pagoda to cover Zhang Xiaohu, so he came to the pagoda in a few flashes, pressed his hands on the pagoda, and the spiritual power continued to pour into it like water.

For Zhang Xiaohu, the loud sound was only a muffled sound outside, inconspicuous, and even the monks who were standing farther away did not hear it.

The middle-aged monk showed a smile, he knew the power of this pagoda best, it was okay not to break the tower, the harder the tower was broken, the greater the reaction, and the light sound could be heard outside, and the people inside estimated that they would not die and go to half their lives.

However, the cautious man did not end there, but continued to pour spiritual power into it.

With the continuous infusion of spiritual power, several bright spots gradually appeared in the tower body, getting brighter and brighter, and finally connected into a line, and when you look closely, it is actually a huge magic circle.

With a bang, a ball of flames appeared in the tower, turning into a fire dragon in a blink of an eye.

The fire dragon let out a long groan, and as soon as he turned around, he wrapped around the little tiger, and the flames kept licking Zhang Xiaohu's muscles, making a sizzling sound.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohu didn't wear any treasure clothes, but just wore ordinary clothes woven from fire spider silk, so there was no ** exposed.

This dress is extremely expensive, and only the descendants of a few major families are willing to wear it, and there is no protection, but because this fire spider lives in the volcano, the spider silk that spews out is not only not afraid of the flames and high temperatures, but also can usually absorb the temperature, and it is extremely cool to wear on the body.

Zhang Xiaohu shook hard, wanting to break the fire dragon, then he knew that this fire dragon was not tightly entangled at all, as Zhang Xiaohu's hands broke away, the fire dragon's body turned, and then let go of the body and turned to his hand.

Slippery, this was Zhang Xiaohu's first thought.

Where have I seen this kind of fire dragon, usually it is a desperate fight, but this fire dragon is like a loach, just entangled, but not tightened.

However, the temperature did not drop at all, but Zhang Xiaohu, who was entangled in his hands and feet, found that the temperature was even higher.

The flames continued to burn, and Zhang Xiaohu worked hard to the extreme, constantly taking away the fire poison that soaked into his body.

Fortunately, I had been tempered in that cold pool last time, otherwise I would have died this time.

Zhang Xiaohu struggled to support it, the sweat on his body turned into moisture before it could flow out, and his skin was already burned black, even his eyebrows and hair were curled.

Persistence, persistence.

Zhang Xiaohu only has one thought, to maintain such a huge pagoda and turn into a fire dragon, it definitely takes a lot of spiritual power, even if it is in the late stage of Jindan, it will not be able to support it for long, and now it seems that it depends on who can support it to the end.

Sure enough, as Zhang Xiaohu expected, the monk's face outside became more and more pale, and his hands began to tremble.

Just sensing that Zhang Xiaohu inside was still supporting, the middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and poured the last bit of spiritual power into it.

The middle-aged monk sat on the ground, panting and watching the pagoda shrink in front of him.

Everything comes to an end, and it's up to who makes it to the end.

The pagoda rose and flew above the monk's head in the form of a small delicate pagoda.

Zhang Xiaohu held up the heavy sword and walked out slowly panting.

With the footwork, pieces of charred skin on the body fell off, revealing the white skin inside.

"You lost"

Zhang Xiaohu gently rested the heavy sword on the monk's head and neck, the monk had already been squeezed out of the last of his spiritual power, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to, and watched the heavy sword on his upper body.