At this time, everyone came back to their senses and focused their eyes on Haoran's body. In fact, many people have only heard of Haoran, and have never seen Haoran's face. But it was rumored that his body was invincible with his fists, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Among the bronze disciples, there are not many people who can shake Ling Fengdao back with one punch, it can be said that if it weren't for Ling Fengdao's birth problem and the cultivation time was too late, then he would also be recruited by Tianditai, and he would cultivate in a better area.

After Ling Fengdao took a few steps back, the contempt and arrogance on his face dissipated, replaced by a cautious one. Although he is only a sparring partner now, Ling Fengdao does not regard it as a profession at all.

Instead, he regarded him as an experience, an experience with Tianditai Tianjiao.

"My lord, it's really my honor to have a big fight with you, but I don't know why my lord just wanted to knock me back with one punch? Could it be that adults are afraid of my sword?" Ling Fengdao's words were full of gunpowder, and any honorific title like an adult seemed to have become a little ironic.

Hao Ran pinched his eyes at Ling Fengdao, he admitted that the other party was indeed a powerful person, stronger than the vast majority of people in District 999. After listening to Ling Fengdao's words, Haoran whispered, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold my hand just now and will hurt you." ”

After hearing this, Ling Fengdao frowned, smiled coldly, and said: "My lord said that it was funny, your physical Ling Fengdao began to slaughter demon beasts in the Sunset Forest when he was fifteen years old, and it has been ten years, no matter what kind of life and death moments I have experienced. ”

When the words fell, Ling Fengdao stood still at his feet, the Heavenly Gate in his hand trembled suddenly, and the long knife suddenly turned into blood and waved a crimson blood mark in the air, like a wisp of smoke, "My lord, this is the first move of the blood slash, I don't know if you can teach me?"

The long knife was like blood, slashing through several blood marks in the air, and with the tremor of the Heavenly Gate, the blood marks fell towards Hao Ran like an entity.

Everyone in the audience is also well-informed, and they can see at a glance Ling Fengdao's Tianmen battle method and Tianmen true meaning. This move is light smoke, which can turn the battle intent of Tianmen into a blood mist, and in the blood mist, it is like a thunder in the dark clouds.

Ling Fengdao's Tianmen battle intent is not an ordinary sword intent, but a sword intent with a bloody taste, referred to as the true intent of the killing knife. Judging from the area of the blood mist, Ling Feng Dao should have already cultivated the true intent of the Heavenly Gate Killing Knife.

But even so, when the blood mist was shrouded, when the sword light shone in the blood mist like thunder, Ling Fengdao's face suddenly changed, and the blood mist slowly spread, like a hurricane coming.

"What's going on?" Ling Fengdao's face changed, and as he watched the blood mist being blown away, he immediately rushed forward, and the long knife in his hand suddenly became longer, rolling up a ball of blood like substance at Hao Ran's feet.

But Ling Fengdao was obviously slashing Hao Ran, but Hao Ran just made a simple move, and he dodged his tactics.

After hesitating again and again, Ling Fengdao decided to use his killing move, which was the last move of the Blood Slash, the Light and Shadow Blood Slash!

Ling Fengdao jumped up directly, burrowed into the air, the long knife in his hand pointed to the ground, and then suddenly the blood flashed, and everyone around them seemed to be swept by light and shadow, leaving only damage and fighting.

The Blood War was originally very close to the Dharma Decision cultivated by the Silver Disciples, and its power was stronger than that of ordinary Dharma Decisions. However, even though he had completed his cultivation, the blood light and blade still couldn't break through Haoran's defense.

Even if the sword light slashed Hao Ran, there was only a shallow scar left on his body. What made Ling Fengdao even more angry was the strong wind in Haoran's hand, every palm swing would emit a strong wind, and then burst in the blood mist of Tianmen's true intent.

The plan to gather him and prepare to unleash the killing move was completely disrupted.

In this way, after a stalemate for about an hour, Ling Fengdao's face slowly became depressed, and then he said very unwillingly: "My lord, my time for sparring today has run out, you should stop." ”

Regardless of whether Tianditai has stipulated the time of Ling Fengdao's sparring, this sentence sounds like admitting defeat to others.

Hao Ran put away the Heavenly Gate, nodded, and looked at himself in a mess with some excitement, especially when he completely controlled the second stage of the storm cone today, which made him feel that these twenty or thirty vein bead flowers were worth it.

Hao Ran was about to leave, but Confucius suddenly stopped Hao Ran with some puzzlement and asked, "Do you think that the storm cone can be controlled? ”

Although Confucian saw some facts with his own eyes, he still didn't understand why Haoran was able to be like the second stage in just a dozen days. This is already extremely close to the realm of Xiaocheng, and it is one step away from truly casting the storm cone.

But Confucian knew that it shouldn't be like this. The cultivation of the storm cone is extremely male cultivation in the art of war. If the true meaning of the Heavenly Gate of the spiritual creature is the wind intent, it is okay, and the storm cone can instantly step into the second stage, but Haoran's cultivation is the fist intent.

How could the Fist Intent Method, in terms of Fist Intent, allow the Martial Arts to be cultivated so quickly?

When Hao Ran was leaving, he smiled helplessly, looked at Confucius, and replied: "Senior, the disciple has been cultivating day and night recently, and it is natural that he has achieved something. ”

"How long did it take?"

"Seven hours a day, or 14 hours, barely reached the second stage today. ”

Confucian looked at Hao Ran with a strange face, and then shook his head and muttered to himself: "No, seven hours a day, how can you master the Storm Cone at such a speed?"

Hao Ran didn't care about Confucian sloquing to himself, put down the twenty-five pulse beads and left the main hall. The next day, the third day...... Hao Ran would choose Ling Fengdao to fight him.

Because Ling Fengdao's knife technique is biased towards killing, every knife is a killing move, and every knife is a fatal knife. Only the thoughts of life and death can change a person, and in the same way, only a disciple who has experienced a storm is a true disciple.

While Confucian was surprised by Haoran's speed of cultivating the storm cone, he also habitually watched Haoran's battles with others every day. After five or six days of fighting, Confucian could see at a glance that Haoran's proficiency in the second stage had obviously increased by some points.

From the beginning of the targeted release of air explosions, to now there are wind and air explosions in their hands, this leap made Confucian students a little stunned.

He couldn't help but ask himself, could it be that the Tianjiao-level battle body disciple was so strong?

Gradually, a month passed like this, and the big competition in District 999 was approaching. Haoran's figure also began to appear in the eyes of the public in a large way, and District 999 also showed a prosperous and lively color. (To be continued.) )