"Bang bang bang!"

On the Sky Eagle Peak, two young men were fist-fighting.

"Flying Tiger Fist!"

After fighting dozens of moves, seeing that hand-to-hand combat could not take advantage, Duolong suddenly took a step back, punched out of the air with his right hand, and his spiritual power conjured up a white giant tiger with wings on its back in the air, with red light in his eyes, and opened his bloody mouth and pounced on Zhong Wen.

What a low-level spiritual skill!

Zhong Wen racked his brains to try to find a matching "low-level" spiritual skill, and under the search of his intestines, he suddenly had an idea, and remembered the bronze grade spiritual skill "Wild Ball Fist" obtained by drawing, and punched it out without hesitation.

A white ball of light the size of a tennis ball shot out from Zhong Wen's right fist and hit the white winged tiger fiercely, accompanied by a roar, the color of the spiritual power white tiger's body seemed to fade slightly, but the momentum did not decline in the slightest, and it still moved forward bravely and pounced.

Zhong Wen nodded on tiptoe, took a step back, and hit a "wild ball punch" with his right hand again.

Another white ball of light shot out from the end of his fist and slammed into the white tiger.

"Huh?"

He had a faint feeling that the spiritual power light cluster formed by this second punch seemed to be slightly brighter than the previous one.

After eating two light clusters, the color of the white tiger's body became more and more dim, and its momentum declined slightly, but it still persevered to chase Zhong Wen.

The bronze-grade spiritual skill is really breathtakingly weak!

Zhong Wen saw that the white tiger was still strong after being hit by his two punches, and finally had a deep understanding of the power of the "Wild Ball Boxing", so he had to throw a punch again.

When the third punch was shot, he was finally convinced that the brightness of the light cluster had been slightly improved compared to the previous two times.

Duolong's "Flying Tiger Fist" is not a high-grade spiritual skill, Rao is Zhong Wen suppressed the spiritual power in the realm of the first layer of the Heavenly Wheel, and after eating three "Wild Ball Fists" in a row, the spiritual power Winged Tiger still couldn't support it, let out a weak scream, and his body collapsed to the ground, turning into a little spiritual dust, and dissipating between the mountains and forests.

"Lion Fist!"

Seeing that the Winged Tiger was broken, Duolong shouted loudly in his mouth, and threw a punch again, and his spiritual power condensed into a violent lion in front of him, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, and roaring angrily and pounced on Zhong Wen.

After discovering the wonder of the "Wild Ball Fist", Zhong Wen was not in a hurry to end the battle, but instead took Duolong as the test object, punching one punch after another, constantly using this bronze spiritual skill, wanting to see how much the power of the light group could grow.

......

"Sister Ning Jie, Daddy just made a joke casually. Gan Duyun took Ning Jie's hand, her clear and clear eyes were full of guilt, "There really is nothing between me and Zhong Wen, you must not misunderstand." ”

"Sister Ayun, I believe in you. Ning Jie said softly.

"Thank you. Gan Duyun said gratefully, "It's also to blame Daddy for being open-mouthed, and Duolong and their reckless temperament have brought so much trouble to Zhong Wen." ”

"With the strength of these strong men, it's not much trouble. Ning Jiesu covered her lips with her hands and said with a smile.

"Not necessarily. When Gan Duyun heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Zhong Wen clearly has the strength of the Spirit Venerable level, in order to take care of the face of our Dala clan, but he still has to deliberately fight with Di Di of the Earth Wheel Realm, I'm afraid it's not an easy thing." ”

Ning Jie couldn't help but laugh out loud: "He's a funny person, maybe he's having fun!"

The two charming young girls are idle and bored, laughing and talking, forming a beautiful picture, which has attracted the frequent sideways eyes of many young people of the Dala tribe, and their reverie is endless.

"Actually, Sister Ayun is beautiful and has a good temperament. The two laughed for a while, and Ning Jie suddenly changed her words, "If you are willing to marry Zhong Wen, the little sister will not stop it, but will raise her hands in favor." ”

"Sister, don't make fun of me. Gan Duyun blushed, glared at Ning Jie lightly, and said in a coquettish voice, "You two have such a good relationship, why am I here to intervene?"

"Sister, how can a man as outstanding as Zhong Wen be the only woman by his side?" Ning Jie stretched out her slender jade hand and gently stroked the hair in front of her forehead, her eyes flashing with a sparkling light, "Anyway, I have to share it with others, wouldn't it be better if I could be a sister with a woman as good as Sister Ayun?"

"Sister, don't be presumptuous. Gan Duyun chuckled and said, "Your appearance is unparalleled in the world, and most of you can fascinate Zhong Wen, and I don't know if I only love you in this life." ”

"That's not good, I won't be able to bear it......" Ning Jie's delicate cheeks flushed slightly, and she leaned closer to Gan Duyun's ear and whispered a few words.

"You, you......" Gan Duyun jumped up suddenly, stretched out her slender jade hand and patted Ning Jie's arm, and said coquettishly, "I'm so ashamed!"

The Dala people have an unrestrained temperament, and they are far less reserved than ordinary cadres when it comes to men and women, but after listening to Ning Jie's whispering, Gan Duyun's face was still flushed, and his heart was agitated, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The little girl Zhuma blinked her big eyes on the side, watching the second daughter laughing and playing, but she felt that she had never seen such a shy and lively Gan Duyun, and she couldn't help but be curious, I don't know what the two discussed.

......

When Zhong Wen cast the "Wild Ball Fist" for the eleventh time, the power of this spiritual skill suddenly changed drastically.

The ball of light condensed by spiritual power was significantly larger, and its brightness and momentum were completely different from before.

The ball of light collided with the spiritual power lion released by Duolong, and an astonishing sound erupted, and it was actually evenly matched.

This spiritual skill is weird!

Zhong Wen's heart moved, his eyes closed slightly, and his eyes swept to the "Spiritual Skills" column on the bookshelf of the "Xinhua Scripture Pavilion".

What he saw in his eyes was greatly beyond his expectations.

I saw that "Wild Ball Boxing", which was originally located in the "bronze grade", actually appeared in the position of "silver grade".

Can it be upgraded?

Zhong Wen was ecstatic in his heart, realizing that the "garbage" spiritual skill he had drawn was not simple.

According to the experience of reading novels in his previous life, he knows that all the exercises that seem to be rubbish, but can be "upgraded" independently, belong to the standard configuration of the protagonist.

With such a discovery, he was immediately interested, and once again cast the "Wild Ball Fist", punch after punch, constantly hitting Duolong, trying to unearth the mystery of the spiritual skill upgrade.

However, Zhong Wen, who had all his attention on the "Wild Ball Boxing", did not notice that Duolong on the opposite side was already sweating, panting like a pillar, his face was full of exhaustion, and he could barely stand on his feet.

Where did this monster come from, how can the spiritual power be endless?

Duolong's cultivation is only silver grade, and he has performed more than twenty spiritual power transformations in a row, and the oil in his body has long been exhausted, but he has not even scratched the corner of his opponent's clothes, on the other hand, Zhong Wen is still calm, his face does not change, and the power of the light ball released does not decrease but increases, and the heart of this young man of the Dala tribe gradually began to sink, and the illusion of Gan Duyun waving goodbye to him and then turning around and throwing himself into Zhong Wen's arms appeared in his mind.

No way!

Never allowed!

Madara is mine!

"Flying Tiger Fist!"

Duolong only felt that the blood was on his head, his eyes were split, and a force surged out of nowhere in his body, he shouted angrily in his mouth, and swung out a swift punch again, and his spiritual power conjured up a huge white winged tiger in the air, roaring in the sky, and attacking Zhong Wendang's chest with lightning speed.

This is a blow that brings together Duolong's life's strength, and it is even more powerful than the previous "Flying Tiger Fist", and when he made the shot, he no longer considered Zhong Wen's life and death.

Facing Duo Long, who was trying his best, Zhong Wen still waved his fist unhurriedly and shot out a ball of spiritual light.

The white winged tiger's body was shocked, and he raised his front paws to slam down the ball of light, and let out a heaven-shattering roar from his mouth, showing the invincible posture of the king of beasts, and even smashed the ball of light that had reached the silver grade.

"Huh? Zhong Wen praised lightly, and his right hand waved rapidly, and in a very short period of time, he shot out three spiritual light balls in a row.

The white winged tiger was invincible, and smashed a ball of light again, but it was still hit by another ball of light, and a miserable scream came out of its mouth, and its strong body lay on the ground, rolling, and finally dissipated without a trace.

The last ball of light was unhindered in front of it, and it traveled unhindered all the way, heading straight for Duolong himself.

At this time, Duolong had already exhausted all his strength, just standing in place with difficulty, barely allowing himself to fall, and he had no spare strength to dodge the oncoming spiritual light group.

"Not good!"

Begiert, Kurolo, and Gan Duyun exclaimed at the same time, and when they were about to come to the rescue, they were too late to whip up, and could only watch as the light struck the multi-dragon face gate.

At this time, Zhong Wen also realized that he was too focused on the study of spiritual skills, and actually ignored the state of his opponent.

In the next moment, Zhong Wen's figure had already appeared between the dragons and the light cluster, and the speed of movement was so fast that it actually surpassed the spirit technique.

He turned his head and glanced at the spiritual power light cluster, the dazzling spiritual power light group was like a mouse meeting a cat, and he didn't dare to take half a step forward, but he actually changed his track in an instant, turned into a free fall, and smashed it on the ground, breaking out with a bang.

"You—You won!"

Duolong barely spit out these words, and then his eyes went black, and he slowly fell backwards.

Before his body could hit the ground, Zhong Wen had already reached out and grabbed his arm, put his left hand on his pulse to probe for a moment, and then took out a pill from his arms, put it into Duolong's mouth, and let him lie down slowly.

"Zhong Wen, how is he?"

Seeing that Zhong Wen had rescued Duolong in time, Bejirt, Gan Duyun and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and they all surrounded each other, with a worried look on their faces.

"It's not a big deal. Zhong Wen smiled faintly and said, "It's just that the spiritual power is excessively consumed, I gave him the 'Great Hui Spirit Pill', he only needs to rest for a while, and he will naturally wake up." ”

"Zhong Wen, thank you!" Gan Duyun covered his chest and said with palpitations, "If something happens to Duolong, I really don't know how to explain it to his parents." ”

"Good boy!" Bejirt patted Zhong Wen on the shoulder fiercely, and laughed, "I have seen many excellent young people, but none of them can compare with you, and quietly tell you that Bande has a soft spot for spirit beasts since he was a child, and your beast control skills are so good, you might as well do what you like, and most of them will be able to hold ......"

"Daddy, if you talk nonsense again, I'll ignore you!" Gan Duyun didn't expect his father to say this, and his face was flushed with shame, and his jade feet stomped straight up.

Everyone around laughed, many people picked up their wine glasses, and stepped forward to toast Zhong Wen, obviously Zhong Wen's actions to save Duolong regardless of his previous suspicions left an excellent impression on the Dala people, and even many young girls frequently secretly sent autumn waves to him, according to the open customs of the Dala people, if it weren't for the presence of Gan Duyun, maybe they would have stepped forward to express their admiration for him.

It turns out that his strength is far superior to mine, and he was just merciful to his subordinates just now.

Didi, who was in the distance, watched the whole battle, only to feel bitter and ashamed in his heart.

"I knew that no one was Zhong Wen's opponent. The little girl, Zhuma, triumphantly showed off her foresight to Kurolo.

"Oh, little sister, have you seen Zhong Wen make a move?" Kulolo asked with a move in his heart.

Without waiting for Zhuma to answer, I saw Zhong Wen, who was not far away, suddenly put down his wine glass, sighed and said, "Patriarch, Ah Yun, I'm afraid this bonfire party is coming to an end." ”

"What's wrong?" asked Gan Duyun in confusion.

"Begirt, what is a good day today? You Dala tribe actually held a festival in advance?" An old voice floated from above and clearly reached everyone's ears, "I wonder if we Kuntu tribe can also join in the fun?"