"Be careful."

This time, Su Xingzhi was surprisingly confident, his whole body was surrounded by purple qi, and he took out all his strength as soon as he made a move.

The Miao Fist Monk didn't know what kind of wind Su Xingzhi smoked, so he smiled bitterly and could only defend himself, but he had personally experienced the power of Su Xingzhi's fist.

Raising his fist, the Miao Fist Monk held his breath and concentrated, observing Su Xingzhi's retreat as always, one hand was used to resist Su Xingzhi's attack, and the other hand was aimed at Su Xingzhi's landing point.

The next moment, a shallow smile appeared on Su Xingzhi's face, and the unstoppable fist suddenly turned, his body lay straight on his side, his left hand bounced up, and he urged the fist technique to hammer straight to the temple of the Miao Fist Monk.

"Good!" The Miaoquan monk's eyes lit up, and the golden sand on his whole body became even brighter, and he took the punch with his head.

The blood bar of the Miaoquan monk dropped by about a quarter, and his body couldn't stop staggering two steps, looking dizzy.

But the Miao Fist Monk was also woken up by this punch, and it was very cool to beat Su Xingzhi unilaterally for one night, but it was also boring, but under Su Xingzhi's super learning ability, he was looking forward to this battle more and more.

The wonderful fist monk urged the wonderful boxing method, and tried his best to urge the golden sand trick, a pair of fists like a dream, making people unpredictable where the next punch would point.

Su Xingzhi also played with the spirit of twelve, most of the purple qi was condensed in the brain, in a more subtle spirit, Su Xingzhi urged the five ghosts to carry it with all his might, and carefully deduced the other party's wonderful boxing method, he felt that this set of boxing methods had been learned three or four out of ten, and he still relied on his perception to draw up a set of spiritual boxing in his own style.

Urging these two exercises at the same time, Su Xingzhiyue found that the Five Ghosts Handling and the Purple Qi Donglai Technique were really an excellent match, and in the world of 0.5 seconds delay, Su Xingzhi could better capture the other party's every move.

Feeling the fist style of the Miao Fist Monk, Su Xingzhi closed his eyes and substituted himself into the perspective of the Miao Fist Monk, just when the fist hit him only a few millimeters, at the last moment, Su Xingzhi held the fist of the Miao Fist Monk with one hand, increasing the output of purple qi, and the spiritual power bottomed out instantly.

Su Xingzhi almost circled in front of the Miaoquan monk like a swimming snake, and this punch also landed on his weaker abdomen.

Perhaps he miscalculated his own damage, and with a punch with all his strength, the body of the Miaoquan monk just shook on the ground, but he still resisted this punch stubbornly, and only one-third of the blood bar remained.

……

"Ha, sure enough, you can't do it in a day." Lying in the simulated warehouse, Su Xingzhi mourned.

The battle just now came to an end, and there was no suspense, and he didn't win a single victory in the whole night.

After throwing all his strength into a punch, Su Xingzhi had no drop of spiritual power in his body, and in the end, he was naturally won by the Miaoquan Monk.

Su Xingzhi found that although attaching purple qi to the spirit would allow the eyes to capture deeper details and more accurate time control, the world in his eyes seemed to be 0.5 seconds slower.

But what seems like a very buggy ability is actually not as powerful as it seems.

Not to mention the visible speed of spiritual power consumption, the slowdown of the world in his eyes by 0.5 seconds was just a slowdown in his eyes, and his body's reaction was too late to make behaviors and actions beyond this time.

The Miao Fist Monk is just clever in his fists, and he can accurately capture the position of Su Xingzhi's next dodge, but the speed of the punch is still relatively slow, so it is not difficult for Su Xingzhi to dodge.

If the opponent's punch speed is a little faster, I'm afraid it won't be so easy.

The most important thing is that he can't keep the purple qi gathering his brain for a long time, and this state was also named by Su Xingzhi, which is called the spiritual vision state.

He counted that in the case of rich spiritual power, he can support the spiritual vision state for five minutes at most, and if it exceeds five minutes, the spiritual power to maintain the spiritual vision will not only increase exponentially, but also put a greater burden on his body, once he withdraws from the spiritual vision beyond the time, he will continue to have a splitting headache and dizziness for a period of time.

Fortunately, this state of affairs is somewhat relieved after exiting the Arena match.

Lying in the simulated warehouse, Su Xingzhi tried to move his body, grinning in pain when he moved slightly.

It is said that he fought with the Miaoquan monk for one night, but it is better to say that he was beaten for one night, and the previous nine consecutive defeats made him a little weak, not to mention losing more than forty games in a row.

These more than forty battles are not battles that ended like a sword sealing his throat, the Miaoquan monk killed him more than forty times with one punch, and when he thought of his suicidal cultivation method, Su Xingzhi was a little cold now.

Struggling to get up from the simulated warehouse, the horizon in the distance was glowing white.

It happened to be dawn, and Su Xingzhi simply sat in the rest area and cultivated facing the rising sun.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and Su Xingzhi, who had absorbed some of the purple qi, spit out a mouthful of turbid qi from his mouth, and a trace of vitality appeared again in his originally dull eyes.

In the process of cultivation, Su Xingzhi also integrated the boxing techniques learned by the five ghosts last night, forming a kind of boxing method with his personal style.

Although it can't be called a boxing technique, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a stronger fighting technique.

"Is it the head of a hundred schools...... Sounds pretty good. Su Xingzhi smiled, thinking of going to the secret realm in the future, he could handle each of the eighteen martial arts of swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and he was full of them.

Although it was early in the morning, there were not many students on campus, but even fewer.

But this is understandable, after all, with the current work and rest of young people, most of them are staying up late, and this time is estimated to be immersed in sleep.

With a big stretch, Su Xingzhi got up from the ground.

As soon as he got up, there was a void under his feet, and he fell down.

Su Xingzhi smiled bitterly, he really tossed him last night.

After simply going to the temporary shower room of the academy and taking a shower, and eating a little in the cafeteria to fill his stomach, Su Xingzhi left the academy.

He still remembered that today was Ning Shuyan's birthday, and he promised him to participate.

"Good morning, master."

As soon as he got out of the school, Su Xingzhi saw a guy wearing a hat and a mask waving at him, judging from her long black dress, it was easy to tell that it was the immortal who usually had nothing to do at home and was like a waste.

Su Xingzhi walked over and said hello: "Morning, why are you here?" ”

Xian Ming brushed his hair up, rolled his eyes and said, "It's not because the master didn't return overnight, Luo Li didn't reply to the message, if it weren't for the fact that you kept showing that you were practicing, it is estimated that she would have come out to find you." ”

Su Xingzhi glanced at the Xiuzhen network and smiled apologetically.