Although the Miao Fist Monk was stronger, Su Xingzhi was not afraid at all.

There is a chasm between the foundation building period and the foundation building period, if there is an old monster in the Jindan stage and the Yuan infant stage that suppresses the spiritual power in front of him, Su Xingzhi may still be afraid, but in the face of an ordinary monk, Su Xingzhi doesn't care much.

Although Su Xingzhi pulled the Miaoquan monk to let him spar that day, he was beaten with one punch and one punch all night, and no one could feel good in the place.

Quietly waiting for the countdown to end, Su Xingzhi closed his eyes lightly, and thought to himself: "Miaoquan Monk Daoist, since you sent it to the door yourself, don't blame me!" ”

At the next moment when the countdown ended, Su Xingzhi rushed out with a long sword in his hand.

The speed was as fast as a locust crossing the border, sparing no effort to urge the purple qi to come from the east, condensing the purple qi on his feet, and before the Miao Fist monk opened his eyes, Su Xingzhi came to him.

A sword sealed the throat, without the slightest drag, and won the battle neatly.

As soon as he returned to the matching hall, Su Xingzhi received a message from the Miaoquan monk.

Monk Miaoquan: "??? ”

Su Xingzhi thought for a while and replied, "? What's going on, it's buggy, right? ”

The game just now was so fast that the Miaoquan monk ended before he could open his eyes, so he didn't see Su Xingzhi's movements clearly, he only felt a gust of wind coming to his face, and he was blocked by a sword.

Su Xingzhi recalled the feeling just now, and was a little unsatisfied, so he sent a message to the Miaoquan monk: "Let's do it again, it may be a small bug just now, and we have to repair this broken system." ”

The monk couldn't figure out how he lost just now, so he nodded and replied.

Su Xingzhi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, he was still a little worried that the Miaoquan Monk would watch the battle replay because he lost in vain, and he was relieved when he said this.

"I'm sorry, Monk Miaoquan! The feeling of a sword closing the throat is really addictive! Su Xingzhi secretly apologized to the Miaoquan monk in his heart, and then entered the dueling arena.

Continuing to enter the state of counting, this time Su Xingzhi did not plan to fight so quickly, and in terms of weapons, he also chose the standard long sword used in the previous game.

Since seeing Lin Wanming dancing with a sword in the secret realm, Su Xingzhi has grasped a few tricks of swordsmanship, although he doesn't know any swordsmanship yet, Su Xingzhi faintly feels that if he can integrate the part of the five ghosts that he has moved, he will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort no matter how much swordsmanship he cultivates in the future.

The countdown was over, and the two stood on the dueling arena.

This time, the Miao Fist Monk opened his eyes very presciently.

Facing the Miaoquan monk again, Su Xingzhi was standing here with a completely different mentality, if the last time he faced him with the attitude of asking for advice from the other party, then once he had the meaning of pointing the other party.

"Advise!" The Wonderful Fist Monk gives a salute

"Okay." Su Xingzhi returned the courtesy.

Standing in front of the Miaoquan Monk, Su Xingzhi had a feeling of facing a smooth rock, the Miaoquan Monk was more calm than before, a pair of fists were always raised to his waist, and his feet were firmly rooted on the ground like nails, without any intention of moving.

If it was Su Xingzhi before, he might have cautiously observed in place, but now that his strength brought him confidence, he proudly walked towards the Miaoquan monk with his sword.

Just when the two were only a few meters away from each other, the Miaoquan monk suddenly moved.

A pair of fists turned into palms and came towards Su Xingzhi's waist, although the movement was not fast, Su Xingzhi saw that there were two faint shadows behind the palms.

The two shadows are always at a distance from the main body, the second shadow seems to be chasing the first shadow, and the first shadow is chasing his palm.

Just when Su Xingzhi thought that this palm was slapped on him, the Miaoquan monk suddenly withdrew his hand, and his palm turned into a fist and slapped towards Su Xingzhi's face, and the first afterimage also chased over in the direction of his hand.

And the second afterimage was like an entity, slapping on Su Xingzhi's body, causing his blood bar to drop a little bit.

Su Xingzhi's eyes lit up, he could dodge this punch and the palm just now, but it was not necessary, anyway, it was scraping both horizontally and vertically, but he was quite interested in this punch.

The second punch landed on Su Xingzhi's face door, but unfortunately it was still not the fist of the Miao Fist monk, but the first afterimage behind.

With the last punch, the Miaoquan monk turned around, and the body of the fist landed on Su Xingzhi's chest.

After three punches, Su Xingzhi was also beaten.

The Miaoquan monk was stunned for a moment, looked at Su Xingzhi's blood bar, and said solemnly: "Your strength has improved."

Su Xingzhi smiled and said, "It's not just as simple as improving."

As he spoke, Su Xingzhi turned the long sword, and the long sword floated parallel to the ground, and Su Xingzhi stood up.

Seeing such an operation, the Miaoquan monk's mouth widened, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly: "I didn't lose unjustly, I didn't expect that you would break through to the foundation building period after just three or four days of not seeing each other, I really suspect that you grew up taking pills."

After speaking, the Miao Fist Monk decisively clicked to surrender.

It's the same, it can't be defeated anyway, so it's better to quit than to be killed.

This surrender is also exclusive to the invitation to fight, and if it is a match-to-match match, it will take 20 minutes to surrender.

Back in the matching hall, Su Xingzhi once again received a message from the Miao Fist Monk.

"People are more envious of the dead than others, I originally just wanted to see how far you have improved, but I didn't expect that I have broken through to the foundation building period, not to mention, I went to cultivate, and I will definitely surpass you next time."

Between the lines, Su Xingzhi could hear the confidence in his words.

Although Su Xingzhi didn't know where the Miaoquan Monk's confidence came from, he still sent him a word of cheering.

Back to the match, this time Su Xingzhi didn't have anything to do, and directly clicked on the match to enter the game.

His opponent was a middle-aged man with a stick, with a meticulous appearance, and his body was dressed in what seemed to be the same temple attire.

"Advise me."

After the countdown was over, the middle-aged man said hello slightly, and Su Xingzhi also replied, I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt as if he had forgotten something.

When the strange feeling came, Su Xingzhi scratched his head, and suddenly thought of where the strange feeling came from.

He's obviously coming here to practice swords, but what about swords!

Slapping his palms suddenly, Su Xingzhi realized that he had just entered the match and forgot to take the sword, which means that he was now facing the middle-aged man with his bare hands.

Just thinking about it, the middle-aged man with a stick rushed towards Su Xingzhi, and an auspicious cloud seemed to rise under his feet.