With the operation of the beast god change, Zhang Wu's body began to be conceived and nourished by the beast god power, Wei Wei's destructive power of the sword rain was very strong, and the beast god armor naturally went without saying, and many parts of his body were penetrated by the sword rain.

The sword wound was fine into the cow's hair, there were more than fifty places all over the body, and each wound had a clear drizzle of sword intent, while recovering from the injury, Zhang Wu was engrossed in studying each sword intent.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Zhang Wu's injuries fully recovered.

Zhang Wu, who cultivated the transformation of the beast god, the recovery speed of the physical body was very perverted, and the ordinary knife cut the palm of the hand, and the wound could heal in a few breaths.

In contrast to the two, Zhang Wu was even more in awe of Wei Weiwu's sword intent.

The recondensed beast armor seemed to have been forged by fire, and it was even more charming.

"Zheng!"

Zhang Wu attracted all the beast god armor in his body, and the powerful aura unique to the beast god broke out of his body, and the beast god armor brought Zhang Wu a feeling that was stronger by more than three points.

"Buzz!"

The beast god power poured into the beast god armor in the palm of his right hand, and the mysterious lines began to slowly emerge on the beast god armor, with momentum like a rainbow and a shape like a mountain.

The moment all the textures appeared, Zhang Wu felt that his hand was not empty, as if he was holding a scepter that held the power of life and death in the world.

This is the true meaning of the beast god, the pinnacle of power.

"Click!"

The dull crackling sound came again, and the textured beast god armor was still overwhelmed, and was destroyed by the beast god's true intent and turned into nothing.

"Three seconds. ”

Zhang Wu looked at the palm of his right hand and said excitedly, this is the first time he clearly feels the true meaning of the beast god, although it is only a short moment, but this is undoubtedly a big step for Zhang Wu.

A beast god's true intent has such power, what kind of scene will the beast god armor that carries the true intent of the ten thousand beast gods be?

When he is promoted to the Heavenly Martial Realm, what level will the artistic conception of the beast god reach?

However, these are all secondary to the current Zhang Wu, and the current thing is to open the third realm of the Yin and Yang Eye to control the jade pattern.

Zhang Wu left Tongtian Mountain and wanted to go to Linlang Pavilion, but he was blocked before he could get out of Xiuyuan Tower.

"Hello senior. Zhang Wu greeted Fang Xiaohan respectfully.

Fang Xiaohan hugged his fists and saluted back: "I'm bothered." ”

Zhang Wu asked with trepidation: "Senior Fang, you won't also lack 500,000 credits!"

Fang Xiaohan smiled bitterly: "Credits, naturally, are lacking, but they are mainly entrusted by people to come and rub your sharpness." ”

"Wori!"

Zhang Wu's eyes were round, Fang Xiaohan was too upright, but also, with his cultivation and identity, if it weren't for the guidance of a master behind him, how could he put down his head and come to find him.

"Senior, can I admit defeat?" asked Zhang Wu weakly.

The last time Fang Xiaohan and Yan Xiaoyi competed for the head of the palace, Zhang Wu had seen it, and the attacks of the two couldn't even tell the difference between the high and low, so he wasn't looking for abuse!

They are also powerhouses in the Tianwu Realm, Fang Xiaohan and Wei Wei are definitely not the same level of existence.

Fang Xiaohan shook his head: "It doesn't seem to work." ”

There is no need for Zhang Wu to ask, this must be the ghost of Sun Lao and the master of the Dongfang Palace, he defeated Wei Wei and made them lose face, if they can't find it back this time, how can the students of the Fengtian Temple of the Ming Capital Mansion be embarrassed to graduate.

"Come on!" Zhang Wu readily agreed.

If this matter is not solved, he will not want to have a peaceful day in the future, Wei Wei's sword rain artistic conception has improved his understanding of the beast god's artistic conception a lot, although he can't beat Fang Xiaohan, but deep down he is still very much looking forward to Fang Xiaohan's martial god artistic conception.

With Zhang Wu's approval, Fang Xiaohan was relieved, and while retreating, a long sword slowly grew out of his hand, the sky-blue long sword was completely cast from cold ice, and under the refraction of the sun, it emitted a brilliant seven-colored light.

Fang Xiaohan said with a smile: "I'll make a move when I'm ready, this sword is called Fang Cun Han, it is the martial god artistic conception that I comprehended, your cultivation is much weaker than me, if you can break my square inch artistic conception, even if I lose the first challenge of the Ten Academies." ”

"Senior, make a move. ”

Zhang Wu is energetic, since this is the case, then there is no point in making a move, and he can just experience Fang Xiaohan's martial arts conception wholeheartedly.

Feeling the icy true intent emanating from Fang Xiaohan's body, the black-veined egg that stayed in Zhang Wu's sea of qi first became restless, and the violent beast divine power swept through Zhang Wu's body, and the powerful beast god will Zhang Wu was a little unable to control it.

The majesty of the beast god cannot be provoked!

In the dark, the will of the beast god began to confront the true intent of the cold ice.

Fang Xiaohan stepped out in one step, his feet instantly condensed into ice, the cold in his body was not afraid of the scorching sun, and directly gushed out of his body, and the surrounding air was affected by the cold air, and scattered snowflakes floated.

Hands up!

The blue storm fell directly on Zhang Wu, precise and fast, and Zhang Wu could not avoid it.

Of course, Zhang Wu at this moment had no intention of escaping at all, not to mention that he didn't even attract the Beast God Armor in absolute space.

When the storm dissipated and the snowflakes settled, Zhang Wu directly turned into an ice sculpture.

In every square inch, the sky and the earth are cold.

The ice was about three inches thick, and Zhang Wu's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was meditating, and his expression was calm and calm.

Fang Xiaohan, who came to the door to challenge, naturally didn't expect that it would end like this?

He was present when Zhang Wu faced Wei Wei, the former's means were not at the same level, and Dongfang Jibai repeatedly told him that Zhang Wu still had a half-step martial arts on his body, Fang Xiaohan never thought that Zhang Wu would give up resistance and directly use the cultivation of the Lingwu Realm to resist his own artistic conception.

Without the help of any external force, relying on his own comprehension of the artistic conception of the martial god to break through the artistic conception of the square inch.

Zhang Wu is arguing with himself!

"Sigh!" Fang Xiaohan frowned.

The destructive power of the cold ice true intent is the clearest, not to mention that Zhang Wu of the Lingwu Realm is a powerhouse of the Tianwu Realm who has comprehended the artistic conception of the Martial God, and it is impossible for him to gain the upper hand.

Fang Xiaohan couldn't feel Zhang Wu's heartbeat at all, and immediately stepped forward, just as he wanted to uncover Han Bing's seal on Zhang Wu, a familiar voice appeared in his mind.

"I haven't lost yet. Zhang Wu used his soul power to transmit the sound to Fang Xiaohan.

Fang Xiaohan's cold ice true intent and square inch artistic conception were several times stronger than Wei Wei's, and Zhang Wu didn't resist it, and the cold ice true intent blocked his body in an instant.

There are only two places left in the whole body.

One is the divine domain guarded by the jade pattern, and the other is naturally the old nest qi sea of black-patterned eggs.

The power of the beast god is fighting against the cold ice true intent that invaded the sea of qi, and with the blessing of the black-veined egg, the sea of qi can barely be sealed.

It is cold, between heaven and earth.

Sure enough, this level of chill can completely kill people invisibly, if Fang Xiaohan's real strength explodes, and the combination of kendo and chill, who in the Mingdu Mansion can resist it?

Zhang Wu naturally didn't think about this problem boringly, and immersed himself in the perception of the true meaning of the cold ice, in this confrontation of life and death, he saw the other side of the true meaning of the beast god from the power of the beast god.

This experience is completely different from copying the lines on the Beast God Armor.

Zhang Wu's mind was completely immersed in comprehending the true meaning of the beast god, and Fang Xiaohan outside was different, his mood was depressed, and he began to regret what he had just done.

I knew that it would be good to bring Zhang Wu to the martial arts arena and notify Dang Wu to come over and conduct a competition, but now this scene of not advancing or retreating is what's going on.

There were originally people coming and going in front of Xiuyuan Tower, Fang Xiaohan and Zhang Wu were the most eye-catching existences, and after a while, they attracted a large number of onlookers from students.

The news that Fang Xiaohan froze Zhang Wu with one move spread all over the Ming Capital Mansion in a short time.

Dang Wu rushed over with a black face for the first time, and he pressed one hand on the ice.

Fang Xiaohan reminded: "Party hall master, Zhang Wu has just passed the news of his soul, saying that he hasn't lost yet. ”

Dang Wu naturally discovered the mystery, this precious apprentice can surprise him every time, but he doesn't know what kind of medicine is bought in the gourd this time.

"If I'm not mistaken, I remember saying that I had to be there as a referee during the game. Dang Wu asked with a dark face.

Fang Xiaohan bowed down weakly: "Yes, I was too impulsive today, but I asked Zhang Wu before the challenge, and I only made a move after he agreed, and I hope that the hall master can understand." ”

Dang Wu said: "I forgive you, don't you tell the students of Mingdu Mansion that you can ignore the rules of the government! If you lose the three-month challenge, you will pay 100,000 credits out of pocket, and if you win, the 500,000 credits you will get confiscated, can you have any objections?"

"100,000 credits?" Fang Xiaohan, who lowered his head, instantly seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, and his eyes seemed to jump out.

"500,000 vs. 100,000, do you think it's unfair to bet?" asked Dang Wu.

Fang Xiaohan looked at the ten fingers he stretched out, he really wanted to cut off the five on the upper right, 100,000 credits was not a small amount for him, but the Mingdu Mansion forbade private fighting, this was the rule.

"Fair enough. Fang Xiaohan said stiffly.

After Dang Wu carefully inspected, he left alone, Fang Xiaohan looked at the ice sculpture in front of him, and he was really angry.

But he can't remove the artistic conception of Fangcun, because he has words first, once Zhang Wu breaks through the Fangcun domain, he will lose. Zhang Wu just made it clear that he hadn't lost yet, and once he removed the artistic conception of Fang Cun, it would mean that he had lost.

Of course, at the moment, he can't leave, once an accident happens, Zhang Wu dies here, he will be the first person responsible, and his life will be explained.

Therefore, Fang Xiaohan, who came to the door, could only eat the consequences of his own evil and silently guarded the ice sculpture he forged with his own hands.

There was an endless stream of people coming to visit the Ming Mansion, except for the message from Zhang Wu when he was just frozen, the latter did not move, and no one knew what he was doing.

Hit a stone with an egg, or sharpen a needle with an iron pestle!