Chapter Seventy-Eight: Tough and Unaware

Niu Baoguo chased after him, and finally got closer to Fan Dazhi, his right arm shook like a whip, and he was about to perform his stunt "Lightning Five Whips" again, when he suddenly hit his head against the wall, and his eyes suddenly turned black......

Fan Dazhi dodged left and right, but the eldest brother behind him chased after him, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of him shoulders and elbows, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Thinking of being bounced back by the invisible qi wall just now, Fan Dazhi's heart moved, his fingers pinched, and in an instant, he gathered the vitality of heaven and earth, and also laid a wall of qi in front of him, while his people moved sideways.

Niu Baoguo didn't notice for a while, hit his head on the air wall, his body slanted and slanted, at this time Fan Dazhi still maintained a running posture, and when his arms swung back and forth, his left fist happened to hit Niu Baoguo's face.

The scene seen by the onlookers in the audience was that the two of them chased and ran, Niu Baoguo's body suddenly fell weirdly, and he took Fan Dazhi's punch with his face.

Niu Baoguo hit the stars in his eyes, and then his face was in severe pain, and he lay on the ground, motionless, and passed out.

The crowd in the audience was in an uproar......

Fan Dazhi won, but he just concocted a wall of qi in the same way, and he won in a daze.

The teacher in charge of supervision announced the results of the competition loudly, and Fan Dazhi was stunned in place, not coming back to his senses.

The next person to challenge Fan Dazhi on stage was Ji Mo, a student from Minshan.

Ji Mo's long black hair was tied behind his head with a wooden stick, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was sickly pale, and although his robes were a little shabby, he still had a kind of royal nobility when he wore them.

Ji Mo looked at Fan Dazhi indifferently, and did not make a rash move, just now after observing the audience for a long time, he knew that the seemingly obsessive little black fat man in front of him was actually extremely flexible, and he had a natural sensitivity to the prediction of danger.

The other party didn't make a move, Fan Dazhi didn't take the initiative to attack, he ran for a long time just now, his stomach seemed to be a little hungry, he groped and rummaged on his body, searched all over his body, and only then did he find a few peanuts and beans from a pocket.

Rubbing the crispy skin of the peanut and blowing off the crumbs, Fan Dazhi couldn't wait to throw it into his mouth, chewing it.

"I hate people who eat and chirp!"

Ji Mo's voice was as cold as his people, and along with the voice, there were two small swords, one black and one white, with sharp blades, flying and circling in the air, like two small snakes, stabbing at Fan Dazhi.

"Oops!"

Fan Dazhi hugged his head and scurried, and a lazy donkey rolled around, dodging the black sword that stabbed him in the calf.

Ji Mo stood still, raised two fingers, and controlled the flying sword from afar, and for a while, the sword light flew in the ring, and Fan Dazhi was in danger.

With a "stab", Fan Dazhi's sleeve was cut by the flying sword, almost cutting his arm, feeling the sword light when the flying sword passed by, he muttered to himself: "Divine sense control? The sword is really powerful! โ€

Ji Mojian spun around at will, accelerated the offensive, and decided not to give this little black fat man a chance to breathe, and won the competition in one fell swoop.

A few days ago, he had already won three fights, and now with more and more eliminations, he has a good chance of finishing in the top 10 if he wins this one more.

Ji Mo's fingers changed the sword technique, and he stood calmly, with a smile on his face that was already in hand, and that smile was warm, like the sunshine in March.

Just in an instant, Ji Mo's smile froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Whoa...... Your flying sword is very fun, are they a male and a female? โ€

Fan Dazhi held the black sword in his hand, looked at it over and over like a curious baby, raised his face and asked with a smile.

Ji Mo's divine sense attached to the black sword had disappeared, as if the silk thread of the kite in his hand had been suddenly cut.

He was terrified in his heart, endured the stinging pain of Zhihai, pulled the white sword with his fingers, and stabbed Fan Dazhi.

"Ding Ding Ding" A series of crisp metal crashes sounded, and the small black sword in Fan Dazhi's hand flew up crookedly, smashing with the white sword.

"Isn't that so? Well...... Try your white sword for me, too, and I'll see if I can fly with two swords! โ€

Fan Dazhi looked at the flying sword hovering in the air, clapped his hands and smiled.

"Poofโ€”"

Ji Mo couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the small white sword fell......

The flying sword was connected to his mind, and the erasure of his divine consciousness by the black sword had already caused him a lot of damage, and the two swords struck each other, and the terrifying divine consciousness strength of the other party made him collapse instantly.

Because of his strong divine sense, Ji Mo can control two flying swords at the same time, and he is also well-known in Zhixing Academy, but he never expected that the divine sense flying sword that he was proud of would be easily broken by Fan Dazhi, and the strength of the other party's divine sense was far above himself, even more powerful than his master.

"The light of fireflies, even dare to compete with Haoyue!"

For a while, Ji Mo felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and secretly laughed at himself in his heart.

"Hey...... I'm sorry I hurt you, but I'll give you back this sword. โ€

Fan Dazhi was dodging just now, out of pure curiosity, and also tried to control the flying sword with his divine sense, seeing Ji Mo vomiting blood, he suddenly came to his senses, recalled the black sword with some apologies, and handed it to Ji Mo with both hands.

"Your Excellency...... Hidden deeply, Ji Mou's heart is convinced! โ€

Ji Mo took the flying sword, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked off the stage.

The audience was in an uproar again, and there was buzzing and discussion.

"Flying Sword Ji Mo actually lost? This little fat man is a bit of a doorway, huh? โ€

"Don't you see that he seems to be able to fly swords, even more powerful than Ji Mo!"

"I don't know how to pretend to understand, that's divine sense, understand? People are fighting for a divine attack! โ€

"Cut, according to what you said, why didn't the fat man start to use divine sense, since he fought for divine consciousness, why didn't the fat man have a flying sword? Why did you take away Ji Mo's flying sword? โ€

"You're the one who loves to lift the bar......"

"This little black fat man is very powerful, why haven't you heard of it before?"

"I remember, this guy once went to the dining hall to steal food, and it seems that he was punished and confined!

"Hey...... When you say this, I also have a little impression that this kid seems to be He An's brother! โ€

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In the midst of everyone's discussions, another challenger slowly walked into the ring, this person was wearing a crumpled gray cloth robe, in his twenties, but his forehead was full of wrinkles, and his eyebrows seemed to be perennial worries, forming a Sichuan character, his face was full of bitterness and hatred, but he looked like an honest man, but even the unlucky farmer in the disaster year.

After reporting the name, the supervising teacher announced the start of the competition.

The challenger named Tian Xiong hugged Fan Dazhi with his fists, and he didn't say much, his big hands and five fingers were stretched, and he grabbed Fan Dazhi with a bully.

Tian Xiong's appearance is not amazing, but his movements are extremely fast, his arms are extended, the joints on his body crackle like firecrackers, and the palm of his hand has not reached, and the wind is cold.

Fan Dazhi only felt that the other party's true qi was like a knife and a halberd, and it was already covered in all directions, no matter which direction he moved, it was difficult to escape the opponent's big hand.

Seeing that the big hand was getting closer and closer, and even the calluses on the palm of the hand, Fan Dazhi made a move that everyone didn't expect.

Tian Xiong's eyes flickered, and the little black fat man in front of him had disappeared.

There was a chorus of boos from the audience, mixed with chuckles......

Fan Dazhi got out from under Tian Xiong's crotch and swept towards the other side of the ring like a frightened rabbit.

Tian Xiong was stunned for a moment, turned around and at the same time, took out a short stick from his waist, squinted his eyes like an excellent hunter and looked at Fan Dazhi, took a few steps calmly, and swung out the stick......

The shadow of the stick was heavy, and the air seemed to be distorted, like a big net, enveloping Fan Dazhi.

"Return to the peak of the realm!"

"This is a master!"

Someone in the crowd of onlookers exclaimed......

Fan Dazhi felt the pressure, unprecedented pressure. This opponent seems to be stronger than the previous two, Tian Xiong seems to be slow, but in fact, his movements are extremely fast, his true qi is pervasive, and the needle prick makes people feel good, when he rushes over, it is like a wall, bringing Fan Dazhi a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.

"I don't think this can be beaten...... Throw in the towel! โ€

Fan Dazhi secretly said in his heart, he is not a competitive person, he has always been lazy and has a weak personality, and even to participate in this selection competition, He An forced him to come.

The short stick roared and smashed into Fan Dazhi's shoulder like lightning, and at the same time, a faint yellow light gushed out of the ground, enveloping his feet.

Fan Dazhi, who retreated quickly, seemed to have suddenly fallen into the quagmire with his shoes, unable to extricate himself......

"Five Elements Separation?"

Fan Dazhi raised his eyebrows, the pale yellow brilliance was clearly the separated earth attribute heaven and earth vitality, and the other party was a master close to the "Merge Dao Realm", and he had obviously comprehended the "Five Elements Separation Technique".

Fan Dazhi didn't have time to think too much, Tian Xiong's stick had already been smashed.

At the moment when the short stick was about to hit, Fan Dazhi's shoulder suddenly bloomed with a ball of golden light, and the golden mangs appeared out of thin air, as if a round shield blocked the short stick from striking hard.

Tian Xiong's expression was a little surprised, and he picked up the stick again and swept it towards Fan Dazhi's forehead......

Fan Dazhi's hands hanging down his waist kneaded quickly, as if kneading two doughs, and an inaudible rustling sound sounded on the ground, like the sound of seeds breaking through the soil.

It was as if a few small grasses had drilled out of the soil, poking out tender leaf buds, and a few wisps of green light emerged from the yellow light cluster on Fan Dazhi's feet, and in an instant, the yellow light cluster was shattered, and Fan Dazhi retreated quickly like an arrow.

Tian Xiong couldn't help but be moved, but he gritted his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks bulged, still unstoppable, and he swung his short stick and smashed it at Fan Dazhi.

"Boom!"

The air suddenly became hot, Tian Xiong's eyes were squinted by the strong light, his eyebrows became curled, and he was scorched to the point of burning, but there was a bitter chill under his feet.

Four flaming fireballs suddenly appeared, surrounding Tian Xiong, and three ice picks as sharp as thorns emerged from the ground, one of which stood between his legs dangerously.

If it weren't for the mercy of the other party's subordinates, at that moment just now, I am afraid that he would have been hit hard, Tian Xiong thought of this, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Looking up at the fireballs suspended around him, and looking down at the glittering ice picks under his crotch, Tian Xiong's eyes widened in disbelief and looked at Fan Dazhi in the distance.