"Can you ...... With a hidden weapon? ”

Fan Dazhi looked at Cui Zhixia, and his tone was very sincere.

Cui Zhixia smiled dumbly, and replied coldly: "There is no limit to the rules of the competition, of course you can use it!"

Fan Dazhi smiled when he heard this, and put his hand into his arms.

Cui Zhixia secretly condensed his vigilance, only to see Fan Dazhi sigh and take out a cloth bag from his arms, which sounded loudly, and after opening it, it turned out to be thistles, horse nails and the like, and I don't know how this guy hid in his arms.

Fan Dazhi grabbed a handful of thistle terrestris, fed a chicken with rice, and threw it at Cui Zhixia.

The onlookers in the audience almost dropped their jaws in shock, thinking that Fan Dazhi would shoot a heavenly maiden to scatter flowers or something, but they didn't expect to just scatter it casually, and some people in Longmen Academy couldn't help but laugh.

Cui Zhixia sideways to dodge, Fan Dazhi threw out another handful, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was sprinkled with thistles and horse rejection nails.

Cui Zhixia watched coldly, although these hidden weapons were sharp, they didn't seem to be quenched, but even so, he didn't dare to be careless, the sword wind swept away, and a powerful air flow gushed out from his body.

It was as if a strong wind was blowing, and the hidden weapons everywhere were swept into the corner like garbage.

Fan Dazhi didn't care, stuffed the empty cloth bag into his arms, took out a few broad beans, threw them into his mouth, and chewed loudly.

A cold light suddenly appeared, grazing Fan Dazhi's ears.

Cui Zhixia stepped forward and counted swords one after another, forcing Fan Dazhi to hurry.

"Wait...... Well...... Stop! ”

Dodging a few intertwined sword rays, Fan Dazhi stepped back, stretched out his fat hand and made a pause gesture.

"What are you going to do?"

Cui Zhixia frowned and stopped angrily.

Fan Dazhi lifted his robe, stretched his pants, and ripped off the belt of his trousers......

Loosened.

"The steamed buns I ate in the morning, the leek and egg filling, I ate a little bit!"

After he finished all this, he smiled at Cui Zhixia with some embarrassment: "Have you eaten in the morning?"

Cui Zhixia couldn't help but feel a little sick to his stomach when he looked at the fat man smiling brightly, and there was a leek leaf on his teeth.

He stabbed his sword with a fierce sword, and the long sword flashed with a ghostly glow, letting out a heart-palpitating roar.

Cui Zhixia's sword was fast and ruthless, under the urging of true qi, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword marks were drawn on the flat ground, Fan Dazhi twisted his body, avoiding the fatal sword in his chest, but the hem of his robe was cut out.

Cui Zhixia let out a roar, the sword momentum was even more urgent, swept like a storm, and Fan Dazhi was in danger in the cold light, he was a little embarrassed to dodge a sword that stabbed his throat, turned around and ran.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, only to see Fan Dazhi, a fat man, running up and trembling with fat on his body, and running all over the field at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his fat body type.

Cui Zhixia's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Fan Dazhi's back full of mockery, the true qi in the dantian slowly flowed out of his hand, flowing through the sword body as white as silver in his hand, and a straight black line suddenly appeared on the spine of the sword, just like a carpenter bouncing it with an ink fountain.

He gathered his breath and slashed a sword into the air between him and Fan Dazhi.

The white sword shadow slashed through the air, but a black sword qi stayed in the air, motionless.

In the cold air, a black line suddenly appeared.

Seeing this scene, Feng Shaotang's breathing in the audience instantly became cramped, and his eyes were slightly cold.

This is obviously a rune line.

"Sword Rune Dao?"

Cheng Ziya, who was watching from a distance, exclaimed in a low voice, and the flexible willow branch in his hand was broken by him.

Wei Zhilin said movingly: "Not bad! Draw a rune with sword qi, each sword qi is a rune line, and finally form a complete rune, which can attract more heaven and earth vitality and release powerful power. Unexpectedly...... This kid of the Cui family was able to perform such an amazing kendo technique. ”

The Sword Rune Dao is an extremely rare and powerful means, and ordinary Divine Rune Masters are very rare in the Great Chen Empire, not to mention the Sword Rune Dao of the Sword Rune Dual Cultivation.

Drawing a rune with sword qi, and drawing it in the empty air, is a hundred times more difficult than drawing it on rune paper with a pen, and there can be no deviation, otherwise it will not be able to resonate with the vitality of heaven and earth at all, compared to ordinary rune masters, the sword rune path is even more terrifying.

Many people knew that Cui Zhixia was the leader of the younger generation of the Cui family and a cultivator with excellent qualifications, but everyone never thought that he would be able to cast the Sword Rune Dao!

The onlookers of Longmen Academy became excited one by one, staring nervously at the ring, their faces showing joy and expectation.

Cui Zhixia's face was slightly mocking, but his eyes were extremely focused, he took out another sword, and an ink-colored rune line appeared in the air in front of him again, just blocking in front of Fan Dazhi.

Fan Dazhi stopped running at this time.

The sleeve of his right hand was already in tatters, and there were even several blood marks on the back of his hand, but what puzzled all the onlookers was that there was still no fear on his face at this moment, but he greeted Cui Zhixia with a heartless smile: "Hey, what kind of swordsmanship are you?" It's fun! ”

A black rune in the air began to exude terrifying energy, slashing towards Fan Dazhi like lightning.

impartially, it hit Fan Dazhi in the chest.

It was as if a thin stick had been struck on the thick cowhide, making a dull sound.

The students of Zhixing Academy who were watching in the audience exclaimed in unison, and the students of Longmen Academy cheered.

What everyone couldn't see was that the skin under Fan Dazhi's chest was glowing with a strange halo, and a few lines of shimmering golden runes faintly appeared, as if the body armor was blocking the violent energy of the black runes.

Fan Dazhi bent over and covered his chest, slowly straightened up, frowned at Cui Zhixia and said, "This black thing is really strong!"

Cui Zhixia saw the sword qi hit Fan Dazhi's body, and the other party was unharmed, and even the terrifying energy contained in the black rune line dissipated invisibly, and a strong sense of disbelief filled his brain.

How difficult it is to cultivate this sword talisman double cultivation by yourself, and how powerful it is!

He began to draw talismans at the age of three, began to practice swords at the age of six, and at the age of seventeen, he fused talismans and swordsmanship, and it was not until two years ago that he had a small success, and within two years, he had only shot twice with the sword rune, and those who had seen his sword talisman double cultivation had died under his sword.

However, the little black fat man in front of him, who was about the same age as himself, actually broke his two runes with his flesh, so that he didn't even complete a complete sword rune.

The audience also felt incredible, and they all exclaimed, and the students of Zhixing Academy were surprised and exclaimed.

Cui Zhixia quickly calmed down, he looked at Fan Dazhi seriously, and gradually, the corners of his mouth filled with more mockery.

"Nowadays, very few people practice stupid foreign exercises such as golden bell jars and iron cloth shirts, and what this fat man cultivates must be more advanced body protection exercises, but even if they are powerful, there are also cover doors."

Thinking of this, Cui Zhixia's body moved, who knew that as soon as he moved, Fan Dazhi took a few steps back and shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Cui Zhixia's face froze, and he clenched the hilt of the sword, only to see Fan Dazhi pouting his buttocks, his knees clamping his thighs against each other, rubbing his stomach with one hand and covering his buttocks with the other, looking like he couldn't hold back and was in a hurry.

Cui Zhixia turned his head in disgust and looked at the audience.

At this moment, the sound of farts sounded leisurely.

A big, loud fart, let go so much that it was called a thousand turns, and the tone was frustrated.

The sound began to be melodious like a Qiang flute, then like a suona whimper, and finally like a silk bamboo, and the aftermath lingered in the ears, endlessly.

Everyone in the audience burst into laughter.

Fan Dazhi seemed embarrassed and lowered his head, as if he was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Cui Zhixia couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to slash out another sword.

Suddenly, the air seemed to change a little strangely, Cui Zhixia's eyes shrank sharply, and three fireballs appeared above his head without warning, falling like meteors, the hot heat made him secretly frightened, and hurriedly flew to dodge.

Cui Zhixia took two steps back, avoiding the falling fireball, and suddenly there was a stinging pain under his feet, and the huge pain made him can't help but let out a miserable scream: "Ah-"

Cui Zhixia just opened his mouth and let out a short syllable, a flower in front of his eyes, a fist had suddenly arrived at the door, and his heart was cold, and the fist had turned into a palm and covered his mouth.

A strong stench with the smell of leeks poured into his mouth, rushing straight to the Tianling Gai, and Cui Zhixia was so smoked that he almost fainted.

He angrily swung out a few sword flowers, and Fan Dazhi had already floated away.

"How? My fart tastes good, right? ”

Fan Dazhi puffed out his cheeks, blew the aftertaste on his palm, and said to Cui Zhixia with a smile.

"Phew!"

Cui Zhixiajun's face was blue, and he took a sip and choked his throat, the stench made him want to gag.

"Hey~, you still vomit nuclear when you eat fart?"

Fan Dazhi looked surprised and said with a hippie smile.

The audience burst into laughter, Zhuge Guagua, holding his stomach with a smile, so excited that he almost rolled on the ground.

Several female students hid their faces and laughed, and some even laughed with tears.

Even the students of Longmen Academy couldn't help but laugh.

Cui Zhixia's face became a little distorted because of the pain, and he lifted his bloodstained foot and pierced a horse rejection nail under his foot.

This kind of horse rejection nail is connected by three sharp sharp blades to form a triangular sharp edge, which is thrown on the ground, and there is always a sharp sharp blade upward, which is used to block the charging war horse.

The sole of Cui Zhixia's boot was pierced by a horse rejection nail and pierced into the palm of his foot, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the nail hard, and blood burst out immediately.

The hidden weapon in the ring has long been swept to the corner by the energy, why did this horse rejection nail appear inexplicably at his feet, Cui Zhixia was a little puzzled in his heart.

He threw away the bloody nails, his face turned pale, he took a few deep breaths, felt the stench that still existed in his mouth, and his heart was filled with monstrous anger: "This Fan Dazhi must die!"

A majestic and majestic aura flowed out of Cui Zhixia's body, and his person turned into an afterimage, his feet rubbed a blood line on the ground, and pounced on Fan Dazhi like an eagle falcon.