Zhang Jingqing's current mood is difficult to describe.

Demons, two demons.

Zhang Zhiwei is just that.

Russell was young, not only touched the state of unity between heaven and man, but also the wonderful use of the red dust breath just now was even more amazing.

can actually move Zhang Zhiwei's Dao heart, this is not an ordinary means.

At present, most of the cultivators are far away from the red dust and strive to pursue the state of unity between heaven and man.

Life is short for a few decades, and who can practice two almost opposite minds?

Zhang Zhiwei has this talent, but his nature is too dusty, and he can't cultivate the way of red dust.

Immediately after, Zhang suddenly had a good idea.

For so many years, he has been looking for someone who can suppress Zhang Zhiwei.

Let him experience what it feels like to be defeated.

With this feeling, he will be able to understand those who have been defeated by him, and he will be able to come down from the clouds.

Now, he finally sees hope in Russell.

Russell is not yet eighteen, and there is huge room for growth!

Zhang Jingqing believes that over time, Zhang Zhiwei's perfect humanity will definitely be shaped by Russell's hands.

"Ahem." Zhang Jingqing stood up and looked at Russell and Zhang Zhiwei, "Why don't you go to the martial arts arena in the back." ”

"It's more spacious in there."

Russell was overjoyed in his heart and arched his hand: "Thank you for the success." ”

He asked Zhang Zhiwei to salute again, but found that Zhang Zhiwei had jumped to the door.

"Senior brother, hurry up, hurry up."

Zhang Zhiwei's face was full of excitement, and his eyes were full of impatience.

Soon, Russell and Zhang Zhiwei were standing in the martial arts arena covered with white stone slabs.

Zhang Jingqing stood on the sidelines, very focused.

No matter who of the two was injured, he was distressed and had to be prepared.

When Zhang Zhiwei's younger brother Tian Jinzhong saw this scene, he hurriedly called his friends and friends, and even those who were recuperating from injuries rushed over to see the excitement.

"Senior brother, please!" Zhang Zhiwei's eyes widened, and the golden light on his body gushed out, constantly changing his form, like water and fire.

Russell clenched his fists, and the golden light condensed around his body like a mountain.

The disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion who were watching suddenly let out a burst of exclamations.

I have long heard that my master made an exception to pass the golden light spell to the people outside the door, but this outsider's cultivation is better than his own......

It's complicated inside.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes lit up, and his body couldn't resist the urge to fight.

With his feet on the ground, he pounced on Russell faster than the falcon.

Fire Escape: Howe Fireball Technique!

Seeing Russell's seal, a flame instantly spat out of his mouth.

The flames swelled in the wind, and in an instant, it became a fireball with a diameter of three meters, like a mountain stone, rolling towards Zhang Zhiwei.

Tian Jinzhong felt as if he had come to the Flame Mountain, and he was still twenty meters away from the fireball, and his hairs were curled up.

Zhang Zhiwei staggered forward and retreated alternately with his feet.

He stretched out his left hand, which was covered in golden light, and gently touched it on the fireball.

The next moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Zhiwei's mouth and shouted: "Senior brother, look at my new enlightenment!" ”

His left hand plunged directly into the fireball, and his arm swayed as if he were stirring up a pool of water.

The fireball that was originally advancing suddenly stopped, and there were ripples on the surface.

In Russell's shocked gaze, Zhang Zhiwei stepped out of Tiangang, drew a circle with his left hand, and the fireball was thrown around by him, rushing towards Russell as it was.

Hair extensions!?

Hokage-Orochimaru:!

Demon Slayer-Tired: What's the matter, Brother Snake, is there anything surprising about this?

Hokage-Orochimaru: Chakra is a convergence of spirit and energy, and the ninjutsu that is released bears a strong personal mark.

Hokage-Orochimaru: If the pure Dou Twist Star shifts, the fireball will explode the moment it is twisted.

Hokage-Orochimaru: But Zhang Zhiwei's hand is more like reversing the spiritual attributes in the fireball, allowing it to take the initiative to attack its original owner.

Harry Potter: Uchiha's fan rebound?

Hokage-Orochimaru: Hmm...... Pretty much.

Demon Slayer-Tired: I don't understand, but it's awesome.

Russell obviously has a more intuitive experience of Zhang Zhiwei's methods than Orochimaru.

This fireball has rebelled, the kind that can't be persuaded to come back.

He sealed with one hand, and a wall of ice lay between the fireball and himself.

Rumble!

The fireball exploded, and the scattered heat wave roasted the onlookers to the point of screaming.

Click.

The ice wall revealed white cracks, Russell's pupils shrank, and a golden club pierced out, and he reached out to block it.

But the golden rod seemed to have eyes, and the head of the stick suddenly turned into a soft whip, turned into a thorn into a sweep, bypassed Russell's hand, and struck him on the chest.

Russell's face remained unchanged, as if he knew that the golden stick would change his tricks like this.

He only took a step back, his right hand pointing into a knife, and the golden light exuded a sharp aura.

With just a slight wave of his arm, the head of the incoming stick was cut off.

"Ah, Huaiyi's trick was also learned by you?" Zhang Zhiwei scratched his head, and the stick condensed by the golden light spell was on his shoulder.

He crouched on the ice wall, looking like he had a headache.

"Hehe, senior brother, don't tell you that you haven't learned." Russell grinned, his eyes full of teasing.

"Haha, that's not a good idea." Zhang Zhiwei jumped down from the ice wall, grabbed the end of the golden stick with both hands, and hit Russell with his head.

The golden rod oppressed the air and made a dull 'whirring' sound.

Just from the sound of the voice, this stick has at least a thousand catties of strength.

Russell's hands were clenched, and the same golden rod condensed.

Draw a circle with your right foot and step back, then take your body with your right foot as the axis, and twist your waist across the force.

The tendons on the thighs and back rattled, and the golden rod drew a large circle from right to left, whistling upwards.

While!

The sound was so loud that it shattered the cracked ice wall.

Tian Jin covered his ears, and his mind was full of buzzing echoes.

By the time they came to their senses, the two of them were already fighting together.

Chop, pick, pick, pluck, tease.

The two golden sticks danced dazzlingly.

Zhang Zhiwei's footwork was brought in steadily, and the stick method opened and closed widely, and smashed on the ground, which was a three-inch-deep pit.

Russell's footwork alternates between movement and static, and the movement is flexible with a stick, often pointing Zhang Zhiwei to retreat back to defense.

Jing Ze was vigorous and fierce, and collided with Zhang Zhiwei, splashing golden light, and the sound was like a bell.

Tian Jin and the others each counted the rounds, and some of them shook their heads when they counted to ten, and stopped counting.

However, Tian Jinzhong counted to thirty before he was defeated in the virtual match.

Zhang Jingqing nodded secretly.

In addition to Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong is also his favored protégé.

And down-to-earth, willing to endure hardships, and the talent is not bad.

If it weren't for the stubbornness in his roots, Zhang Jingqing would have wanted to cultivate him as the next generation of Heavenly Masters.

"Senior brother, let's do something different." Zhang Zhiwei used a stick to stand with Russell, freed his left hand, and thunder and lightning hissed in his palm.

Russell smiled, ice forming in his left hand.

The two of them dispersed the golden sticks at the same time and got into a close fight.

The fists and palms intersected, the electricity and ice collided, and the speed of the two was faster than ever.

Tian Jin and the others widened their eyes, and they couldn't see how many moves the two of them made in one breath when they were in pain.

After ten breaths.

Zhang Zhiwei's right hand resisted Russell's smashed left fist and bared his teeth.

Russell's strength was greater than his, and the golden light was condensed, as if it had been tempered by a thousand times.

It's hard, it seems to be a bit unbeatable.

But here's what's interesting.

Zhang Zhiwei stomped his right foot, and thunderbolt chains burst out around Russell's body, and he retreated, grinning and massaging his legs and feet.

It's really refreshing, but it really hurts.

Zhang Jingqing and Tian Jin looked intently at Russell who was trapped in the thunderbolt cage.

This trick, as long as you are trapped inside, no one can think of it without Zhang Zhiwei's permission.

Overtime......

It's too late to finish writing.

I'll change it tomorrow.

Push a book

Evolution: From Cat to Cologne

Monster hunting worldview, strange beast text.

The author is very dedicated, and he can get ten thousand days after it is put on the shelves.

(End of chapter)