Therefore, on Kunlun Mountain, the disciples in Tsing Yi and the disciples in Blue Clothes, as apprentices who are still in the stage of learning art, basically no one will challenge them except for their own practice internally. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After all, there is no glory in winning, and it is even more humiliating when you lose.

But this senior brother in front of him actually didn't care? Huang Chang glanced at the other party a few more times, and vaguely recognized that this senior brother seemed to be surnamed Fan, a member of the Sect Law Enforcement Hall. It is almost the peak of the middle stage of qi refining, the appearance of the six heavens. However, the Law Enforcement Hall needs to suppress lawbreakers, and it has always been unique in terms of actual combat. The first Iron Crown Daoist in the Law Enforcement Hall is known as the first master below the West Kunlun Jindan, and his art industry is extremely amazing. His direct subordinates are definitely stronger than the ordinary Six Heavens in terms of combat power.

However, this is also in line with Huang Chang's intention to find a master to learn, since Senior Brother Fan is not afraid of losing face, then he has nothing to say, so he immediately responded:

"Okay, then ask Senior Brother for advice!"

The two entered separately, and Huang Chang still went to get a Tieli wooden stick for practice. When Senior Brother Fan saw him using a stick, he smiled and went to pick up a stick, which surprised Huang Chang a little-he was good at using sticks, could the other party also be good at this?

Seeing Huang Chang's face, Senior Brother Fan could roughly guess his thoughts, so he smiled slightly:

"The stick is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and all kinds of instruments in the world are involved in the stick method. When we are out and about, we will encounter all kinds of situations, and we may not all have weapons in hand. There are also a lot of times when you look for a thick branch to meet the enemy. ”

Huang Chang nodded, no longer hesitating. The two of them held sticks opposite each other, circled each other in a small half circle, and suddenly rushed up at the same time.

There was a "crackling" sound, and the long sticks exchanged blows in the air, Huang Chang only felt a sharp shock in his hand, and the weapon almost flew out of his hand - a very strange concussive force came from the opponent's stick, which was transmitted from the weapon to him. The muscles of the whole body trembled as if they were electrified, and they were very sad.

"Shocking energy?"

Huang Chang was taken aback, this kind of internal force use method similar to "fighting cattle across the mountain" is very common among martial artists, but immortal cultivators usually don't bother to practice this, because there are not many opportunities to use it, and the effect on monks is also limited.

- Huang Chang silently used his mana to calm down the discomfort in his body, but then the other party slashed again, and Huang Chang parried again, but this time there seemed to be a rotating suction force on the opponent's stick, which threw the weapon in his hand away at once. If it weren't for Huang Chang's strength, which far surpassed that of ordinary monks, he almost lost his weapon again.

"Spiral strength, isn't this Senior Brother Fan also a martial arts monk, and he is so skilled in the special application of internal force?"

Huang Chang was surprised, he didn't dare to fight with the other party anymore, and with a light tap of his finger, a flame immediately rose from the stick. At the same time, the head of the stick trembled slightly, and a cloud of scorching energy rushed towards the other party - he still had an old habit: when he met a martial arts master, he would use spells, and when he met an immortal cultivator, he would fight for internal strength. Anyway, immortal cultivators are often inferior to him in martial arts, and authentic martial artists are not as good at using spells as him.

It's a pity that this time he seems to have met a nemesis - just as he cast the "Flame Divine Soldier" Dao method on the stick, that Senior Brother Fan smiled slightly, and it was also a hand pinching spell, and a wisp of cold appeared on the stick in his hand, and a frost flower instantly appeared, but he used the corresponding frost spell, and the power of frost was also condensed on his stick. And it also punched out a cloud of cold air.

Ice and fire struck, both annihilated, and then the sticks of the two collided a few times, and they were all evenly matched. But Huang Chang's stick was constantly burning, and the frost power used by the opponent could make the weapon tougher. So after a while, only a short piece of the wooden stick in Huang Chang's hand remained.

However, Huang Chang did not admit defeat, and casually threw the burning half-cut stick as a hidden weapon at the opponent. At the same time, with a rub of his fingers, a fine iron rod engraved with runes appeared in his hand - whether it is a martial artist or an immortal cultivator, there must be spare weapons when walking the rivers and lakes, and an immortal cultivator with a portable storage space will definitely carry a large amount of equipment and materials. As long as the speed is fast enough in actual combat, it is very common to change spare weapons, which is not a cheat.

Senior Brother Fan saw that he did not reach out to his waist, but directly conjured an iron rod in the palm of his hand, and his eyes suddenly froze - it is true that some old Jianghu monks like to tie the Qiankun bag to their arms, so that when they get the items, they will be a little faster, and they can just shake each other's hands. But Huang Chang didn't even make this action, and a weapon appeared in his hand with a movement of his fingers. That means his storage is on his finger - is it a Qiankun ring?

Gu was not surprised, Huang Chang had already swung his stick and rushed over. The two fought again, this time it was Senior Brother Fan who suffered a loss in weapons, and after several forcible parries, the wooden stick broke.

Senior Brother Fan also casually took out a pair of Mandarin Duck Talisman soldiers from the Qiankun bag on his waist to attack Huang Chang, which was his usual weapon. The moves of Qimen weapons are quite strange, but Huang Chang only firmly grasped the characteristics of his own iron rod and his powerful moves, and kept smashing down one stick after another, forcing the opponent to resist him continuously. After using the power of the above runes several times, Senior Brother Fan threw the pair of mandarin ducks on the ground - the mana on them was too consumed, and it could be replenished afterwards now, but if it was used any longer, it would damage the quality of the runes.

There is no need to waste spirit stones in the internal competition of the same door, so the talisman is temporarily abandoned when it is used to this extent, and it is considered to be broken. Seeing this, Huang Chang also threw down the fine iron rod, which was considered to be the damage of the Fu soldiers on both sides at the same time, which was also a tacit understanding on the martial arts field.

However, Huang Chang immediately conjured up a cooked copper stick, which was also a talisman engraved with spell runes on it. I was stunned for a moment - everyone usually brings different spare weapons to meet the different needs under different conditions. Who would carry several of the same weapons and really go out with an arsenal on their backs?

For example, Senior Brother Fan himself took out another long sword and used his swordsmanship to fight with Huang Chang. Although the martial arts he mastered were mixed, they were really profound, and even if the swordsmanship was not what he was best at, he was still on a par with Huang Chang. And after the fight started, he found that the original two sticks were still slightly different - the spells on the fine iron rods were mainly fire, and the cooked copper rods were more thunder spells, and there was a "crackling" sound while fighting, and thunderbolts continued to come out, and their power was not weaker than just now.

Dozens of rounds later, the talisman soldiers in the hands of the two landed again. Senior Brother Fan frowned slightly, and brushed his palm over the Qiankun bag, but this time he took out again, but there was only a long dagger - his Qiankun bag had limited space, and he had to bring other things, so it was impossible to stuff a lot of spare weapons after all.

Look at each other again? Finally, they didn't come up with another stick. But Huang Chang's movements remained the same as just now: as soon as he rubbed his fingers, one was long and one short, and two sharp scimitars appeared in his hands.