In the ring, Ruan Zun and Shan Tinggui stood opposite each other, clasping their fists and saluting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then, after the judges announced the start of the game, the two of them each stepped back, and Ruan Zun untied the fine iron sword from behind his back, while the opponent held the water splitting fork in his hand, which was more than a foot long.

Judging from the opponent's weapon, he should be going to attack in close quarters. However, Wei Dingguo said that he was good at water and ice spiritual attacks, and it was a long-range attack. Anyway, Ruan Zun decided to take a look.

It was a very low young man, wearing an ordinary training uniform issued by the Spiritual Academy, and his every move was no different from an ordinary person.

"I've heard of you. The deep boy said, "Shoot." ”

"Good. Ruan Zun didn't talk nonsense, and used the basic trick in the sword technique of slashing snakes and chasing deer, antler spying. The opponent's left hand split the water and the short fork greeted each other, and with a ding, the weapons intersected, and each retreated.

This was only the first temptation, and both of them only showed three or four points of strength.

Long blades against short blades, as the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, but Ruan Zun does not rush to attack, nor does he take the lead. Just like Zhao Zhizhao, he believes that what he lacks is actual combat experience, and he needs to constantly ponder and improve in battle.

The other party is afraid that he also has the same thoughts, waving two water splitting forks, often retreating with one touch, and rarely rushing.

Steady, very steady. This is Ruan Zun's deepest impression.

Since the other party is calm, you can't be in a hurry, so follow the other party's rhythm first. Thinking like this, he also tried his best to use the basic spiritual skills of the Spirit Academy to deal with the other party.

The scene looked uneventful, and some of the audience were impatient and had moved on to another ring.

Weng Qingxin was also impatient, and said to the little fat man: "Then what Shan Tinggui, is he quite calm? I heard that you have an old friendship with him, does Ruan Zun have any chance of winning? The two of them are grinding here, and it is uncomfortable to see people." ”

The little fat man was unusual, calmed down, and said: "If Ruan Zun comes up and rushes to attack, can't stand the opponent's entanglement, and wants to fight quickly, then it will be difficult for him to win." But now that he has calmed down and grinded with the other party like this, I think I have a chance of winning. As the two were talking, a person next to them came over, "Wei Xiaopang, have you opened in this ring?

Everyone looked up and saw that this person was the hottest figure in this big competition, Fang Shixin from the Fang family in Chang'an, and he was also the first person in the Tianling Department, and one of the people with the highest call to win the championship in this big competition. This person is not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, he looks like a handsome son, but he is born like a crown of jade, which attracts the attention of people around him. Especially some female students, there is a lot of admiration in the eyes of them.

"New brother. Wei Dingguo looked very respectful of him, and said with a smile on his face, "Brother Xin, you don't know my virtue, you just like this in your life, even if you don't make money, you have to open a handicap." The handicap I opened here at this time is already 1 to 4, and most of the people who buy old singles win. ”

"Oh?" Fang Shixin said, "Then how about I also place two bets?"

"The new brother is willing to bet, of course, it is unbelievable. Wei Dingguo said, "The little brother can draw water from it, and he can also make a small fortune." I just don't know which side the new brother will bet on and how much to bet on?" looked at the other party, for fear that the other party would win by betting on Ruan Zun.

Fang Shixin took out ten spirit crystals, put them in his hand, and then looked at the two sides of the battle in the ring for a while, pondered for a while, and finally decided: "Bet on Tinggui to win." ”

Ho. Wei Dingguo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his face looked painful.

Fang Shixinqi said: "You open a gambling market, draw water from it, the more bets, the more profits you make." What do you do with that?"

Wei Dingguo said depressedly: "Don't hide it from Brother Xin, I have put a lot of money on this Ruan Zun. If I don't bet on him to win, the bets are so different that I'm afraid no one will come. ”

Fang Shixin laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

"Stinky boy, you must be angry. If you lose, brother, I'm really going to sell my ass on the street. Wei Dingguo looked at Ruan Zun in the ring and thought with a blank eye.

The two people in the ring were still unhurried and went back and forth.

Emperor Zhezong put his hands on his head, as if he was already pretending to sleep. The other people around me are no longer interested, and they are looking out for their own thoughts. Only Master Li and Lu Jiuyuan were still paying attention from afar.

And the people who were originally concerned about the ring walked seventy or eighty percent, and they all went to see the battle of the beautiful Luo Qingxuan in the other ring.

In the field, after Ruan Zun played the last move of the sword technique of slashing snakes and chasing deer, he reflexively, his body swung out of Zhang Yuyuan, and landed in a corner of the ring.

This round of crescent moon came very suddenly!

Suddenly, it was as if in a gentle spring breeze, and suddenly a reckless beast fell.

This is a trick in the Moon Fan. Ruan Zun has already practiced it proficiently, and turned the fan method into a sword technique, and the effect is not bad.

This move also made the mouths of the people who were still paying attention in the audience let out a "huh" in unison.

"Are you finally going to use moves other than the four spiritual skills of the Spirit Academy?" A faint smile line appeared on the corner of Shan Tinggui's mouth, and the figure moved lightly, and the spiritual power gradually dissipated, making the figure as hazy as if it was in a mist. The crescent moon crossed and suddenly split the mist into two pieces, but Shan Tinggui in between was gone.

The crescent moon continued to gain momentum, and it crashed into the corner of the ring, hitting the corner pillar, and with a bang, I saw the rubble splashing everywhere, and the corner pillar was actually knocked out of a long deep scar.

"Oh!" many of the spectators around gasped.

"You're not a spiritual skill of the Spirit Academy. Shan Tinggui's figure appeared from the mist that had not yet dissipated on one of the sides, and in his hands, the pair of water splitting forks were especially glowing with a misty white light.

"Yours is not the Spirit Courtyard Spiritual Skill. Nguyen Zun was-for-tat. He reached out and wiped his face, which was wet, as if it was raining in the sky. However, this is a sunny day, where does the rain come from?

When he looked up, he found that the ring had been shrouded in mist. It turned out that the two pieces of mist that had been split by him, after they were separated, rose up and rose to more than two feet above the ring, turning into layers of water vapor and falling down.

And in this rain, it seems to contain spiritual power, and wherever it falls on the body, it will be destroyed instantly, and then on the surface of the body, there will be a feeling of soreness and numbness.

I'll go, what kind of trick is this, acid rain?

Moreover, this kind of sour hemp has a great impact on one's own actions, and it is very easy to deform spiritual power or moves.

And the other party seemed to be using spiritual power, and a huge ice blade with a length of more than three feet appeared on the two water splitting forks? This kind of ice front seemed to make those two water splitting forks turn into two ice swords.

Ruan Zun had no doubt that the texture of these two ice spikes was by no means worse than that of refined iron.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I secretly shouted "Shaking Spirit Style!" to urge the spiritual power, and use the method of shaking the Spirit Style, aiming at the top of the head, which is a spiritual strike! The rain and fog suddenly dispersed, turning into water droplets, and at the same time, two ice fronts also stabbed head-on with a huge chill!