The next day, the bell of Jiuyun Temple rang as usual, and Lu Chen rang the morning bell without hesitation. No matter what the outcome of yesterday's battle was, it would be just yesterday.

What needs more attention is tomorrow’s practice.

The winter sunshine arrived relatively late. When the sun gradually rose, Lu Cheng lazily got up from the bed.

In the kitchen, Yang Ming has already begun to work, wrapping the buns very quickly. The buns stuffed with three delicacies still smell of sweet shrimps when they are put on the steamer.

Sweet shrimps are rare in winter, and such plump sweet shrimps can only be found in a prosperous commercial province like Bekan.

The porridge this morning was a nourishing red bean sweet porridge. It would be a little sweet if used for breakfast, so Yang Ming prepared fresh shredded radish for today's side dishes.

He is in good condition today, probably because Lao Lu gave him the elixir yesterday. After a night's rest, his energy is very full.

After all, there is still a semi-finals game to be played today, and it won't work if the state is not good.

Lin Ruo was the first one to come to the kitchen and backyard today. Her breathing was very stable. Although there must be some emotional fluctuations, her state could still be seen from her breathing.

I have to say, she is in very good condition.

Girl Hu Yue stayed in bed today and got up very late, but she was still much earlier than Mo Lin. Naturally, Lu Cheng was the last one to come every time.

The taste of steamed buns with three delicacies is indeed surprisingly good. It is indeed rare and valuable to be able to eat steamed buns with three delicacies during this season.

"Senior sister, do you feel that Yang Ming is different today?"

Hu Yue asked, she did feel that Yang Ming had changed.

I don't know if it was because of the pill that Lao Lu stuffed into him yesterday, but Yang Ming was unusually energetic today.

Normally, it takes a long time to cook a dish, and I can only write a few words about a cucumber in the kitchen.

Today, it's different.

"Maybe he's in a better mood."

"Hmph, I gave him two spiritual treasures and also took me a Bodhi Creation Pill. It's no wonder he's in a bad mood!"

Lao Lu bit the bun. After spending a fortune, he had no intention of talking to Yang Ming.

"Uncle Master, what are those two spiritual treasures used for?"

"What else can it be used for? It can help him stabilize the five elements of Zhengjinzhenghuo."

Lao Lu ate three steamed buns and two bowls of porridge before he burped with satisfaction.

"Go away! Kick their butts!"

Lao Lu said dirty words and showed his disapproval of relatives again, so everyone tacitly agreed not to follow him.

Yang Ming is indeed in good condition today, and he feels confident standing under the ring holding the Bodhi Wishful Stick.

Although he was going up against Han Yue, a genius from the Legalist Han sect, there was no pressure on him.

After all, it shouldn't be a big problem for him to fight with Shu Xiu, who only uses a stick to train his body.

The members of the Legalist Hanmen are the only family in Zhongzhou Muzhong that specializes in martial arts. Unlike the castle tower, the formation secrets studied by the Legalist Hanmen are all related to the battlefield.

In the eyes of the magicians at the Castle Pavilion, the legalist and Han sect's magic can only kill people on the battlefield, but it is difficult to reach the level of elegance.

Because their techniques are too direct, too crude, and too meaningless for research.

Therefore, the scholars of the castle tower evaluate the Legalist Hanmen as "internally strong and externally strong".

But for them, the technique of killing is the best technique.

On the battlefield, the more enemies you can kill, the more likely you are to survive.

When Han Yue stood on the ring, the temperature of the entire ring seemed to have dropped a bit.

Among the Miyun Five Tigers, Li Yan talks the most, while Han Yue talks the least.

Or maybe he shouldn't say he talks the least, it would be more accurate to say he doesn't talk much.

If you can express it by nodding and shaking your head, try to use as few words as possible.

Han Yue is a very magical person. His title - Yu Shui, actually exists in such a place. Yu Shui is located in a cold place in the north of Dongxing Province. Yu Shui is a river that flows with ice all year round.

Not only does he have a cold personality, but most of the spells he uses are related to ice.

"This is really an ice cube man..."

When Yang Ming stepped onto the ring, facing Han Yue was like facing an ice sculpture.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were a little dull, and his skin color was snow-white.

Although Yang Ming didn't like Han Yue's flirtatious style, the girls in the audience were very cold about it.

Tickets for Tianheng Mountain have been selling very well these two days.

Yesterday was the fight of the century between Lu Chen and Tang Xin, and tickets were sold out.

Today is a special event for the Ice-Cold Boys fan club, and tickets are very popular.

There were even girls under the ring unfurling a banner with a line of large characters written on it: "Han Gongzi Pekan Province Fans Club".

This person is so handsome, even if they serve as soldiers, they can't hide their beauty, right?

"Senior Brother Han, please give me your advice, Yang Ming."

"Um."

Han Yue nodded, expressing his approval of Yang Ming.

Sure enough... he is a man who doesn't like to talk.

In this case, there is no need to say more, just start the fight and be done with it.

Following Mr. Hong's order and the sound of gongs, Yang Ming rushed towards Han Yue with a stick in hand. In Han Yue's hand, a peach wood sword was matched with magic gestures. In just half a second, a figure appeared under his feet. Ice blue array diagram.

For magicians, it is very simple to condense water vapor and turn it into ice.

Even in a waterless land, hard ice can be created with the help of formations.

As the magic circle appeared under Han Yue's feet, four or five slender ice cones condensed from behind him and shot towards Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's shadow step was at full range, but the ice pick couldn't hit him. Han Yue's attempt to use the ice pick to block his steps was too simple.

Just when Yang Ming avoided the ice pick and rushed towards Han Yue, the ice pick split into countless tiny ice needles, made a large circle in the air, and then stabbed towards Yang Ming.

The hardness and quantity of these ice needles are comparable to those produced by Ho Tung using a talisman.

is much stronger.

Yang Ming definitely couldn't attack Han Yue directly at this time. If he rushed forward rashly, he would only be attacked from both sides.

In this case, let’s break your ice needle first!

Yang Ming's whole body was surrounded by true energy, forming a layer of hard protective energy. The Bodhi Ruyi stick in his hand was spinning at high speed, trying to use the true energy and the stick to forcefully break the move!

If you want to break my ice needle, you must first ask me if I agree.

Han Yue faced Yang Ming with his peach wood sword. Sharp ice condensed on the peach wood sword. This sharpness could definitely break through Yang Ming's protective aura.

More importantly, the low temperature attached to this ice is enough for Yang Ming to eat a pot.

Yang Ming's Five Elements are perfect, and with his current Five Elements cultivation, he still cannot resist Han Yue's frost, which is blessed by the magic circle.

Any practitioner would have a better understanding of the Five Elements than Yang Ming does now.

Even Hu Yue, who doesn't use the Five Elements technique very much, as a practitioner, her understanding of the Five Elements is several blocks ahead of Yang Ming's.

After all, there are specializations in the profession, and it is simply a joke for you to compare your miscellaneous practice with other people's specializations.

With ice needles in front and ice blades behind, Yang Ming was suddenly in a dilemma.

If he ran, he could definitely run, but he couldn't win if he ran like this.

The ice needle can keep chasing him, and Han Yue can still block him with the ice knife.

This is a pursuit, a blockage, one has to be broken in order to have room to play.

After much thought, Yang Ming decided to give it a try.

The true energy of Zhengjin Zhenghuo is infused into the Bodhi Ruyi Stick, and is transformed into two different types through the Taiqing Jiyi Gong method and then mixed together.

As a result, the power of chaos and destruction appeared on the arena.

Yang Ming became more and more proficient in mastering this posture, but this posture was not comparable to Lin Ruo's sword posture and Lu Chen's fist posture.

It can only be regarded as a type of thing. It can be borrowed but cannot be used effectively.

Therefore, more understanding and experimentation are needed before borrowing can be put into practical use.

However, this chaotic and destructive force should be enough to deal with Ice Needle or Han Yue.

Seeing Yang Ming's sudden burst of momentum, Han Yue also suddenly changed his tactics.

The ice needles suddenly turned into water vapor all over the sky. The water vapor settled and gradually spread around Yang Ming's body. His clothes and skin began to be stained with water vapor.

"Changing tactics?"

Yang Ming wondered, Han Yue ignored Yang Ming and just waved the peach wood sword a few times and made a few magic gestures.

Suddenly, the formation under Han Yue moved in the direction of Yang Ming, and suddenly emitted an indigo light beside Yang Ming.

"This kid is so slow! Can't you just avoid him?"

Lao Lu, who was on the referee's table, complained about this fight. In his opinion, this fight was just like novices pecking each other.

What are you, Han Yue, doing so cool? Isn't it good to directly enlarge your moves to attack the enemy as soon as you come up? You have to test and test, what can you test?

The same goes for Yang Ming. He taught him Shadow Step and gave him Lingbao. However, when faced with the opponent's changing moves, he would just stay dumbfounded. He was simply stupid.

"Do you think everyone is like you? When you were competing with others, you just punched them out after registering your family name."

Zhang Laosi has always enjoyed exposing Lu Cheng's shortcomings. Lu Cheng's games back then were very efficient. It is said that some spectators took advantage of the intermission to go to the hut.

As a result, when he came back, Lu Cheng had just punched him after the fight, which was completely devoid of anything interesting.

The match in Lu Cheng was evaluated by Jianghu Monthly as the least entertaining match.

That's right. As a teenage Concentration Realm expert, wouldn't it be embarrassing to compare with a group of young people who have awakened their Qi?

Therefore, in the world competition, Lu Cheng won until the semi-finals, and then he started to play more excitingly.

At least it's not like punching a kid.

In addition, Lu Cheng's glorious deeds are countless and too numerous to mention.

Zhang Laosi has to keep these things and tease him slowly in the future.

"Why can't I move..."

After Yang Ming was wrapped in Han Yue's magic circle, his body felt very cold and dull. When the indigo light appeared, he was frozen there.

The combination of water vapor and the magic circle can produce a direct rapid freezing effect. This shows that Han Yue holds a position among the Miyun Five Tigers.

A qualified battlefield controller who can freeze, slow down, and kill.

Taking advantage of Yang Ming's immobility, Han Yue muttered a long list of spells in his mouth. Huge ice cones condensed on the peach wood sword in his hand, and an even bigger and more complex formation emerged from his feet.

Appear.

"Five Elements Summoning Technique?"

"Sister, that's not the Five Elements Summoning Technique, it's the Ice Condensation Formation."

Lin Ruo misunderstood Han Yue's formation, but Hu Yue was right. She had been tinkering with the ice magic talismans and the like for a while when she lost to He Dong.

So when Han Yue opened the formation, she had already recognized it.

The ice-condensing formation relies solely on true energy to condense a large amount of ice in a place without water or ice. This requires very precise control and practical experience in technique cultivation.

People who cultivate the gods have gone through thousands of ideas when practicing spells, so that they can produce the best results in actual combat.

Therefore, Han Yue's method of creating ice out of nothing and without water was also practiced very hard.

Immediately, the arena was covered with ice picks and icicles. Among the ice picks and icicles, Han Yue's spells still did not stop. Those ice picks and icicles seemed to suddenly come to life, forming a dragon-like shape under Han Yue's feet.

figure.

Frost transforms into a dragon!

Yang Ming was really anxious at this time. He was frozen and blocked from moving, and then Han Yue directly made matters worse for him.

Give him a shot of this ice dragon, and he'll be crippled even if he doesn't die.

The question of whether or not to die was not on Yang Ming's mind at this moment. He was thinking about the five Songhe Towers.

If we lose, won't we be in trouble?

That won't work.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming closed his eyes and recalled how he used two secret treasures to help him practice yesterday.

Taiqing Jiyi Gong can rectify the five behaviors and the three pure states, and refine the essence, energy, and spirit to help improve it.

The true Qi of Zhengjin and Zhenghuo is divided into Zhengjin Qi and Zhenghuo Qi in the body.

Zhengjin Zhenqi is upright and indestructible. It flows through the body and strengthens the muscles, bones, skin and flesh.

The Zhenghuo Zhenqi is sent out of the body through the essence, energy and spirit, and gathers Samadhi to become the Heavenly Fire.

Although Yang Ming can't do it now, there is still no problem in sending out the Zhenghuo Zhenqi.

But where to send it out...

Originally, Yang Ming connected the meridian in his hand to the Bodhi Wishful Wish Stick and sent the true energy directly to the Bodhi Wishful Wish Stick.

But now that his hand was sealed, he was a little confused about what to do.

No matter what, I can't hold it in any longer, so I just won't stop doing it.

Yang Ming took a deep breath, and then spurted out a ball of hot Qi from his mouth.

After being guided by Sanqing, the true energy gathered in Yang Ming's throat, and Yang Ming sneezed out.

"Spitting fire!"

"What kind of trick is this? I've never seen it before!"

"I heard that dragons can breathe fire, but I didn't expect that humans can do it too!"

“Worth it!”

Yang Ming sneezed and blew out the fire from his throat. The temperature of his whole body immediately rose a lot. He moved his hands and feet vigorously and seemed to be able to break free.

"break!"

Yang Ming waved his stick vigorously to disperse all the cold air surrounding him. When facing Han Yue and Binglong, he took a deep breath and prepared to rush forward and give him a good fight.

It was this breath of life that allowed him to breathe back the normal energy that he had not finished breathing out just now.

This time, the Zhengjin Zhenqi in your body has gone wild. I heard that your Zhengjinzhenqi was very crazy yesterday. I guess I caught you today.

Then, the two qi began to fight in Yang Ming's body.

"You're so damn stubborn, why do you do this!"

Facing the ice dragon of Han Yue, something suddenly happened in Yang Ming's body. Zhengjin Zhenqi chased Zhenghuo Zhenqi and ran wildly along the Qi veins. From top to bottom, Yang Ming's expression suddenly changed.

Very exciting.

"No, he must be pushed out!"

Just when Yang Ming was thinking about how to drain it out, Zhenghuo Zhenqi arrived at an awkward position in Yang Ming's body.

At that moment, Yang Ming thought a lot.

Do you want face or money? What is the meaning of life?

Yang Ming had never thought about it, but when Zhenghuo Zhenqi reached that awkward position, he seemed to have grown up in an instant.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cub! I'll fight hard!"

Following Yang Ming's roar, a tongue of fire spurted out from Yang Ming's butt!

"OMG……"

Lin Ruo hurriedly covered Hu Yue's and her own eyes. Yang Ming's move was so embarrassing that they both considered whether to cut off contact with Yang Ming from now on.

"Hahahahaha, farts bring sparks! Xiao Bazi, your apprentice is awesome!"

"It's over, it's over, my reputation will last forever!"

Lu Cheng couldn't laugh or cry at this moment. He was crying because his direct disciple actually farted and brought sparks during the competition. He was laughing because this kid should be able to win now.

Is it shameless to count money until one's hands are weak, or is it to save face and never have anything to do with money again?

Lao Lu took a swig of wine and sighed.

Some things are just so sudden and difficult to understand.

For example, Han Yue saw Yang Ming's butt on fire.

He was confused and didn't know what to do. But the ice dragon had already killed him. With tears in his eyes, Yang Ming came over with a stick carrying the power of destruction and chaos.

"Shocking, a humanoid dragon suddenly appeared at the Tianheng Mountain audition! Not only can it spit fire from its mouth, but it can also spit fire from its buttocks. It's very exciting."

Xiao Cai Wenwen of Jianghu Monthly had laughed so much that he shed tears, and wrote this report while suppressing stomach cramps.

If pain makes people grow, then Yang Ming seems to be old.

Although the Bodhi Wishful Stick defeated Han Yue's ice dragon, and although Han Yue's back was very lonely when he stepped off the stage, Yang Ming, who stayed on the stage to enjoy the joy of victory, was the one who suffered the most.

His clothes had a hole burned in an awkward position by the spark-laden fart. Although the hole was covered with a robe, the embarrassment was beyond words.

"Yang Ming, you'd better go back and change your pants first."

If Mr. Hong hadn't covered the hole with his robe later, Yang Ming swore that he would die after this fight.

He has no shame in living.

When they walked off the ring, both Lin Ruo and Hu Yue hid far away, and even Lao Lu on the referee's table didn't know where he ran.

Yang Ming, who was only fifteen years old, suddenly felt the malice from the world.

And the coolness of the wind blowing on my buttocks.

The next match was the bond battle between Lin Ruo and Tang Xin. Tang Xin recovered well after a whole night of recuperation, while Lin Ruo entered the ring in the best condition.

Lin Ruo, who was standing on the ring at this moment, was completely different from usual. To describe her expression at this moment, perhaps "shock" is the most appropriate word.

At this time, Lin Ruo felt a sense of independence from Hanqiu. He was facing his fiancé, and at the same time, he was also the enemy who caused his brother's death.

This complex emotion made her angry and painful, so she wanted to cut off this emotion with her own hands.

In this battle, she and his sword cut it off with her own hands.

Tang Xin walked onto the ring with steady steps, his eyes full of guilt.

He hesitated to speak, but still took some actions.

Facing Lin Ruo's direction, he knelt on the ground on one knee, took off his protective soft armor, and exposed his upper body riddled with holes.
Chapter completed!