At least under the level difference, for Pu'an, this Tianmen Fist is a spell that is both offensive and defensive. When the two fists intersect, although on the surface it seems that they just weaved his fist, in fact, the fist power hidden under defense caused him to suffer a great loss.

Of course, Pu An was not naive either. He thought that such an attack would win the cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage with one blow. The right hand that had swung the flying needle had already condensed the spiritual energy again, and the flying needle on his fingertips was eager to try.

Pu'an used a seal-type spell obtained by adventure. He portrayed the spell structure of fist armor and flying needles in advance on his left and right hands. When using it, he could greatly reduce the casting time, which was also his confidence in fighting beyond the level.

The boxing and armor technique focuses on ferocity, and the flying needle technique is quick and quick. With the cooperation of one light and one heavy, many arrogant disciples of the sect were defeated by him, a small casual cultivator.

Although this attack method is rigid, the advantage is that using the sealing method can shorten the casting time and forcefully delay the opponent to fight a time difference attrition war, which will be invincible.

Then Bu Xianxian taught him a lesson, what is a famous sect?

The Tianmen Fist of the right hand caught Pu'an's fist armor technique, and Bu Xianxian also saw the flying needle technique that was forming on Pu'an's right hand. The spiritual energy in his left hand gushed, woven into a streamer-like cloth strip that wrapped around Pu'an's right hand. The moment Pu'an released the flying needle technique, it interfered with the casting direction, allowing the flying needle to shoot in the open space.

Pup puff puff, the flying needle technique left a row of needle holes on the white slab. If the elders of the sect were here, they would feel distressed again.

The right hand was blocked, and Pu An quickly tried to withdraw his left hand and use the fist armor technique again, but Bu Xianxian suddenly turned into a palm to grab Pu An's fist, and his spiritual energy locked Pu An's left hand in a loose and tight manner.

Since it is Tianmen Fist, not Tianmen Fist, it is naturally not as simple as defense. It can be used to prevent and keep the opponent out of the door, or lock the opponent and close the door to hit the dog.

Pu An was not panicked when his hands were slaughtered. He suddenly raised his legs and kicked Bu Xianxian's lower abdomen. At the same time, a cold light suddenly rose.

"Despicable..." Yu Chengmo's eyesight clearly saw Pu An's small movement. Before raising his legs, an unnaturally collision between his feet triggered the mechanism inside the shoe, and a blade popped up.

Bu Xianxian was calm and raised his calves to greet him, as if he had not seen the cold light.

The dull sound of gold and iron intersecting, and the small white and light pink cloth boots on the fairy's feet blocked Pu'an's shoe blade effortlessly.

Pu An's face turned pale. After observing closely, he noticed that it was not just shoes, but all the clothes and jewelry on the cloth woven were filled with a faint spiritual energy, and they were all spiritual weapons!

He pretended to be a casual cultivator when he was dressed like this? Pu An almost vomited blood. What is a casual cultivator? Only a poor person who doesn’t have any spiritual energy is called a casual cultivator! You can just wear a dragon robe to beg for food.

A white shadow flashed in front of him, and Bu Xianxian's legs flexibly broke Pu'an's shoe blade in a few seconds, then kicked Pu'an's chest, and at the same time letting Pu'an fly freely for more than two meters high.

The blood that was held in my heart was finally unable to hold it in my mouth. I spit it out while flying, drawing an arc in the air.

He fell heavily. Although he was already a monk at the eighth level of Qi training, the two-meter-high Bird still made Pu An grin.

Yu Chengmo looked at Bu Xianxian with appreciation, and nodded subconsciously while watching.

Bu Xianxian stood there to adjust her spiritual energy. In her opinion, this was over.

But Pu An did not intend to give up. After landing, he endured the pain in his butt and rushed towards Bu Xianxian. He gathered fist and needle flying techniques on his hands, hoping to sneak attack while Bu Xianxian had no spiritual energy.

This stupid child was stunned and forgot one thing: Buxianxian is in the foundation building stage, and fighting in the foundation building stage does not require the gathering of spiritual energy in advance.

Bump! Bu Xianxian pushed his fists flat, both of them were Tianmen Fist. Since the clothes were recognized as defensive spirit weapons, Bu Xianxian directly ignored Pu An's spiritual needle, blocked the fist armor with Tianmen Fist and then knocked Pu An away.

Afraid that Pu An would not let go of his wands, Bu Xianxian pulled out the short knife from his waist and jumped gently to Pu An who fell to the ground, pointing his tip to the other party's throat.

"I lost." Pu'an couldn't tell the intention of cloth weaving, and said in despair, closing his eyes in depression.

"If you lose, hurry up and prepare for training. Are you lying here and pretending to be dead?" Yu Facai's unceremonious voice came into his ears.

Pu An was stunned for a moment, and then opened his eyes to realize that he was in the sect. Every time he fought in the past, as a casual cultivator, most of the people who lost would die. It was not now. If he lost, he would just lose, and at most he would be embarrassed.

A medicine bottle was thrown on him, it was Yu Chengmo.

"Heal the wounds quickly, and don't think of having an excuse to be lazy in training." Yu Cheng Mo said without hesitation with a cold face.

In fact, Yu Chengmo's heart was bleeding. After all, there were not many injuries that had been plundered from the demon cultivator before. He had eaten most of the injuries healed before. Now the injuries are scarce resources.

However, for the sake of the stupid and expensive person he managed, Yu Chengmo took out a minimum level of healing pill to show off.

Yu Chengmo felt distressed, but Pu An was moved.

For the casual cultivator who can’t even get spiritual weapons, it can be said that the casual cultivator who has a short chance of not even seeing him.

Although the level of cherishing is actually lower than that of spiritual weapons, it is generally not available on the market because of its importance. The healing medicines refined by alchemists have long been booked in advance by sects, organizations, etc. of their acquaintances.

There will occasionally be a healing pill on the black market among the casual cultivators, and it will naturally be hyped up to a sky-high price of thousands of times the original price. What the casual cultivators lack is not funds, but channels for acquisition.

Obviously, the eldest young master in front of him was not within the scope of the casual cultivator who needed to rush to buy this thing. Pu An guessed that the healing pills might accumulate in his space bag.

If you use your imagination carefully, it seems that this young master is not using a space bag at all. The cool move of waving his hand to pick up things is a ring bar that only exists in the legend.

Pu An actually was reluctant to take this pill and wanted to stay for good reason. But Bu Xianxian didn't show much mercy just now. His bones were broken, several of them were cracked, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees. If this was normal, since there was no life-threatening, Pu An would of course choose to find a place to meditate and slowly recover from his injuries.
Chapter completed!