On Tianying Peak, two young men came to each other with fists and fought fiercely.
"Flying Tiger Fist!"
After fighting for dozens of moves, Duolong suddenly took a step back and punched the air with his right hand. His spiritual power transformed into a giant white tiger with two wings on its back. His eyes glowed red and he opened his mouth.
The bloody mouth rushed towards Zhong Wen.
What a low-level spiritual skill!
Zhong Wen racked his brains trying to find a matching "low-level" spiritual skill. After searching for a long time, he suddenly had an idea. He remembered the bronze-level spiritual skill "Wild Ball Fist" that he had won by drawing lots, and punched it without hesitation.
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A ball of white light the size of a tennis ball shot out from Zhong Wen's right fist and hit the white wing tiger hard. With a roar, the color of the spiritual white tiger's body seemed to be slightly lighter, but the momentum was not at all.
Even though it is declining, it still moves forward bravely and pounces forward.
Zhong Wen pointed his toes to the ground, took a step back, and hit another "wild ball punch" with his right hand.
Another ball of white light shot out from his fist, hitting the white tiger hard.
"Huh?"
He had a vague feeling that the spiritual light formed by this second punch seemed to be slightly brighter than the previous one.
After eating two light balls, the color of the white tiger's body became darker and darker, and its momentum slightly weakened, but it still pursued Zhong Wen perseveringly.
Bronze level spiritual skills are really shockingly weak!
Seeing that Bai Hu was still strong despite being hit by two punches, Zhong Wen finally had a profound understanding of the power of the "Wild Ball Fist" and had no choice but to punch him again.
When he punched for the third time, he was finally convinced that the brightness of the light group had slightly improved compared to the previous two times.
Duolong's "Flying Tiger Fist" is not a high-grade spiritual skill. Even though Zhong Wen suppressed his spiritual power at the first level of Tianlun and even took three "Wild Ball Fist" strikes, the spiritual power of the Winged Tiger was still unbearable.
Letting out a feeble scream, his body collapsed to the ground, turning into specks of spiritual dust and dissipating among the mountains and forests.
"Crazy Lion Fist!"
When Duolong saw that the winged tiger was broken, he shouted loudly and punched out again. His spiritual power condensed in front of him and turned into a violent lion. He bared his teeth and claws and roared at Zhongwen.
After discovering the wonders of "Wild Ball Fist", Zhong Wen was not in a hurry to end the battle. Instead, he used Duolong as a test subject, punching one after another, constantly using this bronze skill, hoping to see the light group.
How far can its power be increased?
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"Sister Ning Jie, dad was just joking casually." Gan Muyun took Ning Jie's hand, his clear and beautiful eyes full of guilt, "There is really nothing between Zhong Wen and I, you must not misunderstand
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"Sister Ayun, I believe you." Ning Jie said softly.
"Thank you." Gan Muyun said gratefully, "It's also my fault that Daddy spoke so freely and Duolong and the others were so reckless, that they brought so much trouble to Zhong Wen."
"With the strength of these warriors, it's not much trouble." Ning Jie covered her lips with her hands and said with a smile.
"That's not necessarily the case." Gan Muyun couldn't help but smile after hearing this, "Zhong Wen clearly has the strength of the spiritual master level, but in order to take care of the face of our Dara clan, he deliberately fights Didi who is in the earth wheel realm. I'm afraid it won't be easy if you come and go."
Ning Jie couldn't help but laugh out loud: "He has a funny nature, maybe he is enjoying it!"
The two charming young girls were chatting away and laughing, forming a beautiful picture that attracted many young people from the Dara tribe to look at them and write in reverie.
"Actually, Sister Ayun is pretty and has a good temper." The two of them joked for a while, and Ning Jie suddenly changed the subject, "If you are willing to marry Zhong Wen, my little sister will not stop you, but will support it with both hands. .”
"Sister, please stop making fun of me." Gan Muyun blushed, glared at Ning Jie, and said softly, "You two have such a good relationship, why would I come here to interfere?"
"Sister, how can such an outstanding man like Zhong Wen be the only woman beside me?" Ning Jie stretched out her slender hand and gently stroked the hair on her forehead, her eyes shining with crystal light, "I have to be with you anyway. People share, wouldn’t it be better if we could be sisters with such an outstanding woman as Sister Ayun?”
"Sister, don't belittle yourself." Gan Muyun chuckled and said, "Your beauty is unparalleled in the world. It will probably make Zhong Wen fascinated. There is no doubt that I will only love you in this life."
"That won't work, I won't be able to bear it..." Ning Jie's delicate cheeks were flushed, and she leaned close to Gan Muyun's ear and whispered a few words.
"You, you..." Gan Muyun jumped up suddenly, stretched out his slender hand and patted Ning Jie's arm, saying coquettishly, "So shameless!"
The Dara people have unrestrained temperaments and are far less reserved about matters between men and women than ordinary Dagan people. However, after listening to Ning Jie's whisper, Gan Muyun's face was still red and his mind was agitated, and he could not calm down for a long time.
The little girl Zhuma blinked her big eyes at the side and watched the two girls laughing and playing. She felt that she had never seen such a shy and lively Gan Muyun. She couldn't help but be curious as to what the two discussed.
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When Zhong Wen used the "Wild Ball Fist" for the eleventh time, the power of this spiritual skill suddenly changed drastically.
The light ball formed by condensing spiritual power was obviously larger, and its brightness and momentum were completely different from before.
The ball of light collided with the spiritual lion released by Duolong, making an astonishing sound. They were evenly matched, with no distinction between them.
This spiritual skill is weird!
Zhong Wen's heart moved. He closed his eyes slightly and glanced at the "Spiritual Skills" column on the bookshelf of "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".
What he saw was far beyond his expectation.
I saw that "Wild Ball Fist", which was originally in the "Bronze Level", actually appeared in the "Silver Level" position.
Can it be upgraded?
Zhong Wen was ecstatic, realizing that the "junk" skill he had picked up was not simple.
Based on the experience of reading novels in his previous life, he knew that all the skills that seemed like rubbish but could be "upgraded" independently were standard equipment for the protagonist.
With such a discovery, he immediately became interested and used the "Wild Ball Fist" again, punching Duolong one punch after another, trying to find out the secret of upgrading his spiritual skills.
However, Zhong Wen, who was focusing all his attention on the "Wild Ball Boxing", never noticed that Duo Long on the opposite side was already sweating profusely, panting, his face was full of exhaustion, and he could hardly even stand still.
Where did this monster come from? How come it has endless spiritual power?
The skills Duolong practiced were only at the silver level. He had used his spiritual power for more than twenty times in a row. The oil in his body was already exhausted, but he didn't even scratch a corner of his opponent's clothes. On the other hand, Zhong Wen was still calm and composed.
, his expression remained unchanged, and the power of the released light ball increased instead of decreasing. The heart of this young man from the Dara tribe gradually began to sink. In his mind, he actually had an image of Gan Muyun waving goodbye to him, and then turned around and threw himself into Zhong Wen's arms.
hallucination.
no!
Never allowed!
The patch is mine!
"Flying Tiger Fist!"
Duolong felt hot blood rushing to his head, his eyes were split, and a force surged up from nowhere in his body. He roared angrily, and punched again. His spiritual power transformed into a huge white winged tiger in the air, roaring to the sky.
A loud sound struck Zhong Wen in the chest with lightning speed.
This blow, which Duolong had devoted his whole life to, was even more powerful than the previous "Flying Tiger Fist". When he struck, he no longer considered Zhong Wen's life or death.
Facing Duolong who was trying his best, Zhong Wen still waved his fist unhurriedly and shot out a ball of spiritual light.
The body of the white winged tiger trembled, and it raised its front paws and slapped the light ball down hard. It let out a thundering roar, showing the invincible posture of the king of beasts, and actually smashed the silver-grade light ball into pieces.
"Huh? Not bad." Zhong Wen praised lightly, waving his right hand rapidly, and hit three more spiritual light balls in a very short period of time.
With its invincible power, the white wing tiger smashed a ball of light again, but was still hit by another ball of light. It let out a scream, and its strong body lay on the ground, rolled over, and finally dissipated.
trace.
There was no obstacle in front of the last ball of light, and it went straight to Duolong himself.
At this time, Duolong had already exhausted all his strength and could only stand on the spot with difficulty, barely letting himself fall down. He had no room to dodge the oncoming spiritual light group.
"not good!"
Vegirt, Chrollo and Gan Muyun screamed in surprise at the same time. They were about to come to the rescue, but they were beyond their reach. They could only watch the light ball hitting the multi-dragon-faced door.
At this time, Zhong Wen also realized that he was too focused on the study of spiritual skills and actually ignored the state of his opponent. He suddenly thought, a shadow appeared on his body and disappeared in an instant.
The next moment, Zhong Wen's figure appeared between Duolong and the light group, moving so fast that it actually surpassed the spiritual skill.
He turned his head and glanced at the spiritual power light group. The dazzling spiritual power light group was like a mouse meeting a cat. He no longer dared to take half a step forward. It actually changed its trajectory in an instant, transformed into a free fall, and hit the ground hard.
Above, a roar erupted.
"You, you win!"
Duolong reluctantly spat out these words, then his vision went dark and he slowly fell backwards.
Before his body landed, Zhong Wen had already reached out and grabbed his arm, placed his left hand on his pulse point to detect for a moment, then took out a pill from his arms, put it into Duolong's mouth, and let him lie down slowly.
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"Zhong Wen, how is he?"
Seeing that Zhong Wen took action to save Duo Long in time, Vegeert, Gan Muyun and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and gathered around him, with worried looks on their faces.
"It's nothing serious." Zhong Wen said with a faint smile, "It's just that his spiritual energy was excessively consumed. I gave him the 'Great Recovery Pill'. He only needs to rest for a while and he will wake up naturally."
"Zhong Wen, thank you!" Gan Muyun covered his chest and said with lingering fear, "If anything happens to Duo Long, I really don't know how to explain it to his parents."
"What a boy!" Bejirt patted Zhong Wen's shoulder hard and laughed loudly, "I have met many outstanding young people, but none of them can compare with you. I will tell you quietly, Ban De has been fond of Zhong Wen since he was a child.
I have a special liking for spiritual beasts, and your skills in controlling them are so good, you might as well give them what they like, and you’ll probably be able to hug them..."
"Dad, if you keep talking nonsense, I will ignore you!" Gan Muyun didn't expect that his father would actually say these words, and his face turned red with embarrassment and he stamped his feet.
Everyone around burst into laughter, and many people picked up their wine glasses and came forward to toast Zhong Wen. Apparently, Zhong Wen's action of saving Duo Long regardless of past grudges left an excellent impression on the Dala people, and even many of them
The young girl frequently made secret glances at him. According to the open-minded custom of the Dala people, if not for Gan Muyun's presence, she might have stepped forward to express her admiration for him.
It turns out that his strength is far greater than mine, and he was just showing mercy.
Didi watched the whole battle from a distance, feeling bitter and ashamed in his heart.
"I know that no one is Zhong Wen's opponent." The little girl Zhuma proudly showed off her foresight to Chrollo.
"Oh? Little sister, have you ever seen Zhong Wen take action?" Chrollo asked as his heart moved.
Before Zhuma could answer, Zhong Wen, who was not far away, suddenly put down his wine glass and sighed: "Clan leader, Ayun, I'm afraid this bonfire party is coming to an end."
"What's wrong?" Gan Muyun was stunned and asked in confusion.
"Vegirt, what kind of a good day is today? Your Dala tribe actually held a ceremony in advance?" An old voice floated from the sky and passed clearly to everyone's ears, "I wonder if we, the Kuntu tribe, can also come.