Hao Tian and the thin Taoist looked at each other and nodded slightly.
"I'm here to meet you, third brother. If I don't win, you can follow me," Hao Tian shouted and rushed towards Chen Zhe.
Chen Zhe smiled. It seemed that Hao Tian was good at close combat.
Hao Tian came to Chen Zhe and suddenly shouted loudly. The sound was deafening, and a strong force of true energy burst out of his mouth. This was a Taoist method of using the true energy to hurt others.
However, this person's body and footwork should be the kind that takes a fierce route and defeats all kinds of skills.
Hao Tian took advantage of Chen Zhe's confusion as he was shouting at him, took a step with his feet, and was already in front of Chen Zhe. He stretched out his palm, cut the side of Chen Zhe's neck with his left palm, and punched Chen Zhe's chest with his right palm. Halfway through the move, the palm turned into a fist, and the fist turned into a palm. The hands exchanged a move, and the hands changed like a butterfly through a flower.
Chen Zhe's heart trembled: This Hao Tian looked rude and seemed to be using force to win, but he turned out to be a master of attacking enemies with tricks.
"Hit," Hao Tian shouted, and slapped Chen Zhe's chest with his palm. He thought that the move was successful, but when he waved his palm in the air, he realized that Chen Zhe was still a hundred meters away. He looked at it in surprise. He glanced at Chen Zhe.
Hao Tian is good at getting close, but Chen Zhe used his understanding of the way of heaven to distance himself, which was extremely disadvantageous to Hao Tian.
The thin Taoist priest holding the battle at the back warned loudly: "Brother, be careful about this kid, he has a very profound understanding of the way of heaven."
Hao Tian nodded slightly: "I can spare it."
He stretched out his hand to grab it, clenched his fist firmly, and his eyes flashed with light: "Close,"
With such a roar, Hao Tian's hand became extremely heavy, as if he had grabbed something extremely heavy and pulled it hard into his arms.
Chen Zhe's eyes flashed, and the distance of 100 meters between him and Hao Tian was immediately shortened by one-third. Chen Zhe smiled slightly: "It turns out that you also know how to use the way of heaven to understand the distance. If I met you yesterday, I would really It’s a total loss,”
Hao Tian brought Chen Zhe a lot closer. His eyes were as round as a cow's eyes. He stretched out his right hand and grasped it fiercely. Then he gathered strength with his whole body, all his muscles tightened, and he almost used all his strength. came out: "No matter how close,"
What he pulled was not Chen Zhe, but the twisted way of heaven that Chen Zhe had distorted.
The distance between the two was originally about two or three meters, but Chen Zhe used his divine power to extend the distance to a hundred meters, and Hao Tian used his own cultivation to close the distance.
Chen Zhe's figure flashed, and the distance between him and Hao Tian increased by thirty meters.
Now the two of them are only thirty meters apart.
Hao Tian's eyes were red, and he obviously tried his best. He took a deep breath and breathed heavily: "Boy, come here,"
Clenching his hands tightly, Chen Zhe felt that the atmosphere around him was distorted. Even his body seemed to be grabbed by Hao Tian, and his bones began to hurt.
The distance between the two became closer, to the distance of two or three meters just now.
A ferocious smile appeared on Hao Tian's face: "Look at me slapping you flat with my palm."
"If you can, just try it," Chen Zhe smiled slightly and took a step forward.
He was obviously walking forward, but after only taking one step, the distance between the two became much longer.
Veins popped up on Hao Tian's forehead and he glared at Chen Zhe: "So cunning,"
"This is a competition to understand the way of heaven. If you lose, you lose. There is no cunning at all," Chen Zhe looked at him quietly.
The thin Taoist man behind Hao Tian sighed softly: "Brother, please step back and let me meet him. If we really fight, you may not lose to him, but this evil boy, his strength is on par with us, and he is against the law of heaven." But my understanding is deeper than yours,"
The meaning of this sentence is that Hao Tian has already lost the battle.
No one in the archaeological team knew how to fight. Kong Yishan looked at Chen Zhe and Hao Tian strangely: "Brother Hao, look who wins between the two of them."
Hao Zhongwen was injured and was still very weak. He leaned on a rock and panted softly. He laughed when Kong Yishan asked: "It's weird for these people to fight. I can't understand it, but Chen Zhe's expression is calm." , Hao Tian is huffing and puffing from exhaustion, Chen Zhe should be the winner,"
"Chen Zhe wins," Kavin shouted excitedly. Although he had scolded Chen Zhe in his mouth and heart just now, Chen Zhe's victory meant that his danger was over for the time being.
Hao Tian was defeated by Chen Zhe, but he had a stubborn character and snorted coldly: "Why retreat? I haven't lost yet, come again,"
He stretched out his hand again and pulled back the heavenly path arranged by Chen Zhe. Chen Zhe's body swayed forward slightly, and an extremely powerful force pulled him forward.
Chen Zhe shook his head: "Listen to your third brother, you have already lost."
Hao Tian didn't dare to speak, so he pulled hard again.
Chen Zhe was shaken again, but this time the shaking was far less severe than before.
Shaking his head, Chen Zhe followed Hao Tian's strength and took another step forward. The distance between the two became about ten meters again.
"Haha, I'm going to win," Hao Tian saw Chen Zhe being close to him, and immediately increased his energy. The real energy around his body was rushing, and he made a purring sound as it circulated. If a real person talks about real energy, Chen Zhe is really no match for him.
A strong force pulled Chen Zhe hard again. Chen Zhe smiled slightly: "I am the winner."
After he finished speaking, he took another step forward. With this step, the two people's figures flashed, and the distance between them was much further, a full two hundred meters.
This kind of competition for understanding the way of heaven is the most mysterious. From the outside, it looks like Chen Zhe and Hao Tian are standing face to face. Hao Tian makes gestures with his arms, and Chen Zhe takes a step back. In fact, the competition inside is extremely fierce. Only the person in the game can Feel the change in distance.
The people in the archaeological team were confused and confused. Hao Zhongwen didn't know how to practice, so he could only judge based on the expressions of the two people.
And because the thin Taoist was not in the game, he could understand 30%.
When Chen Zhe took this step, Hao Tian's face turned from red to white, and then from white to purple. A mouthful of real energy accumulated in his chest, and he suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Chen Zhebing hurt Hao Tian without any bloodshed and only relied on his understanding of the way of heaven. He had a deeper understanding of the feelings just now.
"Brother, let me do it." The thin Taoist supported Hao Tian and gently put him behind him. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Zhe: "You are young, but your understanding of the way of heaven is so profound. You are very hopeful that you will ascend the throne in the future." It's really rare to go to the immortal world, I really admire it."
"You're welcome," Chen Zhe smiled slightly.
Once a cultivator reaches the threshold of the Ruoxu stage and enters the realm of a great cultivator, who can enter the immortal world is not based on their strength or the strength of their true energy, but the perception of the way of heaven often accounts for a considerable part. .
The understanding of the way of heaven can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Often, some people have cultivated their magic to the extreme, but they are getting further and further away from the fairy world. It is really not worth the gain.
Therefore, the great cultivators throughout the ages who have become immortals are often not the strongest at the beginning. There are many contradictions in this and it is extremely complicated.
To put it bluntly, the deeper the understanding of the way of heaven, the more stamina you will have to practice and the more promising you will be.
Chen Zhe has a "promising future," and the thin Taoist admired him deeply. He gently handed over his hand: "But understanding the way of heaven is sometimes not the key to victory or defeat in a fight. You may not be able to defeat me."
This thin Taoist usually spoke harshly, but at this time he really admired Chen Zhe... and was also jealous of Chen Zhe's good fortune. He put two fingers on the scabbard behind him, waved it gently, and a long, shining sword appeared behind him. The sword came out of its sheath: "Let's see how I can defeat you."
"Please," Chen Zhe chuckled. It seemed that Hao Tian was good at close combat, while this Taoist was good at sword-wielding, which allowed him to kill people thousands of miles away.
The long sword flashed in the air, drew a silver arc, and went straight to Chen Zhe's neck, intending to kill the enemy with one strike.
Chen Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and using his sense of heaven, the long sword that flew in front of him was suddenly hundreds of meters away from him.
The skinny Taoist priest's face was calm, and with a flash of light in his eyes, the long sword passed several hundred meters, and flew in front of Chen Zhe in the blink of an eye, still pointing directly at Chen Zhe's neck: "My sword is not afraid of your distance." Even if they are far apart, they can still take someone's head."
Chen Zhe's figure retreated again and again, but the long sword was always hanging in the air three feet in front of him, never giving up on Chen Zhe's head.
"Sure enough, the understanding of the way of heaven is only one factor in winning the battle, not everything," Chen Zhe sighed softly, stretched out his hand and gently picked up the Emperor's Hate Sword.
This fight looks even weirder to outsiders.
Those in the archaeological team could only see that as soon as the thin Taoist stretched out his hand, the long sword floated in front of Chen Zhe without moving, and Chen Zhe didn't move either, as if time had stopped.
Calvin asked doubtfully: "What are they doing? It's weird. I suspect that Chen Zhe and those three guys are basically a group. They colluded to put on a show for us to win our trust."
In the archaeological team, Kavin repeatedly made stupid remarks, and everyone had gotten used to it. Hao Zhongwen turned around and glared at him: "Shut up if you don't understand. There is no point in gaining the trust of a loser like you."
He said these words with a strong voice. Kavin's mouth bulged a few times, but he couldn't say a word. He was so aggrieved that he burst into tears and almost cried.
The long sword floated three feet in front of Chen Zhe. Chen Zhe stretched out his hand to pick up the sword. When the long sword came close to reaching its end, he pulled out the Emperor's Hate, and the long sword came one foot closer.
When Chen Zhe swung his sword, the tip of the long sword had already touched Chen Zhe's neck, and a trace of blood flowed away. The thin Taoist smiled and said, "I won this competition."
"Not necessarily," Chen Zhe took out his sword, but the opponent's sword suddenly buzzed and he stepped back far away.
The skinny Taoist's face changed drastically, and he summoned the long sword to come back and stab Chen Zhe again, but the long sword fled far away and never came back.
The thin Taoist priest's lips trembled slightly and he stared at Chen Zhe closely: "What kind of sword is that sword in your hand?"
"My sword is called Emperor's Hate. I won this fight." Chen Zhe waved the Emperor's Hate Sword, and a surge of sword intent soared to the sky. The skinny Taoist's face changed several times in shock, and finally he lowered his head in despair: "I lost, the lives of the three of us are yours,"
Chen Zhe smiled: "I relied on the power of a sword to win luck,"
"No, I couldn't take that sword strike you just made," the thin Taoist priest sighed softly: "I have been studying the art of sword control all my life, but I have never been able to reach the level of elegance in the art of swordsmanship."
Hao Zhongwen looked at the thin Taoist and said to himself: "These three people are cruel and ruthless. They are not good people at first glance, but they still understand the rules."