The president doesn't want to be a licking dog

On this day, it is obvious that there are more monks in the martial arts arena to watch the competition than the monks who came a few days ago. The martial arts arena is crowded with people, and everyone is looking forward to today's competition.

Han Zhou and the others sat down and drank some tea. Not long after, the competition officially began.

The commentator was like a rainbow, excitedly talking about today's competition, and the blood in the arena was boiling.

Compared with the excited crowd in the audience, the two contestants on the stage looked cold and calm.

Xiao Zhuo was dressed in black, with a resolute face and a tall and straight figure.Han Zhou noticed that Xiao Zhuo wasn't holding any weapons either.

And Zhang Hualin was still dressed in brown clothes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a sneer, his eyes looked at Xiao Zhuo, full of sarcasm.

Zhang Hualin was still holding the round stone ball in his hand, wondering if he could see what his stone ball was for today.

Before the two of them made a move, the protective barrier surrounding the martial arts platform had already risen automatically, and the martial arts platform was surrounded by a light blue barrier.

Because Han Zhou and the others were sitting on chairs not far from the stage, they could see clearly, and they could hear something clearly if the two people on stage said something.

Zhang Hualin looked at Xiao Zhuo with a sneer and said, "It seems that you, Xiao Er, have not changed. No matter what time it is, as long as someone wants to trouble him, you will stand up."

Xiao Zhuo looked indifferently, looked at Zhang Hualin and said: "It seems that you are not so ignorant, since you know you are looking for trouble, why can't you be more mature?"

Zhang Hualin's eyes suddenly became cold: "Mature? How do you want me to be mature? Do you pretend nothing happened?"

Xiao Zhuo's eyes darkened, and he said after a long time: "I don't want to talk to you, but I won't let you do what you want today."

Zhang Hualin sneered: "Okay, Xiao Er, these years have passed, let me see your skills."

After Zhang Hualin finished speaking, there was a strong wind on the stage, and yellow sand appeared out of thin air on the clean blue carpet. Those yellow sands flew with the strong wind, and then gradually formed, one, two, three, until ten.

Ten sand soldiers condensed from yellow sand appeared on the Martial Arts Stage. Each of those sand soldiers looked extremely fierce, and all of them held murderous long knives in their hands. They looked even stronger than the three sand soldiers made by Zhang Hualin yesterday. ferocious.

Zhang Hualin moved his fingers slightly, and the sand soldiers were ordered to attack Xiao Zhuo with their weapons.

Xiao Zhuo's eyes became cold, and he raised his five fingers on his right hand. With one turn, a raging flame burst out from his palm. Then he waved his right hand, and the flame quickly and accurately hit the front attacking opponent. A sand soldier.

The sand soldier was hit by the flames and immediately dispersed, falling to the ground as a pile of loose sand.

Xiao Zhuo didn't stop, he didn't stop, and several balls of flames shot towards those sand soldiers without stopping.

The corners of Zhang Hualin's mouth curled up slightly, and he just raised his left hand and moved his fingers slightly, the sand soldiers who had been scattered by Xiao Zhuo slowly gathered together, and then all returned to their original state.

Zhang Hualin looked at Xiao Zhuo with a sneer and said, "Xiao Er, just fight, it won't cost me much spiritual power to make these sand soldiers, but you, how long will your fire last?"

Xiao Zhuo didn't speak, and kept focusing on attacking the sand soldiers who were gradually approaching.

What Zhang Hualin said was right, his sand soldiers were scattered without pain or itching, and they could continue to return to their original state, as if they would never be beaten completely.Not only that, originally there were only ten sand soldiers on the stage, and Zhang Hualin was not idle when Xiao Zhuo attacked, and was still making new sand soldiers.

There was a strong wind on the stage, yellow sand was flying, sand soldiers were made one by one, no matter how Xiao Zhuo fought, it seemed like he would never finish.

As the saying goes, to capture a thief, you must first capture the king, and Xiao Zhuo obviously knows this truth.I saw that he was not there but just stayed where he was to fight those sand soldiers. He was vigorous and light-footed, and rushed into the middle of those sand soldiers. His hands were covered with raging flames. When he touched those sand soldiers, they were killed. Burned away.

Xiao Zhuo shuttled among the sand soldiers, wherever he passed, there must be sand soldiers scattered by his flames, he saw several of them jumping up into the air, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Zhang Hualin.

Another mass of loose sand appeared on Zhang Hualin's right hand side, and the loose sand gradually gathered to form a long and thin sand column on Zhang Hualin's right hand side, and a sand bowl condensed on the top of the sand column.

Zhang Hualin didn't even look at it, he put the stone ball in his right hand into the sand bowl, and then rushed forward to fight Xiao Zhuo with his bare hands without stopping.

Han Zhou glanced at the sand bowl on the stage, it seemed that Zhang Hualin was not going to use that stone ball in the competition with Xiao Zhuo, maybe he had specially prepared that stone ball for Yunhua.

Han Zhou was really curious about the stone ball, and he especially wanted to know what the stone ball would be used for and how to use it.

While Han Zhou was thinking about it, Xiao Zhuo and Zhang Hualin on the stage had already exchanged dozens of moves with their bare hands. Both of them were very skilled, and there was no difference between you and me for a while.

After the two punched each other, both of them were shocked back. Zhang Hualin squinted his eyes and stared at Xiao Zhuo closely. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He moved his arms and said softly: "Petrochemical .”

His fists began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his fair skin began to turn gray, then grayer and grayer, and finally turned into stone.

Han Zhou looked at Zhang Hualin's petrified hands in surprise: "This ability..."

Zhang Hualin's stone hands looked extremely hard and heavy, but when Zhang Hualin moved his wrists, he didn't feel any strain at all, just like those stone hands were still ordinary hands, without any strain or heavyness.

When Xiao Zhuo fought with Zhang Hualin before, the flames in his hands had already been suppressed. At this moment, he clenched his fists and said, "Yanhuo."

I saw burning flames burst out from his fists again, and the intensity of the flames was probably stronger than the previous flames.

Han Zhou saw that the air around Xiao Zhuo seemed to be on fire. Visible to the naked eye, the air around him fluctuated, like ripples on the surface of a lake. Han Zhou only saw this situation in the high temperature days of the world before. been.

Although the Yanwu stage is completely surrounded by a protective barrier, and any changes in the barrier cannot be transmitted to the audience, but Han Zhou just looked at the aura around Xiao Zhuo on the stage and seemed to be able to feel the rolling waves coming towards him. Heat waves make people feel hot.

The two on the stage faced each other, and there seemed to be two auras between the two on the stage.Xiao Zhuo looked at the steaming heat, while Zhang Hualin saw the strong wind and the yellow sand flying. The two auras on the stage did not give in to each other.

Zhang Hualin sneered, rushed forward and punched first, Xiao Zhuo punched right without hesitation.The two of them have obviously changed, whether it is strength or speed, they are not comparable to those in the previous fight.

The punches of the two were fast and ruthless, merciless, and the punches were inseparable.The two auras on the stage have also changed, and the two auras are tightly entangled, neither will let the other, tearing each other.

Xiao Zhuo and Zhang Hualin released their spiritual power and consciousness one after another as they hit each other. Xiao Zhuo's flaming fists were emitting a red light, while Zhang Hualin's stone fist was also emitting a yellow light. The two auras of the two have also changed, and both have become fiercer, twisting each other more fiercely, like two giant pythons, entangled and biting each other, neither of them would admit defeat. Flow, you must bite the opponent to death until you can't move before you give up.

The two were quick and fast, and they were dazzled by the punches. Those with poor eyesight didn't even know how they punched and how to dodge them. The two on the stage fought fiercely. Their spiritual consciousness, spiritual power, and aura He was not idle at all, and the people watching the audience were excited, and they all said that this is the real competition.

Zhang Hualin's cultivation is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, while Xiao Zhuo is in the late stage of Nascent Soul. In terms of cultivation alone, Zhang Hualin is lower than Xiao Zhuo, but his performance on stage is really strong and cannot be underestimated.

The two have been fighting for a long time, and they haven't seen any fatigue, and they are still fighting fiercely.

The two punched each other one after another, and after their arms touched, both wanted to lock each other up, so they became entangled.

Xiao Zhuo's fist was raging fire, entangled with Zhang Hualin's stone fist, scorching Zhang Hualin's fist, the fists of the two made a chi-chi sound, white air was rising upwards, and the spiritual power injected into both hands was also Unabated, there was a stalemate for a while.

Zhang Hualin didn't blink, and stared at Xiao Zhuo. Although the hot air and the wind and sand were raging on the stage, from the angle of Han Zhou, he could still see what Zhang Hualin was talking about, just from the shape of Zhang Hualin's mouth. Said that Han Zhou can also guess seven to eighty-eight.

Although there was a smile on the corner of Zhang Hualin's mouth, the smile didn't reach his eyes. The depths of his eyes were cold, unwilling, resentful, and painful...

Xiao Zhuo was very close to Zhang Hualin, so he could see the emotion in Zhang Hualin's eyes clearly, and Xiao Zhuo stared at Zhang Hualin's eyes in a daze for a moment.

Zhang Hualin stared at Xiao Zhuo, his voice was cold, but his words were unwilling: "My mother is gone, so I can't even fight him?"

Xiao Zhuo was completely stunned when he heard Zhang Hualin's words, his face was blank, looking at Zhang Hualin, he didn't know what to say.

It turned out that when the two were fighting, there was fighting intent in their eyes, and Xiao Zhuo also had fiery eyes when fighting. At this moment, Xiao Zhuo felt as if a pot of cold water had been poured on his head when he heard Zhang Hualin's words. Extinguish no more.

Han Zhou noticed that Xiao Zhuo seemed to be looking in the direction of the Yunxiao faction. Han Zhou followed his gaze and saw Yunhua sitting on the chair with a cold face, looking indifferently at the two on the stage.

In a way, the two people on the stage were all fighting for Yunhua, but Yunhua seemed a little calmer, as if everything had nothing to do with him, appearing cold and ruthless.

But is he really ruthless?

The corners of Han Zhou's mouth curled up slightly. He noticed just now that when Yunhua looked up on the stage, there was a wave in his cold eyes, but it was too far away. What kind of emotion was that wave? Who is a trace of volatility for?

Just when Xiao Zhuo was in a daze, he saw yellow sand suddenly appeared under Xiao Zhuo's feet. The yellow sand was like a snake, climbing up Xiao Zhuo's legs silently.

Zhang Hualin looked at Xiao Zhuo and sneered: "Xiao Er, it's okay not to concentrate when fighting. Petrochemical!"

Xiao Zhuo withdrew his gaze from looking at Yunhua, and frowned slightly at Zhang Hualin, feeling his legs feel heavy.