The day of the small fight. Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou stood opposite each other in the large martial arts arena. There were many onlookers. The monks were very familiar with Han Zhou, but most people saw Ning Zhuo for the first time. "Is he Ning Zhuo from Huoshi Xiancheng?" "In my opinion, he is ordinary, how can he get the favor of the eldest lady?!" "Whether he is ordinary or not, you can see the clues from this battle." A lot of scrutinizing eyes stopped on Ning Zhuo. Among them, Lin Shanshan, who was dressed in disguise, was in the disguise. Since she promised Ning Zhuo to come to watch the fight, she kept her promise. But these days, she also heard some annoying rumors, so this time she disguised herself a little and did not use her real face.
Lin Shanshan was mixed in the crowd and was not noticeable. Little did they know that a gaze quietly descended, overlooking the entire martial arts arena, and accurately found Lin Shanshan in the crowd. The owner of this gaze was Lin Bufan, the leader of Wanyaomen. He was busy with many things and was very busy recently, so he would not have had the opportunity to learn this gossip. However, the people around him were trying to please him and worry about him. They took advantage of Lin Bufan's rest to report it. "Shanshan has never treated a male cultivator like this since she was a child. Who is this Ning Zhuo? Check it out for me." After Lin Bufan gave the order, he also remembered the time when Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou fought. At this moment, he deliberately stopped his work and operated the magic circle. Although he was far away from the original mountain, he could see all the big and small battles on Xiaozheng Peak. "It's a good-looking face..." Lin Bufan nodded slightly when he looked at Ning Zhuo for the first time. He himself had a handsome appearance, and Ning Zhuo's demeanor also made him feel that the other party was of extraordinary origin, at least from a cultivation family. Lin Bufan's first impression of Ning Zhuo was not bad. Ning Zhuo looked at Han Zhou. Han Zhou was thin and pale. His face was covered with traces of wind and frost, and he looked tired and exhausted. But his eyes were very calm, revealing a firm will and fearlessness of suffering. His hair was sparse and messy, showing a grayish white color, like the remnants of melted ice and snow. It was tied behind his head casually with a simple hemp rope, messy. He was wearing a tattered gray robe, which was full of patches and cracks. He was wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals on his feet, which made a rustling sound when he walked. The soles had long been worn out, revealing his blue toes. His skin was quite rough, full of frostbite and scars, and his fingers were stained with a layer of white frost. Generally speaking, even if the monks were not well-off, they would clean themselves up and their clothes would at least be neat. But Hanzhou was not like this. He seemed to be afraid that others would not know that he was born a beggar.
Ning Zhuo bowed and saluted: "Brother Hanzhou, I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. In today's battle, I would like to experience your bitter cold experience." Hanzhou's voice was hoarse: "Fellow Daoist Ning, you and I have this battle by fate, let's do our best." Hanzhou was quite straightforward. After saying this, he took a step and ran towards Ning Zhuo. He clenched his fists, and the cold air spread out, forming frost flowers. The white frost spread rapidly, covering the surface of his fists. Frost Fist! Ning Zhuo's face was solemn. The moment Hanzhou started, he retreated almost at the same time. He retreated while urging the spell. In an instant, the green vines drilled through the ground, as flexible as a snake, and wrapped around Hanzhou. Hanzhou suddenly accelerated, trying to bypass the vines. Ning Zhuo unfolded his spiritual consciousness and kept controlling the vines, which continued to grow and wrap around Hanzhou. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Hanzhou simply stood where he was, shouting in his mouth, and the shadow of his fists flew. His fist hit the vine, freezing it immediately, and the cold air spread rapidly around. Ning Zhuo had already learned the intelligence and found out that the cold air emitted by Hanzhou contained mystery, which was the bitter cold air cultivated by the bitter cold sutra. These auras are difficult to defend against and can easily penetrate into the body of the cultivator, corroding the cultivator's body and spirit. At first, this erosion was minimal. But as time went by, the impact of the erosion became more and more obvious. If the cultivator did not have a good way to remove these bitter cold air, the injuries in the body would become more and more serious, and the state would decline sharply. Many of Hanzhou's opponents in the past were defeated by this layer of bitter cold air. Ning Zhuo urged the five elements of magic power, and it rotated for a while, purifying it into the fire element. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and immediately a column of fire sprayed out. The pillar of fire was just a thin line at first, but halfway through, it had spread out and expanded like a giant python. When it hit Hanzhou, the pillar of fire had already expanded and its body was like the pillars of the palace. Hanzhou stood still, without even a dodging move, and let the flames come down and cover his whole body. The flames burned for a moment, and the strong bitter cold air penetrated into the fire, and the fire immediately waned. No matter how much Ning Zhuo added magic power, he could not make the flames expand a little more. After a few breaths, the flames that were originally burning on Hanzhou's body were only a few residual flames, attached to his hair and clothes. "Good fire." Hanzhou commented lightly and continued to rush towards Ning Zhuo. Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and cast the earth magic again.
For a while, yellow sand flew and swept across the entire martial arts field. The sand attached to Hanzhou's body, accumulated continuously, and gradually wrapped him into a clay doll. Earth magic-clay sculpture magic! But soon, large patches of white frost permeated the surface of the clay doll from the inside out. The white frost froze the sand into blocks, decomposed the structure, and all fell off. Hanzhou stepped out of the clay sculpture again. His face was calm, his eyes were firm, and his expression was sad. He only said: "Good earth magic." Ning Zhuo had no expression on his face and cast the gold magic again. His palm was like a knife, aiming at Hanzhou and slashing. One palm print after another turned into a golden knife in mid-air and slashed at Hanzhou. Hanzhou stepped forward and still did not dodge. The golden knife finally made his clothes more tattered, and wounds appeared on his flesh, and some blood flowed out. "Good gold magic!" Hanzhou's face became more and more sad, but his momentum soared to the extreme. He was just passively beaten, but he gave people a very strong impression. Ning Zhuo felt it the most, and there was a strong pressure in his heart, like a huge rock. The spectators talked about it. "Han Zhou took out a full-strength fighting posture as soon as he came up." "Although I was a bystander, I could already feel his respect for Ning Zhuo from Han Zhou's attitude! It was because of this respect that he went all out and used the suffering body as soon as the battle started." "Ning Zhuo's technique of casting spells is very skillful. But even Jin Xing, who is famous for his attacks, only caused Han Zhou some flesh wounds. He is in danger!" Lin Shanshan was mixed in the crowd, and she agreed with everyone's comments. She couldn't help but get nervous, knowing that Han Zhou's offensive would be more fierce and violent next. This is because the "suffering body" is a physical skill similar to the "Vajra body". The latter can strengthen one's own defense, while the former can greatly increase one's own abilities by bearing external blows. As long as Han Zhou has the strength to fight, the heavier the blow he receives, the stronger he will be. "Mr. Ning Zhuo's gold magic has little effect and cannot break the suffering body in one blow. What should I do?" Lin Shanshan was anxious. She hoped that Ning Zhuo would win. Not only did she have a lot of good feelings for Ning Zhuo, but also because she had put in a lot of effort to help Ning Zhuo train. The more she put in, the more she would look at things from Ning Zhuo's perspective. Han Zhou stepped on the ground, causing the floor tiles of the martial arts field to crack directly! His speed soared, like a cannonball, rushing towards Ning Zhuo. The distance between the two sides was rapidly shortened! Ning Zhuo raced against time, pushed with both palms, and cast a water magic.
Three waves of water appeared out of thin air, impacting Han Zhou with huge power, trying to push Han Zhou back. Han Zhou's momentum was greatly reduced in the first round of water waves. But in the second round of water waves, his strength increased to the point where he could stand still. When the third round of water waves came, he rushed out directly! The more attacks he received, the stronger he became. Such a strange suffering body naturally has the ability to weaken the opponent's fighting will. Han Zhou used his body as a knife to split the waves and finally killed Ning Zhuo. Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and his eyes shone with brilliance. After several days of special training, he was going to take this opportunity to test his special training results through actual combat! The two sides exchanged fists and feet and started a close combat. At the beginning, the two sides were evenly matched, but soon, Han Zhou took the rhythm. His fists and feet alternated and attacked in turns, like a violent storm.