Log in and fight a hundred years in advance

Chapter 7

"bring it on!"

As soon as Zhao Li finished speaking, he saw Zhao Ming rushing forward, making a fist with his right hand, retracting his arm, and accumulating strength. When he arrived in front of Zhao Li, he punched Zhao Li, and there was a faint sound in the air. There was a sound of breaking through the sky.

At the beginning of practice, there really weren't many fancy fighting methods.

Zhao Li took his time, gently raised his hand, and applied what he had just learned.

The fighting spirit was running, attached to his hand, and he stretched out his palm lightly, and punched Zhao Mingzhu. Zhao Ming felt that the power of his punch seemed to hit the cotton, and the power of the punch spread out around him.

Seeing that the blow was useless, Zhao Minggang wanted to withdraw his fist and come again, but he felt a special force pulling his fist in Zhao Li's palm. He did not pull it back for a while, but instead staggered between Zhao Li's fist and pull.

Then Zhao Li pushed, but Zhao Ming felt a huge force coming down his arm, reaching his chest in an instant, and then he was knocked to the ground.

Everyone watching the battle in the audience only saw Zhao Li lightly reaching out, not only blocking Zhao Ming's fist, but also easily knocking Zhao Ming to the ground. The conversation stopped abruptly, and the martial arts arena seemed to be held down for a moment. Hit the pause button.

"What happened? Zhao Ming changed his gender?"

"Who knows what he was thinking, maybe he had some bad intentions."

"Is it possible that he was afraid of taking action because he was worried about Brother Zhao Li's identity?"

With Zhao Ming's strength close to that of a fighting master, they didn't think Zhao Li could stop him.

"Brother Zhao Ming, are you okay? I'm sorry, I saw you were so confident just now. I didn't stop for a moment, and my fists and feet were blind. Didn't I hurt you?"

Zhao Li looked embarrassed, looked at Zhao Ming, and asked, "Are you coming again?"

"Continue, I was careless just now. I will use my fighting skills next, so you have to be careful."

Zhao Ming stood up, shook his hands, and secretly said in his heart:
"This boy's fighting skills are a little weird. He looks soft, but he is so strong. Use all your strength. I don't believe you can't deal with a boy who has just broken through the fighting force, but you can't let the boat capsize in the hands of this boy."

Zhao Ming attacked again:

"Xuanbing Palm!"

"It seems that he is going to take action for real. Although he is not that good, his strength is indeed not weak."

"Anyone who suffers a small loss will take it seriously, otherwise he will be beaten all the time, right?"

Zhao Li ignored the conversation around him. After the moment, he gained some confidence in the 'transformation' technique. He did not dodge, spread his legs apart, and squatted slightly, but assumed a Tai Chi stance.

As the fighting spirit circulates, a unique aura seems to be formed around him.

Seeing that Zhao Ming's palm was about to hit him, Zhao Li moved his hand gently with a wild horse's mane. Following his heart, he took Zhao Ming with him, and then the palm failed again. Without waiting for Zhao Li to continue, After attacking, Zhao Ming felt his fighting spirit surge, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.

Zhao Li was not surprised. Although he had not advanced as a fighter in these years, he also visited the Kung Fu Fighting Skill Pavilion frequently. Naturally, he knew that Xuan Bing Zhang was a low-level fighting skill at the Xuan level. It was very powerful, but it was not that easy. mastered.

Zhao Ming obviously hadn't reached the state where he could adjust the weight and weight at will. He used all his strength with one palm, but failed to hit it out, and suffered a backlash from the fighting spirit.

At this time, Zhao Li seemed to be in a special state, but he had another realization.

Thinking back to the wild horse parting its mane just now, I just wanted to transform into it and attack, but I didn't expect that it actually formed a unique aura around it, and even mobilized the fighting spirit of the outside world to a certain extent. This is amazing, maybe I can take this opportunity to get in touch To the realm of 'potential'.

Zhao Ming vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the raging fighting spirit calmed down a little. Seeing that Zhao Li was full of flaws now, he still wanted to fight again. In these years, he was the only one who bullied his younger brothers based on his cultivation. How could he be so embarrassed?

"Get out!"

An old voice reached Zhao Ming's ears. When Zhao Ming heard the scolding, he got excited and ran away quickly. "You guys should leave too!"

This is what he said to the people watching the battle around him.

The one who spoke was the elder in charge of the martial arts arena.

While he ensured that no accidents would happen to the younger members of the clan during the sparring session, he was also willing to give pointers to the younger members of the clan who took a fancy to him. Seeing that Li seemed to have some thoughts, he spoke up and dispersed the crowd.

The people watching the battle in the audience also dispersed obediently, but exchanges were inevitable along the way. Although the battle just now was in a fog, they all understood that Zhao Ming was defeated, and they were naturally a little happy in their hearts.

"Do you understand? So happy."

"No, I just feel happy when I see him being unlucky. Who told him to lie to me back then?"

"Me too, I deserve it."

At the same time, Zhao Li, who had defeated Zhao Ming, was also discussed by the clan members. Gradually, they all knew about Zhao Li.

During this battle, the name that had been discussed by the clan members earlier because of the Dan Sect leader's acceptance of disciples was once again spread among the Zhao family.

"This boy seems to be the son of the third child in the eldest brother's family. Very good. With such a talent, Dou Huang is not a problem, and there is even hope for Dou Zong. When he grows up, the Zhao family can safely pass on the inheritance for hundreds of years."

In a corner of the martial arts arena, an old man was lying lazily on a rocking chair, watching Zhao Li on the stage performing a set of soft boxing techniques, which seemed to mobilize the surrounding energy, but he sighed.

"This boxing fighting skill is amazing. It's at least a high-level Xuan level. It's great to have an alchemist as a teacher..." Although he has been stuck at the peak of fighting spirit for many years and has not been able to break through, he still has good eyesight.

Zhao Li didn't know this, he just recalled the feeling just now and practiced the fancy Tai Chi he had learned over and over again.

The wild horse parted its mane, the white crane spread its wings, the cloud hand grasped the bird's tail... As he executed each move, Zhao Li felt the resonance interaction between himself and the outside world.

After a long time, Zhao Li stopped and slowly withdrew his attack.

After absorbing the insights, Zhao Li's understanding of the fighting skills he practiced improved.

In the past, fighting skills seemed to be driven only by one's own fighting spirit. However, in addition to using one's own fighting spirit, fighting skills can also interact and resonate with external energy. They can mobilize the energy of heaven and earth to a certain extent and increase their power.

The most important division of the fourth level of Xuanhuang in the world of fighting skills is that there are more than few who mobilize energy.

If it is the same fighting skill, one person can understand the resonance with the outside world and call upon the external energy, but one person cannot, or if the degree of resonance with the outside world is different and the energy is called up differently, the destructive power of the fighting skill will naturally be different.

Glancing outside, the sky was already darkening. Thinking about the harvest this time, Zhao Li did not intend to continue spending time in the martial arts field. He turned around and left, thinking as he walked:
"When you practice fighting skills in the future, you should learn more about the interaction between fighting skills and the outside world, as well as many theoretical techniques from previous lives. You should also study them. Maybe you can shine in this world!"

Night, the night is getting darker and darker, but the bright moon in the sky seems to be competing with the dark night, spreading its bright moonlight all over the earth.

After Zhao Li finished his training, he was a little dissatisfied. This time he had an epiphany. Zhao Li accidentally came into contact with the realm of 'shi' and almost made the path to the Douhuang level wide and flat. As long as he had enough energy, Zhao Li would soon be able to Being able to cultivate to the level of Douhuang, Zhao Li was not very satisfied with his previously slow cultivation speed.

Looking at the Fiery Fire Technique in his hand, Zhao Li felt quite regretful. This Fiery Fire Technique could have been used as a heirloom technique by a third-rate family in the Daqian Empire, but Zhao Li looked down upon it:
"I should also find a book of exercises to practice, but it's a pity that I only have a copy of Xuan-level intermediate exercises. Although I have come into contact with a lot of exercises over the years, it is not enough to support my own self-created exercises."

Since he came into contact with cultivation, Zhao Li has consciously studied the exercises and wanted to summarize and create his own exercises. He has always known that the one that suits him is the best.It's a pity that my father and others feel that they are not doing their jobs properly and don't have much guidance.

Throwing the Fierce Fire Jue into the Najie again, Zhao Li remembered the jar that Senior Wang had taken a few days ago.

I heard that he put some good things in it. Although Zhao Li didn't have any expectations, he still hoped that he would be a European emperor at this time. According to the fingerprints called by Senior Wang, Zhao Li unsealed the first jar and put it in. The thing inside was taken out, and it was a third-level magic core. It cost [-] gold coins, which was not a loss.

According to the law, Zhao Li took out the contents of the second jar, but it was a book. Zhao Li flipped through it and exclaimed: "Fuck, this is impossible..."

(End of this chapter)