Yin and Yang Dual Cultivation

Chapter 174
Facing the cold iron needle waved by Nan Wenlu, Zheng Haoshuang not only spoke unforgivingly, but also kept his hands idle. In a blink of an eye, a layer of golden energy wrapped his right hand, and directly and quickly surpassed those cold needles. The iron needle shot away.

"Ding Ding Ding"

Zheng Haoshuang swung his right hand so quickly that only a faint afterimage could be seen. Those golden needles were nailed to his palm, as if they had hit a steel plate, and the sound of 'ding bell' kept ringing.

Seeing this, Nan Wenlu's expression didn't change much. He paid attention to Zheng Haoshuang's previous battles, and even classified the latter as a strong opponent. He knew very well that he wanted to defeat Zheng Haoshuang with a few cold iron needles. After a while, it is obviously impossible.

It was too late, and after Zheng Haoshuang blocked a few cold iron needles, Nan Wenlu also came to him at this time. The latter jumped up into the sky, and at the same time as he bent down, the ink painting folding fan in his hand shot out a few cold needles again. The iron needle, and the cold iron needle this time is more tricky than last time.

"Haha, apart from facing the dull-headed Zhang Longchi, if you face your grandpa Zheng under the foundation, you will only get beaten!"

Obviously, Zheng Haoshuang is very confident that he bears the "Qianyuan Divine Palm" given by Li An. When he sees a few cold iron needles coming, he still avoids them as before. He jumped up suddenly, palmed his left hand together, and slapped Nan Wenlu who was still in the air.

Seeing that Zheng Haoshuang broke his cold iron needle effortlessly, and then went straight to meet him, Nan Wenlu hurriedly, it was too late to shoot the cold iron needle again, so he could only wave the ink painting folding fan in his hand down.

For a long time, Zheng Haoshuang has always been open and close when facing people and enemies, and his palms and slaps are even more devastating, daring to confront the sword at the foundation level.

And Nan Wenlu, who is also on the eighth floor of the foundation, relies on cold iron needles to make the opponent overwhelmed, and then uses the fan method to attack its flaws.

But to Nan Wenlu, Zheng Haoshuang is like having a pair of palms made of fine steel, coupled with his powerful palms, it is impenetrable to wave, and the cold iron is already ineffective against the latter.

In this way, Nan Wenchang could only try to confront him head-on, to see if his slap technique was the sharpest, or Zheng Haoshuang's palm technique was more condensed.

At this time, the disciples in the auditorium all held their breaths, at such a close distance, judging from Zheng Haoshuang's past matches, whoever wins and who loses is only after that palm.
A layer of black aura glowed on the ink-painted folding fan, and with Nan Wenlu's waving, more bursts of black mist wrapped the folding fan. The black awns of the black ones are flashing and shining continuously.

Seeing Zheng Haoshuang grabbing at the folding fan without hesitation, the corners of Nan Wenlu's mouth rose slightly, and he felt a little secretly happy.

This folding fan of his seems to be extremely fragile, but in fact the fan surface is finely ground from the outer skin of the spirit-gathering beast, and the fan bones are even more amazing. Not only is the part exposed at the front extremely sharp, but also because the folding fan does not need to worry too much about the weight advantage. Therefore, the material of spiritual gathering was directly selected.

In this way, in terms of whose foundation-building soldiers are the sharpest and toughest, Nan Wenlu's ink-painting folding fan may not be the best, but it is more than enough to be tied for the first place.

"If you want to die yourself, you can't blame others!"

After a cold drink, Nan Wenlu's eyes flickered coldly. Although he didn't really intend to kill Zheng Haoshuang, he still didn't mind letting Zheng Haoshuang drop a few fingers.Since you, Zheng Haoshuang, are most proud of your palm skills, then I, Nan Wenlu, will break off a few of your fingers and see how rampant you are in the future!

And Zheng Haoshuang, facing the ink-painted folding fan that was about to touch his left hand, not only did he not show any sign of retreat, but instead showed a bright smile. The two rows of white teeth were extremely dazzling in Nan Wenlu's eyes.
"Give me back the fan! You reckless man, return it to me!"

Just when many spectators were paying attention, a dramatic change occurred on the field.

I saw Zheng Haoshuang holding the ink-painting folding fan in both hands and trying to break it, and the way he gritted his teeth and tried hard looked very funny.

As for Nan Wenlu, he was very distressed about his precious folding fan, but he was afraid of Zheng Haoshuang's power, but he didn't dare to go forward rashly, so he stood aside with an angry expression and kept roaring.

Because, after Zheng Haoshuang's golden palm touched the ink painting folding fan earlier, the latter only slightly bent, but did not break directly as expected.

Of course, Zheng Zhuangshi is full of confidence in his 'Qianyuan Divine Palm', no matter how you say it, this is also a kung fu that needs a divine certificate to exert its full power.

You must know that those who received Zheng Haoshuang's palm in the past, not to mention monks of the same level, even those sharp knives and swords, would not say that they were not damaged at all, but the ink painting folding fan was not damaged at all.

After a short period of suspicion, Zheng Haoshuang couldn't help but become curious about the Mohua folding fan. Under such circumstances, he directly grasped his palm into a claw, and forcibly snatched the Mohua folding fan from Nan Wenlu's hand
"I said, what are you shouting about? Do you want it? Come and get it yourself!" Zheng Haoshuang rolled his eyes at Nan Wenchang who was beside him, then lowered his head again, and fiddled with the ink painting folding fan as if no one else was there.

"I"

Nan Wenlu heard the words but couldn't say a word. At this time, Zheng Haoshuang used both hands hard, and the ink painting folding fan was bent to the left and crooked by him. Nan Wenlu was very familiar with the strength of the ink painting folding fan. Seeing this, if he still If you dare to step forward, don't you want to seek abuse properly.

Seeing this funny scene, all the disciples who watched the battle were stunned, but they burst into laughter again. Even the upper level of Cuiyunzong who was sitting in front couldn't help but smile a little, convinced by Zheng Haoshuang's lack of brain.

"Elder, I admit defeat, I abstain, you quickly ask him to return the folding fan!" In desperation, it was impossible to fight again, so Nan Wenlu hurriedly shouted at the presiding elder, in order to preserve his beloved .

Hearing this, the presiding elder shook his head helplessly, walked to the stage, looked around for a week, and then announced loudly: "Zheng Haoshuang won the battle for the top ten rankings on the Earth Cloud Rankings!"

In an instant, the entire martial arts arena resounded with cheers, and those female disciples who crazily adored Zheng Haoshuang once again expressed their thoughts and determination to give birth to monkeys for Zheng Haoshuang.

"Uh Zheng Haoshuang, shouldn't you return the folding fan first?!" Seeing that he had announced the result, Zheng Haoshuang turned his head absently and was about to leave, the presiding elder couldn't help shouting very speechlessly.

Hearing this, Zheng Haoshuang turned his head and asked in amazement: "I won against him, shouldn't this folding fan be used as a combat item?!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the martial arts arena was overwhelmed by it, and Nan Wenlu almost fainted, while the presiding elder responded in embarrassment: "Uh, this is a competition of the same sect, so, it's not good ?”

Obviously, the reason why the presiding elder did not say that this is a rule is because the Cuiyun Sect had never thought of or established this rule before.

Because, in Cuiyunzong's two worlds, because of the deep hatred, there have been assassins, although it is rare, but it has never happened.

Just imagine, they are all senior brothers in the same sect. It is not the same as outside. It is really not very good-looking to win people's treasures after defeating them, but no one thought that there would be such a living treasure as Zheng Haoshuang in the sect.

"Tch, just pay it back, who cares about this crap!"

After all, Zheng Haoshuang did not directly throw the ink painting folding fan at Nan Wenlu, but walked straight towards the latter. During the period, he did not forget to try to break it twice, and Nan Wenlu felt like crying for a while. tears.

(End of this chapter)