The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

hum!

A chill surged through Shen Lang's body, and he slapped the tiger with his icy palm.

With this big stroke of the pen, Menghu's face was crooked by Shen Lang's slap and was stained with Shen Lang's ink.

The child turned around and picked up the pen again. The ground under Shen Lang softened, as if trying to bury Shen Lang underground.

Shen Lang knew that if this continued, he would be controlled to death by him!

Click, click, click...

Suddenly, a terrifying chill spread around Shen Lang, freezing him in all directions.

The child wanted to hide, but how could he hide from the freezing cold that covered thousands of miles?

The moment the child touched the cold air, he was frozen into an ice sculpture.

The ground around Shen Lang was not spared either. The cold directly froze the ground, and it no longer had the previous swampy feeling.

boom!

Shen Lang somersaulted, and the clods of earth that were trapping him were shaken away, and he stood on the ground.

"Eh?" Elder Purple looked at Shen Lang's spell in disbelief: "This spell... is emitted by True Essence? No, this is True Qi..."

"Can a person in the Divine Sea Realm use a spell of this power?"

"Hu, hu, hu..." A drop of cold sweat flowed down Shen Lang's head.

If there hadn't been a thousand miles of ice, he would have been doomed!

In fact, when he was sparring, he never thought of using Thousand Mile Ice or Thunder and Fire Sword. After all, he was paying someone to practice with him, not to show off his superiority. He could only grow by using normal spells against the enemy.

However, the child's attacks came one after another, and Shen Lang was simply unable to cope with them.

"Shen Lang wins!" Seeing that the child couldn't break free, the purple-robed elder waved his hand, and the ice froze.

The child's eyes were filled with confusion, and then he bowed to Shen Lang: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

"Thank you." Shen Lang also returned the greeting.

Shit, ten spirit stones are gone just like that...

If it were a normal job, this would be equivalent to my monthly salary.

Sure enough, picking a fight with someone is a high-cost activity...

"Brother Shen, if you break all the methods with one force, it will not serve the purpose of training." Seeing this, Su Mu couldn't help but come to Shen Lang.

"It's an instinctive reaction. I won't do it again next time..." Shen Lang swallowed his saliva and wanted to find Mo Yi to ask how to deal with such a person, but found that Mo Yi was not around.

Tsk, why do I always look for her when something happens?

This is not good, you have to be independent!

"Brother Shen, have you never experienced such an opponent before?" Su Mu asked curiously.

"Yeah." Shen Lang nodded: "Excuse me."

"When I was in the Northern Territory before, I was in the Leaping Mortal Realm at the beginning, and I fought with cultivators at that time. Opponents in the Leaping Mortal Realm can only use martial arts, and few can use magic."

"On the battlefield, we fought with real swords and guns. The magic of the grassland people is simple and crude, and I have never encountered anything like this before."

At this time, Elder Ziyi also came to Shen Lang: "Do you know what your problem is?"

This is also the second benefit of using the sect’s resources to find a sparring partner. The elders will give you some simple guidance.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to convince the public if the sect only collected venue fees and money for finding people.

“I don’t know…” Shen Lang shook his head and said humbly, “Uncle Master, please enlighten me.”

"As a warrior, you didn't even try to get close to the enemy when you were fighting a painter. Aren't you courting death?" Elder Purple asked, "How long have you been a disciple?"

"This... ten days."

"Is this the first time you've fought with a painter?" Elder Purple was a little surprised.

"Correct."

"Phew, that's understandable. Remember, next time you meet a painter, get closer to him as soon as possible." The purple-robed elder taught.

"What if I use a long-range attack?" Shen Lang casually shot out a flying snow dart.

"Unless you are an expert in hidden weapons, otherwise, it will be difficult." Elder Purple shook his head: "The painter's paintings are all magical weapons, both offensive and defensive, mainly for long-range suppression, so there are naturally means of long-range defense."

"Thank you for your advice." Shen Lang bowed.

Soon, the child was also called over.

"Do you know where you went wrong?" the purple-robed elder said to the child.

The child thought for a moment and said, "Brother, your magic is so powerful that you can break all magic with one force. Is my cultivation not enough?"

"No, you were standing there so foolishly to unfold the scroll at the beginning, and the enemy could capture you in an instant." The purple-robed elder said, "If he was not bad at fighting against painters, he would have rushed towards you directly, and you might have been defeated before you even unfolded the scroll."

"If Senior Brother rushes over, I will retreat..."

"No ifs!" Elder Purple said decisively, "Even if he didn't rush towards you the first time, how do you know if he is trying to confuse you? There is a magic that can leave a clone in the same place, and then the main body will blend into the surrounding environment."

"If a close combat expert gets close to you, you'll be dead!"

"But if I keep moving, it will be difficult to control the scroll..." The child lowered his head.

“Then practice hard, and try to be able to control the scroll in any posture. That’s what a painter does,” the purple-robed elder taught.

"Thank you for your advice!" The child nodded vigorously.

This fight was of great benefit to both Shen Lang and the child.

"Won again!"

"He won again?"

"Yes, that's him!"

At this moment, many people exclaimed.

Shen Lang looked in the direction of the voices.

But then, a child in his early teens, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji, was stepping on a painter, with a cold look in his eyes, like a killing god descending to the world...

Chapter 201 Letting go

Shen Lang walked over, and Lu Fengxian had already started the next game.

The opponent he faced was a man who played the piano.

The woman was sitting opposite Lu Fengxian, and she sat back as if there was a chair behind her, put the zither on her legs, and placed her bare hands on the strings.

She looked at Lu Fengxian with a serious expression, as if she was looking at a ferocious beast.

Her cultivation level is the Divine Sea Realm, but she is about twenty years old, about the same age as Shen Lang, and is at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm.

After these days of practice, Lu Fengxian has three divine seas, while the woman has five divine seas, and she only needs a little chance to enter the Zhoutian realm.

"start!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, Lu Fengxian, holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji that was much taller than him, rushed towards his opponent like a tiger.

when!

The woman flicked her hand, and the sound waves turned into substance and attacked Lu Fengxian.

brush……

Lu Fengxian turned the painted halberd in his hand, and a gust of wind and snow wrapped around him, with a hint of sword intent in the wind and snow.

The sound of the piano came to the edge of the wind and snow and disappeared into thin air.

The woman's face changed slightly, she stepped on the ground with her little feet, and slid backwards.

Her hands moved extremely fast, and the sound of the piano came from all directions and enveloped Lu Fengxian.

Looking at Lu Fengxian's appearance, he seemed not to be affected by the sound of the piano at all.

For a moment, Shen Lang didn't know what the principle was.

Logically speaking, shouldn't I use the Ice Armor when facing this kind of opponent? What the hell is summoning snowstorm...

"Beautiful!" Su Mu came to Shen Lang's side, clapped his hands, and exclaimed: "This little guy is incredible. The wind and snow he summoned are for sound, not power and protection."

"His ears are filled with the sound of wind and snow, so the harm caused by the piano music is minimal."

"Plus, the zither master is best at group battles, mainly assisting and attacking in groups. If we face him alone, we won't be able to bring out any advantages."

There was a strange look on Shen Lang's face. The Wind and Snow Blade could be used like this?

He suddenly remembered what Mo Yi had said to him before.

Wei Qianluo and Xue Piao Renjian are blood relatives. Since Lu Fengxian has never learned any martial arts but only magic, he can use his own things.

Only Shen Lang, using Xue Piao Renjian's skills, got half the result with twice the effort.

"Is this the Lu Fengxian?"

"Yes, it is said that he is the nephew of Senior Sister Mo's disciple. He has been fighting in this ring for eight days and has not lost a single match."

"Amazing……"

"The most terrifying thing is that he had never used his Fang Tian Hua Ji before. He just picked it up at random from the weapon rack. He said he was reluctant to use his own magic weapon, the long sword, for fear of damaging it."

"He learned sword skills, and uses the Fang Tian Hua Ji?"

"Well, he didn't use it very well on the first day, but on the third day he already had his own moves."

"That's not a martial art at all. It's clearly battlefield martial arts. It's all about moving and attacking. You just need to find the enemy's weakness and poke it. It would be the same if you changed his weapon."

As expected, Lu Fengxian used the Fang Tian Hua Ji in a completely random manner. He probably chose this weapon because it was longer.

After all, on the battlefield, an inch longer is an inch stronger.

"I figured it out myself..." Shen Lang couldn't help swallowing.

"Yes, when this guy fights, he wins entirely by relying on his battle instincts." An inner sect disciple beside Shen Lang said, "I also fought with him the day before yesterday. The way he dodged my spells was ugly, but very useful. The elders analyzed that he fights entirely by instinct, and he hasn't learned many spells that are suitable for his skills."

"Besides, he also focuses on physical skills."

hum!

As if he had found the opponent's weakness, Lu Fengxian threw his hand and the Fang Tian Hua Ji directly knocked the zither away.

"This……"

"The timing was perfect. Junior Sister Wang was caught just by changing direction."

"He also calculated the attack distance and force perfectly."

"He's really brave. If he had missed the shot, he would have been left with nothing."

"There is also a danger now. The weapon is close to Junior Sister Wang. If she takes the zither, won't the child be left empty-handed?"

There were exclamations from the crowd, and some discussions.

The woman was a little flustered and quickly flew over to take the zither, but she saw that Lu Fengxian seemed to have planned it well. The moment she took the zither and was about to play the strings, Lu Fengxian's fist was already in front of her.

boom!

The woman's eyes were hit hard by Lu Fengxian.

"ah!"

The woman cried out in pain.

boom!

Lu Fengxian kneed the woman in the stomach again.

As the two fell from the air, Lu Fengxian took the opportunity to ride on the woman.

bang, bang, bang...

His fists rained down on the woman's face.