Chapter 1699: Practice hope

Concentration is the eternal label of a shooter.
At the same time, for a top-level overhaul with a big bow, he can never get a second arrow if he can solve it with one arrow!
"Om!"
After Xu Jin let go, the soft sound of the purple dragon bow that shook the entire void had unimaginable penetrating power, but what was even more breathtaking was the monster that completely tore the void open. Different purple arrows.
In an instant, on the martial arts field in the middle of the Shenjing City, the countless peach blossoms that fluttered in the void, as if they had suffered a violent storm, burst open from the inside to the outside, billowing and dancing.
The squandering flowers are gradually becoming charming, and the world is shining with a single arrow!
In the next breath, a touch of purple light that completely exceeded the ability of the people around it to catch sight, flashed away, and at the same time the arrows within the purple light rose to the sky, completely shattering the countless sharp swords of the white tigers covering the sky above the sky, crackling gold The cracking sound of iron is endless.
At this moment, the entire void of the martial arts field was like a sea that was hit by a meteorite, and it began to vibrate and undulate violently, and every drop of water in this turbulent wave was a strange purple ice crystal.
In the next instant, purple lingering and infinitely chilly and undulating above the martial arts field, a tiger roar that shocked the mind directly sounded, and if you listen carefully, you will find that there is a solemn color in this tiger roar.
From Xu Jin letting go, and then the entire sky was almost completely shattered, all this happened too fast and too fast, so fast that most of the spectators just blinked, this fierce arrow was just enough. Unimaginable power pouring out between heaven and earth.
But the impact of this arrow does not stop there.
I saw that above the densely intertwined sky of pink, white, and purple, a huge object fell directly, causing the unknown people to exclaim:
"It's Baihu, the king scroll of the Baihu Academy was shot down into the void by an arrow!"
Before the cry of exclamation, the virtual blank tiger that fell from the sky slammed on the ground of the martial arts field, and then the white tiger hung around the body of the materialized sharp air, and countless purple ice crystals began to spread rapidly, accompanied by the extreme chill. Began to freeze.
"The overall situation is set!"
In Shen Xiancheng’s Sitian Supervisor branch, Chu Zhengyang, who saw this scene, retracted his gaze from the scroll of mountains and seas above, and continued to make a strong magnetic voice:
"Although the disciples of the White Tiger Academy have extraordinary cultivation bases, their backgrounds are still a little bit shallower after all. Girls, in fact, as soon as the ten-mile red formation comes out, people like us know that this matchup is triumphant for our Dao Palace."
"Father, the Shilihong Great Array is the Dao Palace’s Zhengong Array, and it's a bit invincible to be used in the performance of the younger generation."
"Because this time it involves the ancient secret realm. You don't know anything about it. Every piece of treasure in this ancient secret realm is comparable to a divine weapon. This is the most generous one of your majesty.
"Don't talk about Old Man Wen, even if it's your father and I will be in charge of this matter, I will definitely try my best to win this martial arts performance. This is related to the inheritance and heritage of the sect."
Chu Zhengyang's words were neither humble nor overbearing, and his expression was indifferent. It is true that facing this time of martial arts in the secret realm, all academies and forces in Daxia tried their best. Therefore, from the other side, this martial arts was a game of mutual competition It's the foundation between the forces behind it.
Between the White Tiger Academy and the Dao Palace, there is a Grand Master of the Birth and Death Realm on each side. At the same time, the rest of the monks are also at the peak of the real world. Therefore, from the perspective of the strength of the younger generation of monks, the gap between the two is not obvious.
But as Chu Zhengyang said, Dao Gong has a ten-mile red peach formation with top offense and defense!
It is worth mentioning that, in order to meet the combat needs of today's elite beheadings of Daxia, from start to finish, this martial arts exercise is not a single fight, but a five-man team duel.
In this way, the role of this combined formation becomes prominent.
After all, the big formation is like a hub connecting various practitioners, condensing the strength of all people's cultivation in one place, and can burst out several times the power, so an overhaul like Chu Zhengyang can be extremely easy. See the winners and losers behind this show.
"Mastering the power of the law and the depth of the formation of the younger generation are the key to this duel!"
Chu Zhengyang's continued explanation fell, and then, beside him, the Rift Light Valley Human Race man and others, whose expressions of astonishment grew denser, continued to look up at the sky, and a muttering voice came out:
"Mother, I want to practice!"
"Blackhead, it's too late for you to practice cultivation now?"
"Have you never heard such a sentence? It is never too late to practice. Maybe in the future, I will also be a powerful monk."
After the voice fell, the color of the wing in the dark man's eyes became more and more intense, as if there was a raging flame, which was burning.
In fact, this kind of look appeared in his eyes, not only the guys in the Rift Valley at this time, but also the countless people in Daxia who were watching all of this. Their eyes also had a desire for cultivation.
Everyone has a dream of practice in their hearts!
Perhaps because of various factors, not everyone can embark on the path of spiritual practice, but once the surging enthusiasm in the heart is completely ignited, then the dreams in the heart will gradually emerge, and all kinds of tastes will flow into the heart.
Then the dark man with black head in Rift Valley made a fist with his right hand and waved heavily, and the voice continued to be heard:
"A man is a teenager until he dies. After our two states and the vast land of Shenzhou are formally communicated, I must go and pursue my dream, and I can enter the so-called Baidi Academy!"
"This little brother is right. In fact, if you want to practice and have talent, it is never too late. In the entire history of our human race, there are many examples of how to become monks halfway through their lives.
"Actually, the most important thing is determination. Cultivating the heart is hard. It is not as easy as imagined. It is perseverance. If the little brother has the heart, he will set up a dojo in Shenxiancheng in the Taoist palace where he is located.
After the words fell, the people around smiled, and then Yan Lao raised his right hand and slapped the dark man's forehead directly. The voice came out:
"You kid first plant the land well, and then we will go to the capital to find Hongdou and younger brothers and sisters, and the old man will take you with you.
"Okay, that's great!"
Chu Zhengyang's words fell, and the dark-skinned man patted his hands, eager to try.
As he said, if there is a dream in his heart, he will still be a teenager to death.
For the people of Daxia today, what is even more commendable is perhaps the flames of hope floating in their hearts and the life of self-choice.