Chapter 210: Hit you, don't have to

He Changxiao was taken aback, turned his head slowly, took a look at Zhou Xing, and sneered: "Do you want to compare? Are the disciples that Tianyuanzong now accepts are so ignorant and thick? Ok! I will perfect you! But you only finished it. Building the foundation, I haven't entered the First Peeping Realm, and my Great Sword Sect disciple is at the lowest level of the First Peeping Realm. Would you like to fight?"
"Of course! And I want to challenge him!" Zhou Xing pointed at Xu Chu.
When Xu Chu was dumbfounded, he looked at him like a fool, and wanted to step forward.
He Changxiao crossed his arm, pointed at a person at the end of his team, and smiled and said: "You will win him first. Trust me, I'm doing it for you."
A disciple at the end of the team quickly stepped forward and said to Zhou Xing with a gloomy expression: "If Xu Qiang, I can't beat you down within a stick of incense, even if I lose!"
"Coincidentally, I thought so too." Zhou Xing was furious.
Soon, the two played against each other, and Xu Qiang urged the exercises they had practiced to the extreme. Like the previous two, they were also ruthless and unrelenting.
Zhou Xing relied on the technique of Jingxinquan to challenge, but he suffered a lot, because his whole body was so messy, and the Jingxinquan made the appearance of nothing but reality.
Xu Qiang saw that his opponent was strong in the outside world, and immediately stepped up the offensive, fully exerting his combat power, and the attacks containing spiritual energy bombarded Zhou Xing almost continuously.
The disciples of Tianyuan couldn't bear to witness, and they bowed their heads and sighed, and they were about to lose three games in a row.
Zhou Xing took countless blows, but couldn't beat the opponent a few times, and his anger became more intense. However, for some reason, he didn't feel much physical pain, even he himself didn't realize it.
Xu Qiang continued to attack, wanting to take down the opponent in one breath, in fact, it was very costly. It was strange to see that Zhou Xing always got the trick but never failed, and he also didn't see him using the body protection qi.
He Changxiao looked on with cold eyes, the appearance of Feng Qingyun did not care, his center was surprised, in his opinion, that frizzy boy should have fallen into a coma before a cup of tea.
Zhou Xing is still resisting the attack hard, almost not fighting back, but Xu Qiang's offensive is getting weaker and weaker, the attack speed is getting slower and slower, and the aura is sluggish, and it is unsustainable.
Seeing that he had almost stopped attacking, Zhou Xing immediately took a deep breath, forced down the chaotic state of mind, and took another deep breath.
Xu Qiang frowned when he saw that his opponent's attitude was obviously different from before, and he rushed forward again.
Almost at the same time, Zhou Xing also ran to him, and the two fought together again. But this time, the situation was completely opposite to the situation just now. Zhou Xing launched a strong attack, with fists to the flesh, without fail, and Xu Qiang couldn't open his eyes.
Zhou Xing's fist speed became faster and stronger, and his strength became stronger and stronger. Later, everyone could only see the shadow of the fist but couldn't see the strokes clearly, and they could even hear the clanging iron.
It's just that the noise didn't last long and stopped, because Xu Qiang collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.
Zhou Xing exhaled a sigh of breath and moved his muscles and bones all over his body. He felt that the fight was refreshing, and the Jingxin fist was used more smoothly than before.
Ji Qingsong, who was accustomed to expressionlessness, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and said loudly: "The third scene, Tianyuan Zhou Xingsheng!"
"Good job!"
"Good fight!"
"Zhou Xing! Come on!"
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The new disciples are all young people, cheering constantly. The expressions of Facheng and the elders on the stage also eased a lot.
He Changxiao's face was pale, and he said to Xu Chu: "Go! Wasn't he going to challenge you just now?"
Xu Chu led the queue and jumped in front of his opponent again. Now, no one cares whether to play three games or a few games.
Xu Chu kicked away the defeated fellow, and said gloomily: "You kid, what's the point of defeating the weakest person in my Great Sword Sect? Don't you want to deal with me? Well, I just stand here and don't move. , Take your three moves, if you can make me move half a step, even if I lose."
Zhou Xing said: "Well, if you move, you will walk on four legs!"
"Okay, I promise not to move!"
Zhou Xing slowly approached him with a sneer, Xu Chu smiled all over his face, and spread his hands, seeming not to care.
When the two were only one step apart, Zhou Xing suddenly punched and hit the opponent's chest. Xu Chu broke his words again, turned around, turned to Zhou Xing's left side, and struck him in the ribs with lightning.
Zhou Xing had long expected that his fist changed from punching to swinging, and he hit Xu Chu's left ear with a punch.
After a daze, Xu Chu shook his head abruptly, with fierce hair, and instantly lifted his cultivation to the extreme, raising his fists and smashing against Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing seemed to be the one who made the promise. He didn't dodge or dodge, and smashed Xu Chu with a simple fist. The sound of iron strikes sounded again.
Xu Chu raised his head and fisted fiercely, but fell completely downwind. When two fists hit one place, his fist was slightly twisted.
I don't know how many times, the two fists were smashed together again, and Xu Chu's five fingers were completely deformed after hearing a click.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Zhou Xing smashed the dog, his fist rained down, and when Xu Chu screamed louder, he turned and ran.
He lost another game in a blink of an eye. He Changxiao's eyes were splitting with hatred, and he said word by word: "Good boy, dual cultivation of spiritual body, so hidden! Now it is two to two, dare you dare to compare the last one? ?"
Zhou Xing said: "Of course."
"Hahaha!" He Changxiao laughed up to the sky, "Well, good boy, I admire you a little bit."
Zhou Xing spent a lot of time in the two games in a row. He stopped talking and began to meditate cross-legged to adjust his internal breath. When he beat Xu Qiang, he used Jingxin Fist. At that time, there was no white villain in his mind. Fighting Xu Chushi was not a Mosquito Fist at all. He didn't even know how to defeat Xu Chu.
"Smelly boy, that's because you were too angry, and you turned your anger into the dragon when you slapped it, affecting the true dragon energy in your body!" Amidst doubts, Zhou Xing's master's voice sounded in his heart.
"Angry Dragon Qi? What is that?" Zhou Xing asked in his heart.
"The practice of "True Dragon Qi" is very good, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a high-level low-grade exercise. True Dragon Qi is actually divided into four stages, namely True Dragon Qi, Angry Dragon Qi, and Crazy Dragon Qi. And the Tyrannical Qi, if you can cultivate to the Tyrannical Qi, tut... your opponent has already played, and if it doesn’t work, give up and don’t die!"
Zhou Xing opened his eyes, and the person in front of him was indeed Ma Yuanshan, the first disciple of the Great Sword Sect, who had a first glimpse of the realm middle-level cultivation.
Zhou Xing couldn't help smiling in his heart. This Great Sword Sect was indeed a huge base, and it was too shameless to let himself be a middle-level player who had just built a foundation in the early battle!
"If you still need to adjust your internal interest, I can wait for you to stick incense." Ma Yuanshan said.
Zhou Xing jumped up slightly, shook his head and smiled, "I don't have to hit you."