Confucian camp.

"The Holy Fight!"

After dealing with the little monk's matter, Li Ziye didn't know where his head was cramping again, and he actually wanted to challenge Little Red Riding Hood.

A certain person always feels that he is doing well again just after he has made a little progress.

In the camp, the two people stood facing each other. Then, Li Ziye shouted loudly and launched a big move.

Surrounding him, a group of Confucian disciples were watching, acting as if they were eating melons.

Fight, fight.

Come on, big brother!

The support rate is one-sided. No one is optimistic about Li Ziye, as long as they are not blind.

Regardless of strength or charisma, Little Red Riding Hood wins.

"Twenty moves, twenty moves at most."

A disciple secretly placed a bet, betting that Li would lose within twenty moves.

"Fifteen moves!"

A disciple hesitated for a moment and whispered.

"Ten moves are the most."

A familiar voice came and said.

"Two...Second Senior Brother!"

When everyone reacted, they were shocked and immediately shut up, pretending that they had not said anything.

Wen Xiuru smiled and stood there quietly, watching the competition ahead.

Although Brother Li has made great progress these days, compared with his senior brother, he is still far behind.

What's more important is that the senior brother is very familiar with all of Brother Li's martial arts.

For example, Chen Jiaoxi only demonstrated the Haoran Palm Technique practiced by Brother Li once, and the rest was basically taught step by step by the senior brother. There was also the Flying Immortal Technique, which was also practiced with the help of the senior brother. Even the Buddhist moves

His mirror is not the same as his own, and his senior brother has seen him many times and gave him many pointers.

How to fight?

No need to fight!

Beat up!

Sure enough, during the battle, Li Ziye unleashed his ultimate move, and his energy surged upwards, almost breaking through the limits of the second divine treasure and reaching the third level.

After practicing for many days, Li Moumou barely succeeded in the Holy Fighting Technique, and finally he could control it a little.

Among them, Little Red Riding Hood takes more than half of the credit.

To describe it in four words, just work hard!

Difficult to teach, stupid!

Li Moumou's talent is the worst that Bai Wangyu, the senior Confucian disciple, has ever seen... Well, because of someone's face, I can barely take one.

Li ate most of the elixirs brought by Zhu Zhu, and Li also ate less of the elixirs brought by Faru.

Coupled with the fact that Li came to Mobei and brought a load of medicine with him, someone's cultivation resources are so good that it is simply enviable.

However, there are no eggs.

"Bang!"

Just after ten moves, a figure flew through the air and drew a graceful curve. With a bang, it fell face to the ground and ate mud.

History is always surprisingly similar and never changes.

"It's indeed ten moves."

Outside the battle, Wen Xiuru said with self-satisfaction that his skills were getting better and better.

In the distance, Chen Qiaoer narrowed his eyes slightly after watching the competition in front of him and said, "They are both sons of the Li family, so why is the gap so big?"

That Li Qingzhi was already able to compete with the great cultivators of the Five Realms. This Li Ziye had spent countless cultivation resources, but he was still so weak.

Even a pig should be enlightened after being fed so many powerful medicines and medicine kings.

"I have broken through to the third level in the past two days of practicing Confucianism. We don't need to worry about it at all. It's just this kid."

On the side, Yao Guihai also had a look of hatred on his face. He had seen stupid people, but never such stupid people.

"His understanding of moves is just passable, given his training speed."

In front of the two of them, Fa Ru sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Forget it, the Li family has a lot of money, and if it doesn't work, just use the King of Medicine and the Great Medicine to pile it up."

"Yesterday, another batch of large medicines from the Li family was delivered here. The Central Plains is so far away from here, and there will be trouble on the road. The Li family can deliver the large medicines smoothly, and their energy is really great." Yao Guihai said with emotion.

"Money can make the world go round."

Chen Qiaoer said lightly, "Isn't this what that kid often says?"

"Get ready, let's give him that medicine king to help him open his fifth meridian."

Fa Ru said.

"Um!"

Yao Guihai and Chen Qiaoer nodded in response.

Half a day later.

In front of the tent, Confucian disciples came one after another carrying buckets of hot water, entered the tent, and filled the big wooden buckets with hot water. They were very busy.

"Husband, I will help you change your clothes."

Not long after, after the medicinal bath was ready, Zhu Zhu took a step forward, looked at the young man in front of her, and said with a smile.

"This...isn't good."

Li Ziye said shyly.

"Boy, what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Ahead, Yao Guihai saw this and said impatiently.

"What are you urging!"

Li Ziye glanced at the group of people in front of him, the shy look on his face suddenly disappeared, and he said angrily, "There are so many of you, how can I take off my clothes!"

"Brother Li, just pretend we don't exist."

In the tent, Wen Xiuru said with a smile, "Everyone is also curious. After all, no one has ever seen such a strange thing as the reshaping of meridians."

"Uh-huh!"

Behind, a group of Confucian disciples nodded vigorously.

At this age, they had never heard that meridians could be reshaped. Li Jiaoxi was indeed different from ordinary people.

Li Ziye gritted his teeth angrily and really wanted to smash these guys to death with a barrel.

Although there is no need to hide this matter today, it is too much to have so many people watching!

"Father Farru!"

Li Ziye looked at Faru on the side, hoping that Faru's father could help control these guys.

"Hurry up, kid, I'll have something to do later."

Faru ignored the request of the boy in front of him and urged.

When Li Ziye heard this, his face showed a look of grievance, and even Fa Ru's father changed.

As a last resort, Li Moumou had no choice but to start taking off his clothes in front of everyone.

"Master Zhang."

Beside Fa Ru, Bai Wangyu opened the wooden box containing the medicine king and handed it over.

In the wooden box, a green lotus was lying there quietly. The fragrance of the medicine was fragrant. Just the smell of it made the Confucian disciples in the tent feel relaxed and happy.

Faru took the medicine king and stepped forward.

As soon as Li Ziye entered the medicine barrel, he was immediately burned and grinned.

All around, a group of people showed nervous expressions on their faces.

It’s about to begin!

In front of the medicine bucket, Faru's face darkened, and he put his hand on the chest of the young man in front of him. A vast amount of righteous energy surged out from his whole body. He injected it gently at first, waiting to find the fifth meridian that was blocked by the former.

With a bang, the majestic and endless aura of righteousness suddenly burst out, shattering its meridians inch by inch.

"ah!"

In an instant, a scream like a slaughtered pig resounded through the Confucian camp. The wilderness was unprotected and could be heard for several miles.
To be continued...