The rabbits rose and falcons fell on the platform, and the changes were very fast. The brother Guanzhan didn't have time to react until the two separated and could barely understand the situation.

"Wow"

"Okay!", "Okay!", "Okay"

Colorful sounds were everywhere, and there were many discussions.

"The fight is so fast, can Jing Hua fight against his personal disciples?"

"Pei Lei is still amazing! A senior brother said just now, that's called a secret technique!"

"Where are your eyes? Is it obvious that Jinghua has the upper hand?"

"It's not over yet, how do you know?"

"Fuck! Senior Brother Pei is the master of the sect, how can the outer disciples compare to?"

The disciples opened their eyes and argued endlessly. Several foundation-building monks patrolled around. Seeing the scene, Pei and his two attacked and defended properly and decisively killed each other, and couldn't help but secretly appreciate them. Even the masters were quite surprised, and Qu Chi even said "ah" and said.

Pei Lei has a secret technique, and it is not a secret among the top leaders of the "Fire Thunder Sect". The spirit-gathering disciples combine talismans and attacks in a series of ways are nothing in their eyes. However, Jing Hua's counterattacks are fierce and ruthless, the quickness of the left and right exchanges, the wonderfulness of mastering the timing, and the accuracy of using the talisman to land, are really beyond their expectations.

The talisman attack is not accurate, and the range of the spiritual sense locking range is rough. Jing Hua's move is so accurate that in addition to having strong spiritual power, he also needs to control the spiritual sect and practice day and night. This is the talent of the monk, and it is difficult to change human power.

At this point, several masters can understand it. Jinghua's qualifications and roots are the best choices. He is still diligent when entering the outside world. Regardless of whether there are hidden dangers in his mind, the word "toughness" is definitely worthy of. Compared with Pei Lei, there may be a slight gap, but it is definitely not inferior to other personal stories.

Qu Chi didn't care about face and asked for someone on the spot.

"Sect Master, this disciple is so outstanding, it's a pity to bury the outer sect. There are not many disciples under me, look..."

Xiao Shuping was secretly funny. I recommended it to you back then, but now I am pretending to be stupid, and Senior Brother Qu is really willing to do it. However, Jing Hua performed really well, and even he himself was a little moved.

Wei Qingfeng's face was indifferent and his tone was very plain.

"This is Jing Hua, his father Jing Tianci is under the jurisdiction of Junior Brother Hongsong, and he is his personal disciple. We have made some achievements in this class. This child should be given to Junior Brother Hongsong for training in terms of emotion and reason, and achieve a good story of father and son as a teacher."

Qu Chi was not giving up and continued, "Junior Brother Hongsong accompanied Uncle Fang to the 'Demon Valley'. The space there was disordered and I don't know when it would be opened. It's not clear that they stayed for ten or eight years, wouldn't it delay the disciple?"

Wei Qingfeng said lightly: "Then you don't have to worry. After the competition, I will immediately promote Jinghua to an inner disciple. Give him the qualification to enter and exit the "Meritorious Academy" which will be of great benefit to his experience. If Junior Brother Hongsong comes back late, how many masters and uncles are just decorations and can't he give him a few tips?"

Qu Chi was speechless. What the leader said was reasonable and he didn't want to say anything else. The disciples he chose were of good qualifications, but now compared with Jing Hua, the difference between the two was too annoying.

On the high platform, the atmosphere was depressing. After preliminary tests, both of them realized that the other party was not easy to mess with and became more cautious in their actions.

Jing Hua stared at his opponent's shoulders and thought anxiously.

With the blessing of the "amplification technique", the power of the talisman is significantly improved. If the opponent is constantly excited, he will be hit by accident. The wound on his right arm is still painful, and the "left hand blocking thunder" is unpredictable, and it cannot be used repeatedly. However, Pei Lei is overconfident in the secret technique and does not carry weapons to the stage. As long as he approaches and fights, he has a greater chance of winning.

Pei Lei's face turned pale and he was also thinking about countermeasures.

I used to mock the other party, but I didn't want Jing Hua to "repay" all of them. I was too arrogant and always felt that the other party was unlucky as soon as the secret technique was released. Unexpectedly, the "amplification technique" was obviously effective, but I didn't achieve the full effort.

If the opponent had a few tricky counterattacks, he would have been passively beaten. If he had known this, he would not have pretended to be careless and would have brought a sword on his body. He would not have been so embarrassed even if he fought in close combat. Although the secret technique is amazing, it consumes too much on Lingzang, so he must use his advantage and fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Pei Lei stretched out his left hand and the talisman disappeared. A firelight appeared in the air, and the fireball was about the size of a fist, roaring towards Jing Hua.

Jing Hua rushed forward with one foot force and dodged the fireball. At the same time, he quickly approached Pei Lei.

"Swish!"

With two fingers flicked, the "Wind Blade Talisman" shot out.

Pei Lei jumped away and went to the side. Before he could stand firm, the golden spirit sword had already stabbed towards the place where he fell. The leader who had suffered a loss was prepared. He tapped the ground with his right foot, and his body instantly changed direction and flew backwards.

At the same time, Jing Hua raised his right arm and the copper stick re-entered into his palm. He pushed his feet on the ground, put his sticks on his body, and rushed towards his opponent's retreat.

"snort!"

Pei Lei grinned and his hands appeared together. The light of inspiration flashed, and the two long-standing talismans were aroused at the same time, striking at the opponent.

“It’s so bad”

The electric snake shines brightly, approaching the thickness of the bowl, blocking the roads on both sides. No matter where Jing Hua hides, he will inevitably be swept to another electric light.

The boy's torso suddenly "breaks" from the middle, and with a move, the "Vajra Iron Bridge" barely avoids the "Thunder Lightning Talisman". His upper body completely leaned back, his lower limbs tilted and half-squatted, and continued to "slide" forward and take Pei Lei's lower plate straight.

Because there has not been a pause, the forward rushing is extremely inertia. Before the body has arrived, it has brought out a "huh" sound.

Pei Lei had retreated to the edge of the square platform at this time, and his room for maneuvering was limited. In desperation, he could only jump up and "pull up the onions on dry land".

Pei Lei did not slacken at the moment. He was unable to turn and was most vulnerable to attack. Therefore, he personally told his disciple to swing back with one hand and swung a huge fireball to smash it down.

As soon as Jing Hua stopped his body, he was "pressed by Mount Tai" by the fireball. He hurriedly took a breath and pulled away, retreating. The "target" in the air could not be let go. Jing Hua bounced his left hand in a row, and two "wind blade talismans" were one in front and one behind, slashing upwards.

Pei Lei could see clearly. But he was in the air and had nowhere to leverage his strength, so he could only curl up his limbs and hug his knees into a group.

"Swish!"

Because the boy avoided the fireball and made a hasty move, his accurate head was a little less. One wind blade hit the air, and the other passed from behind Pei Lei's head, cutting off his bun. Countless pieces floated down from the air and fell on the table.

"Hao!"

Pei Leiluo stepped down from the table, his head was scattered, and his face was covered with blood. The wind blade cut off his bun and scratched his temples. A few blood splattered on his face. From a distance, the disciples in person looked a little ferocious.

"you"

Pei Lei was shocked and angry, and was extremely depressed. If the wind blade was a little bit two, he would be seriously injured and would be unable to fight again. As a personal rumor, he was suppressed and beaten by ordinary disciples on the stage, so how could the head master have the face? But he did not keep his hand just now, and he was still at a disadvantage when he was using his full strength. How could he turn defeat into victory?

Jing Hua was not at ease either. On the surface, he was at an advantage and was majestic, but because of his active attack, the talismans and spiritual sects consumed faster than the opponent. If he continued to fight like this, it was very likely that the talismans would be exhausted and he would fall into a battle. If he took too long, he would eventually be judged as a draw.

He is slightly inferior to the opponent in terms of cultivation. If the competition is tied, the ranking will be difficult to say.
Chapter completed!