Battle!

The boy made up his mind and took the lead. He spread his arms left and right, and two fireballs shot out. His movements were very exaggerated, but his accurate head was outrageous, two or three feet away from his opponent's feet.

Pei Lei was slightly stunned. Before his body moved, he raised his hand and was about to fight back. The fireballs gathered left and right, but suddenly collided with each other.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, firelights rose everywhere. Pei Lei's eyes were filled with smoke and blurry. As soon as he realized something was wrong, two lightnings burst out from thick smoke.

"It's so bad!"

"ah"

The incident was too sudden and there was no time to react. Pei Lei opened his mouth and shouted, with no choice but to lightning hit his chest.

Jing Hua saw it clearly and took advantage of the situation to make progress and wave his sticks, ready to lock in the victory. Halfway through, he suddenly realized something abnormal. The smoke dissipated, and Pei Lei's body neither stiff nor fell down, as if the "Thunder Strike Talisman" was useless.

The boy's heart sank. What's going on? Is it the body of thunder spirit? Or is there another mystery?

Pei Lei's face was still frightened, and his anger became more and more intense.

He wore a "soft cloud cloak" under his shirt, which was a rare treasure. It was made of soft leather tanned from high-level monsters. It was considered a special talisman, and it was extremely resistant to wind and thunder spells. The leader gave it to his disciples when he kowtowed to become a disciple and used as a defense for his personal disciples. Therefore, his chest was only slightly numb and he suffered much damage.

Despite this, Pei Lei was depressed to the extreme. The situation was just now, and the elders must have known it clearly. Without the protection of the "Rou Yun Zhongyi", he had already lost and lost to the hands of the outer disciples.

No! This is absolutely impossible!

"Die!"

Pei Lei's face was purple and his face was twisted. He suddenly reached into his arms and took out a brown wooden ruler. The wooden ruler became bigger in the wind and instantly passed one zhang.

The qi on the stage fluctuated abnormally. Before the wooden ruler took action, the pressure had already broken through the air, which was definitely not comparable to an ordinary talisman. Jing Hua felt a lot of warning in his heart, and the other party was using a magic weapon!

Pei Lei pointed his finger and flew out like lightning, heading straight for the boy's chest and abdomen.

Jing Hua noticed the crisis and immediately responded to emergency. He quickly ejected the talisman and erected a wall of earth in front of him. Then the boy bounced up to the ground and dodged to the side with all his might.

"Boom!"

The power of the magic weapon was destroyed and the "earth wall talisman" had no power to resist. As soon as the wall was erected, it was smashed to pieces by a wooden ruler. The wooden ruler turned in the air, and it continued to cast, heading straight to the boy's chest.

The person could not change direction in the air, so he had no choice but to bless the body-protecting talisman, and at the same time, he sticked his hands with his hands to block his chest.

"bump!"

The wooden ruler hit the copper stick, making a dull sound. The copper stick was twisted in shape and became like a longbow. Jing Hua was even more miserable. He threw the man and the stick high, and blood was squirting from his mouth.

The power of magic tools cannot be blocked by the disciples who gather spirits.

The boy's head was dizzy, and when he saw his body flying out of the square platform and falling down, he was about to fall to the ground. But he was seriously injured, his soul was dissipated, and his limbs were weak, so he could only let failure come.

At this moment, a figure flashed deep in Jing Hua's sea of ​​consciousness. "He" was not tall, dressed as a child, and looked very familiar. As soon as he appeared, he controlled his body and limbs and responded in response.

Jing Hua, who was like a puppet, suddenly poked out his left hand and the copper stick poked on the ground.

"clang!"

After the loud noise, the man used the force of the stick and turned around and bounced up. The boy returned to the table and rolled on the table.

The child's figure disappeared, and Jing Hua regained control of his body. His head was still drowsy and could not support his body standing upright, so he could only kneel on the square platform.

At this moment, an abnormality broke out in the depths of his soul. The boy felt a light coming out of the palm of his left hand, and several drops of clear streams appeared out of thin air. The clear stream flowed into his body through his left arm, immediately stopping the injuries in the internal organs.

Jing Hua's strength gradually recovered. He gritted his teeth and stood up slowly. His chest was still like a huge rock pressing on his chest, and the boy spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood sprinkled on the table, red and purple. Jing Hua felt a little clear-headed and forced to look up. Pei Lei was half kneeling not far away, his face pale and shaking. Seeing his opponent returning to the square platform, his face looked desperate, and he was panicked and unwilling.

Jing Hua understands it. This guy is strong

When he was running the magic weapon, his body of spiritual hiding was drained, and he was exhausted from standing upright.

No wonder I survived the disaster.

The magic weapon has great power. At the beginning, in Jiangcheng, a common magic knife flew across the board, killing his fellow disciples like chopping melons and vegetables, which was very different from the talisman. Even a low-level magic weapon could not withstand its full blow. Pei Lei had insufficient cultivation and did not swing the power of the wooden ruler, so he had saved his life.

But Pei Lei clearly made a ruthless move and was no longer a contest between his classmates, but was about to die.

Thinking of this, Jing Hua's face became more gloomy. He was originally seriously injured and had no intention of fighting, but under the nourishment of "clear flow", his body suddenly had an extra force.

The boy took out the "Yu Moisten Talisman" with his right hand, blessed himself and healed his injuries. He held the copper stick tightly in his left hand, ready to use his ruthless hand.

The opponent can no longer move, and he can use the "human talisman technique" to attack at will. Even if he does not take his life, he will still be disabled. Remember this lesson firmly.

"ah"

Pei Lei's body could not move, but his spiritual sense was still sharp. Seeing Jing Hua's eyes shining coldly, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"drink!"

"Dang thump"

Jing Hua roared, walked with the stick, and rushed towards his opponent. Halfway through, the boy was as if he had hit a wall and took several steps backwards.

"stop"

At some point, the head Wei Qingfeng personally appeared on the stage and appeared silently in the northwest corner. The terrifying spiritual pressure came from top to bottom, making Jing Hua unable to breathe.

"Jinghua, you fell out of the field just now and lost. There is no need to compete."

Blood spilled out of the corner of the boy's mouth again. He wanted to argue for a few words, but in the end he lowered his head and remained silent. The copper stick did touch the ground, but Pei Lei was not afraid of the weirdness of the "Thunder Strike Talisman" first, and used magic weapons to attempt to kill his fellow disciples behind him. Why didn't the leader interfere?

The young man had no say in how to explain the rules of the competition. At this time, he had no benefit to contradict himself and his family, except to bring trouble to himself and his family. He could only be subject to the ruling of President Wei.

Wei Qingfeng then changed the subject and pointed directly at Pei Lei.

"Pei Lei, as a personal disciple, you are not serious, and you use magic weapons to hurt your fellow disciples, which is unreasonable in terms of emotion or reason. Although you win the competition, you will be punished to give up all the rewards you receive to serve as a warning to others."

Pei Lei's heart twitched a few times, and he kept silent. He could hardly move, and the other party seemed to be able to take action. The master was helping him smooth things out.

Jing Hua's fists slowly clenched. Reward? As the head disciple, Pei Lei didn't care about the remaining soup at all.

The treasure that has avoided the "thunder flash talisman" and the wooden ruler magic weapon, which one is not better than the reward? With the support of the master, he hardly has to consider "chores" such as elixirs, magic weapons, etc., and there is no need to compete for some rewards.

But now, we must not turn our backs on our faces. Even if we have no strength and no background, we will only humiliate ourselves when we act rashly. Jing Hua gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of blood, and whispered: "Yes."

The two of them were all in sight, and Wei Qingfeng sighed secretly.

Jing Hua has good qualifications, and he is in the outer sect and has no guidance. He can perform like this and his understanding is even more amazing. From this, he judges that although he performed poorly in the illusion array before and may have some defects in his mind and nature, the young man's will is quite tenacious.

In order to protect the face of the head disciple, you must suffer some grievances this time. You might as well comfort me and try to eliminate his anger and become a backbone of the sect as soon as possible.

As for Pei Lei, this child has a better talent. Not to mention the two spiritual roots, he can use secret techniques to fight in the spirit gathering stage, which is really none of them. Cultivating them well will be a great combat power of the sect in the future.

But his arrogance was too narrow-minded and he lost his mind for a small matter and attacked his fellow disciples. Such a personality is not to mention taking over power, and even managing a small town would probably make people angry. If this continues, it will be at most a material for the elders, and it needs to be strictly controlled.

The disciples in the audience were far away. Most of them only saw Pei Lei using magic weapons. Jing Hua fell out of the square platform. Hearing the above words, he immediately felt that the leader was doing things fairly and rewarded and punished reasonably. He cheered for a while and applauded at the top of the peak.
Chapter completed!