Fantasy: Start with a stick

Ding Xiaoer, who had been continuously performing the Great Shift of the Universe, suddenly slowed down and changed the direction of his pursuit.

This made Murong Feidao, who had been in front of Ding Xiaoer, stunned, and Ling Bo's pace slowed down.

Ding Xiaoer decisively caught this tiny flaw in Murong Fei Dao, and directly used the Great Shift of the Universe to the extreme, arriving in front of Murong Fei Dao in the blink of an eye.。

“Mr. Murong is in danger!”

“Is there smoke coming out of this kid's ancestral grave?。”

“Whoever wins, please continue to enjoy it!”

......

Ding Xiaoer's sandbag-sized uppercut was aimed directly at Murong Feidao's jaw.

When Murong Feidao saw that Ding Xiaoer was approaching him and using his close combat skills, he could only give up the long-distance attack tactic of using the flying knife. He clenched his hands into fists and quickly resisted Ding Xiaoer's fierce attack.

Ding Xiaoer's uppercut hit Murong Feidao's fists with great force.。

“boom! "

The fist was slapped by Ding Xiaoer's uppercut, causing Murong Feidao to feel pain.

Murong Feidao stabilized his center of gravity and quickly retreated, not giving Ding Xiaoer a chance to attack again.

In order to preserve the limited power in his body Ding Xiaoer stopped using the Great Shift of the Universe and activated the God of Martial Steps.

Ding Xiaoer was seen running quickly around the arena, and his feet began to make deafening sounds.

Scratching...

on this smooth ground. Rubbing, rubbing...

rubbing on this smooth ground...

one step, two steps, rubbing...

one step at a time, like a devil's steps…

......

“Is there any backup plan?”

“Is this the devil's gait?”

“Damn it! Ding Xiaoer changed his steps!”

......

As Ding Xiaoer performed the Martial God Step, his whole body's strength increased five times in an instant.

Murong Feidao was slightly surprised to see Ding Xiaoer perform another unknown footwork.

Good guy, Ding Xiaoer really bit off more than he could chew.

Murong Feidao thought, Lingbo Weibu couldn't help but use all his strength.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoer patiently took steps of the God of War, waiting for the best time to throw his uppercut.

The interest counting time has passed...

A stick of incense passed...

An hour passed...

......

“How patient these two are!”

“The scene is very anxious!”

“Do you want to be so nonsense? Is the aura within both of them infinite?”

......

In the sky above the competition ground, a bright sun shines on the earth. The sun has legs, and it moves away gently and quietly.

So - when competing in martial arts, time passes by on the ring; when practicing, time passes by outside the cave; when reading a book, time passes by "Starting with a Stick".

The chatter among the people around the competition ground gradually became louder and louder as time went by.

Murong Feidao was very uncomfortable at this time, because his spiritual energy had been severely consumed.

However, in a blink of an eye, he glanced at Ding Xiaoer, who was still performing the Martial God Step, and his physical discomfort suddenly eased a lot.

Brat, let’s see how long you can keep jumping around. I’m going to drain all the spiritual energy from your body, Murong Feidao thought.

Ding Xiaoer thought to himself: After all, Murong Feidao is a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, and his spiritual energy in his body is only much greater than mine. The battle must be resolved before the spiritual energy is completely exhausted.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoer activated the Martial God Step with all his strength, constantly closing the distance between him and Murong Feidao.

Murong Feidao couldn't help but sneered a few times when he saw that Ding Xiaoer was fighting to the death. He used Lingbo Weistep with ease and took out his natural weapon in his hand.。

“Damn it! Lancet!”

“Yellow grade high-grade weapons!”

“Mr. Murong is hiding his secrets!”

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The lancet is named lancet because its shape resembles a willow leaf.

The lancet blade is curved from the root with a large arc and a relatively wide tip, making it suitable for chopping.

Seeing the cold light of the lancet, Murong Feidao didn't say any more nonsense, and started to use the Huang-level high-grade martial arts burning wood sword technique.

Murong Feidao's grandfather, Murong Yunhai, the elder of the Qingyun Sect's Alchemy Pavilion, accidentally rescued a disciple of Shuangxing Temple hundreds of years ago. Monk Fuji, the host of Shuangxing Temple, gave Murong Yunhai a yellow-grade top-grade Knife skills.

The burning wood sword technique is also one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shuangxing Temple. This sword technique emphasizes the word "quick".

Quickly chop a piece of dry wood ninety-nine and eighty-one times. The blade does not damage the wood at all, but the heat emitted by the knife can ignite the wood to make a fire, hence the name.

The seventy-two stunts of Shuangxing Temple are extremely difficult to practice. It took a lot of energy for Monk Fuji to master this skill.

The wood-burning sword technique performed by Murong Feidao was only at the entry level, and it obviously did not reach the level of perfection like that of Monk Fuji, the abbot of Shuangxing Temple.

Murong Feidao held a lancet and rushed towards Ding Xiaoer.

The burning wood sword technique was unleashed, and twenty dazzling sword lights faced Ding Xiaoer.

When Ding Xiaoer saw this, he turned around to avoid its sharp edge and escaped the attack of Murong Feidao's burning wood sword technique.

A stick of incense time passed...

The two of them were fighting each other, and they were inseparable.

At this time, Murong Feidao had not had time to take back the lancet he had chopped out.

Ding Xiaoer's uppercut was like a huge hammer, hitting Murong Feidao's left waist hard.

With the Martial God Step being used, the power of Ding Xiaoer's uppercut also increased five times.

A huge force hit Murong Feidao's waist, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.。

“Mr. Murong is injured!”

“how so? I can not accept!”

“Ding Xiaoer's close combat skills are so amazing!”

……

Murong Feidao quickly retreated, and three flying knives from his sleeves shot out, trying to temporarily block Ding Xiaoer's close attack.

Ding Xiaoer did not retreat but advanced, using the Martial God Step to narrowly avoid the sudden flying knife.

He used his uppercut again and punched Murong Feidao in the face.。

“boom! "

Murong Feidao couldn't dodge and was hit hard by Ding Xiaoer's uppercut.

Three teeth spurted out from his mouth with blood and fell on the competition ground.

The flying knife couldn't hit Ding Xiaoer!

Use Liu Ye Dao used the burning wood sword technique and still lost!

He couldn't defeat the ninth level of Qi training in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm!

Murong Feidao was so angry that he couldn't accept this situation.。

“The outcome is decided! Ding Xiaoer wins! "The referee of the competition pavilion announced the result of the competition expressionlessly.

Murong Feidao was unwilling, but had no choice but to hand over 20,000 merit points.

At this time, Ding Xiaoer took out the Qingyun Sect disciple token, which read :

Name: Ding Xiaoer

Cultivation: Ninth Level of Qi Training

Mountain Peak: Baiyun Peak

Merit Points: 30,000

Outer Sect Rank: 1234

The referee of the competition field said: "In any fair competition in the competition field, once the person with the higher ranking in the cave will lose to the lower ranking In the case of the other party, the caves will be exchanged except for the lottery amount agreed upon by both parties. So, Ding Xiaoer, you and Murong Feidao’s caves will be exchanged later! "