The day of the little fight.

In the large martial arts arena, Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou stood opposite each other.

There are many bystanders.

The monks are all very familiar with Hanzhou, but this is the first time for most of them to see Ning Zhuo.

"Is he Ning Zhuo from Fire Persimmon City?"

"In my opinion, he is ordinary, how can he win the favor of the eldest lady?!"

"Whether it's ordinary or not, you can see the clues from this battle."

A lot of scrutinizing eyes were fixed on Ning Zhuo.

Among them, Lin Shanshan was in disguise.

Since she promised Ning Zhuo that she would come to watch the battle, she would keep her promise. But these days, she also heard some annoying rumors, so this time she put on a little disguise and did not use her true appearance.

Lin Shanshan blended in the crowd and was inconspicuous.

Little did he know, a gaze came quietly, looked down at the entire martial arts arena, and accurately found Lin Shanshan in the crowd.

The owner of this gaze is none other than Lin Bufan, the master of Wanyao Sect.

He has a lot of things to do, and he has been very busy recently, so he would not have had the opportunity to learn this gossip.

However, the people around him did what he wanted and were worried about the Lord. They took advantage of Lin Bufan's rest to report him.

"Shanshan has never treated a male cultivator like this since she was a child. Who is this Ning Zhuo? Let me check."

After Lin Bufan issued the order, he also remembered the time when Ning Zhuo and Hanzhou fought.

Now, he deliberately suspended the affairs at hand and operated the magic circle. Far away from the original mountain, he could see all the battles on Xiaozheng Peak, big and small, in front of his eyes and see them thoroughly.

"He's got a good skin..." Lin Bufan looked at Ning Zhuo for the first time and nodded slightly.

His handsome appearance and Ning Zhuo demeanor also made him feel that the other party was of extraordinary origin, at least from a cultivating family.

Lin Bufan's first impression of Ning Zhuo was not bad.

Ning Zhuo looked at Hanzhou.

Hanzhou is thin and pale.

His face was covered with traces of wind and frost erosion, and he looked tired and sleepy. But his eyes were very calm, revealing a firm will and fearlessness in the face of suffering.

His hair is sparse and messy, showing a kind of gray-white color, like the remnants of melted ice and snow. It is tied randomly behind his head with a simple hemp rope, making it messy.

He wore a worn-out gray robe, which was full of patches and cracks. On his feet, he wore a pair of worn-out straw sandals that made a rustling sound when he walked. The soles had long been worn away, exposing his toes that were blue from the cold.

His skin was quite rough, covered with frostbite and scars, and his fingers were stained with a layer of white frost.

Generally speaking, even if monks don't have much money, they will keep themselves clean and their clothes at least neat.

But Hanzhou is not like that. He seems to be afraid that others will not know that he was born a beggar.

Ning Zhuo bowed his hands and saluted: "Brother Hanzhou, I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. In today's battle, I would like to experience my brother's bitter cold experience."

Hanzhou's voice was hoarse: "Friend Dao Ning, you and I are destined to have this battle, so let us do our best."

Hanzhou was quite straightforward. After saying this, he spread his legs and ran towards Ning Zhuo.

He clenched his fists, and the cold air dispersed, forming frost flowers.

The hoarfrost spread quickly, covering the surface of his fist with a layer of frost.

Frost Fist!

Ning Zhuo's face was full of solemnity. The moment Hanzhou activated, he retreated almost at the same time.

He retreated while urging the spell.

In an instant, green vines broke through the ground, as flexible as snakes, and wrapped around Hanzhou.

Hanzhou suddenly accelerated, trying to avoid the vines.

Ning Zhuo unfolded his spiritual consciousness and has been controlling the vines, growing and wrapping around Hanzhou.

Hanzhou saw that he couldn't dodge, so he simply stood there, shouting lowly, and his fists flying.

His fist hit the vine, immediately freezing it. The cold air overflowed and quickly spread around.

Ning Zhuo had already learned the information and had already discovered that the cold air emanating from Han Continent contained a mysterious secret and was the bitter cold air cultivated through the Bitter Cold Sutra.

These breaths are difficult to defend against and can easily penetrate into a monk's body and corrode his body and spirit.

At first, this erosion was minimal.

But as time goes by and accumulation continues, the impact of erosion becomes more and more obvious.

If the monks do not have good means to clear away the bitter cold energy, the injuries in the body will become more and more serious and the condition will decline significantly.

Many of Hanzhou's historical opponents were defeated by this layer of bitter cold.

Ning Zhuo activated the magic power of the five elements, which rotated for a while and were purified into the element of fire.

He stretched out his hand and a pillar of fire immediately shot out.

The pillar of fire was only thin at first, but halfway through the spray, it had spread and expanded like a giant python. By the time it hit Hanzhou, the pillar of fire had already expanded, and its shape was like a pillar on the top of a palace.

Hanzhou stood still, not even making a dodge move, and allowed the flames to come down from his head and cover his whole body.

The flame burned for a moment, and a strong bitter cold air penetrated into the fire, and the fire immediately withered.

No matter how much mana Ning Zhuo added, he couldn't make the flames expand any further.

After a few breaths, the original burning flames on Hanzhou's body were only a few residual fires, clinging to the tips of his hair and clothes.

"Good fire behavior." Hanzhou evaluated the basis lightly and continued to rush towards Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and cast another earth-moving spell.

For a moment, yellow sand flew and swept the entire martial arts arena.

The sand clung to Hanzhou's body and accumulated, gradually wrapping him into a clay doll.

Earth magic - clay sculpture!

But soon, large areas of white frost seeped out from the surface of the clay doll from the inside out.

The hoarfrost freezes the sand into lumps, breaks down the structure, and falls off.

Han Zhou opened his legs again and walked out of the clay sculpture. His face was plain, his eyes were firm, and his expression was sad. He only said: "Good soil."

Ning Zhuo's face was expressionless and he used the golden spell again.

His palm was like a knife, aiming at Hanzhou to make a virtual slash. Each palm print turned into a golden knife in mid-air and slashed at Hanzhou.

Hanzhou stepped forward, but still didn't dodge.

The addition of the golden knife finally made his clothes more tattered, and there were wounds on his body, with some blood flowing out.

“Good gold business!”

Hanzhou's face became more and more sad, but his aura surged to the extreme.

He was just passively beaten, but he gave people a very strong impression. Ning Zhuo felt it the most deeply, and there was a strong pressure in his heart, like pressing against a huge boulder.

The spectators were talking a lot.

"As soon as Hanzhou came up, he took on an all-out fighting stance."

"Although I was watching from the sidelines, I could already feel Hanzhou's respect for Ning Zhuo from his attitude! It was precisely because of this respect that he went all out and used the Crucifixion Body as soon as the war started."

"Ning Zhuo is very skilled in casting spells. But even Jin Xing, who is famous for his attacks, only caused Hanzhou some flesh wounds. He is in danger!"

Lin Shanshan mingled among the crowd and heard everyone's comments, and she also agreed in her heart.

She couldn't help but become nervous, knowing that next, Hanzhou's offensive would be even more fierce and violent.

This is all because "Suffering Body" is a physical technique similar to "Vajra Body". The latter can strengthen one's own defense, while the former can greatly increase one's own abilities by withstanding external blows.

As long as Hanzhou has the strength to fight, the harder he is hit, the stronger he becomes.

"Master Ning Zhuo's golden magic has little effect and cannot break the suffering body with one blow. What should I do?" Lin Shanshan felt anxious.

She very much hopes that Ning Zhuo can win.

Not only did she have a lot of affection for Ning Zhuo, but it was also because she put in a lot of effort to help Ning Zhuo train.

The more she gives, the more she will look at things from Ning Zhuo's perspective.

Hanzhou stepped on the ground, causing the floor tiles of the martial arts field to crack! His speed increased sharply, and he rushed towards Ning Zhuo like a cannonball.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened!

Ning Zhuo raced against time, pushed with both palms, and cast a water spell.

Three waves of water were generated out of thin air, impacting Han Continent with huge force and trying to push Han Continent back.

In the first wave of water, Hanzhou's momentum was greatly reduced. But in the second wave of water, his strength increased enough to be able to stand still.

When the third wave came, he charged straight out!

The more attacks he suffers, the stronger he becomes. Such a unique suffering body naturally has the ability to weaken the opponent's will to fight.

Hanzhou used his body as a sword to cut through the water waves, and finally reached Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and his eyes shone brightly. After several days of special training, he was about to take this opportunity to test the results of his special training through actual combat!

The two sides exchanged fists and feet and started a close combat.

At the beginning, the two sides were evenly matched, but soon Hanzhou took over the rhythm.

His fists and kicks alternated, attacking in turn, like a violent storm.
Chapter completed!