Tempests of a Foreign World Chapter 12: Fight again with Wu Dier
At the end of the year, there was an official disciple strength ranking competition. In the thirty years since the implementation of the new era plan in Sky City, the physical fitness of the participants has gradually improved, and more and more disciples have participated.
Currently, disciples in white clothes, that is, disciples who are proficient in martial arts, participate in the battle. The official disciple competition is divided into three levels, white, light red, and Tsing Yi. Most of the stands are young masters and mages. , This is related to their disciples subsidies and rewards for the next year, and everyone is excited about giving advice to the players on the field.
The game is going on. In the field, there is a water girl with a long whip on one side, and a soil boy with two iron whips on the other side. The situation on the field is obviously that the soil boy is dominant, his one is. The iron whip entangled the girl’s long side. The girl couldn’t get rid of her weapon. She could only rely on the water polo magic attack, but the power was very ordinary, and the boy was blocked by the boy. The boy had already pulled the whip and slowly approached the girl. Obviously A close girl will undoubtedly lose.
"Oh, did you catch up?" The man on the sidelines felt that he was still injured, but he hurried to the seat.
"Junior Brother Ouyang, you are here, and the next game will happen to be Xiaohan's game." Wu Lianyi, who had been sitting in the stands long ago, greeted, and a group of people in the stands looked towards Ouyang Le, and Wu Meili sat down early. There, many young talents came over to chat, but found that the beautiful woman in front of them was ignorant, but now they took the initiative to greet a man in Tsing Yi, who seemed to have just finished the game, and they all sighed why a flower had to be inserted into cow dung. .
Ouyang Le rushed to the seat next to Wu Lianyi and saluted the two people who were already sitting: "Sister Wu, brother." Ouyang Le’s brother is Yang Yanping’s big apprentice, Iron Whip, and Little Master, the late wind magister. In the later period, Xu Long, at this time, was watching the boy who made the iron whip in the field.
"Liu Zitao, if you lose to me, I will promise to date you." The girl who uses the long whip is obviously ordered by her master to get a good ranking, and she does not hesitate to lure herself.
"Can this happen?" Ouyang Le obviously hasn't seen this kind of operation yet, and the others on the stage are also roaring with laughter. Ouyang Le turned around and asked Wu Lianyi and said: "If it is your Yin Yu, it should be I agreed."
"No." Wu Lianyi said with a smile, "This is not beautiful enough."
In the last two or three months, Wu Zhen's Carlyle system broke through to the peak of the magister, and then went out with Yang Yanping to take the task and experience, saying that he wanted to break through the boxing method within a year, and then the characters taught every five days It fell on Ouyang Le, and Wu Lianyi saw that Yang Yanping was not there and had no interest in going out, so she went to Ouyang Le and got acquainted with the three brothers very well, thinking that she knew Yin Yu well, but looking at his master’s determined look, I still underestimated Yin Yu's concentration.
Liu Zitao slowly approached the girl without changing his face, and then waved another iron whip at the girl, "Stop, Liu Zitao wins this competition." The girl ended bitterly, Liu Zitao smiled bitterly on the court, whose master did not Give an order.
"The strength is not bad, but Bidil is still a little bit behind." Xu Long commented.
Feng Yehan will play next, and his opponent is an old acquaintance.
Wu Dier jumped into the ring fiercely. This time his master came back, and his master went out to do the task again. In the past six months, he studied hard and practiced, and finally let him seize the opportunity to teach this kid well.
"Unexpectedly, you kid can also enter the top 100, but it is already very good, let me play the next game." Wu Dier began to speak harshly.
"Referee, I want to ask for a change of opponent." Feng Yehan said to the referee who maintained safety on the sidelines: "This person is my nephew, I think it is not good for me to bully the small, lest my master is him. Master came back and said that I don’t know how to care for juniors."
Everyone on the stage laughed, and some unknowingly asked. Wu Dier and the others are familiar with it. The first two years are also good players who can rush to the 30 or 40, but the other kid has no impression, and finally learned that it is Yang Yanping’s newly-accepted disciple feels good at this time, the civil war in Shimen, the little uncle and the nephew of the master.
"The draw has been decided and cannot be changed." The referee said blankly on his face.
"Oh, then, nephew, you surrender quickly, lest I don't have to explain when I go to see Brother Xu." Feng Yehan's taunting skill may only be turned on and not off.
"Okay, the game begins." The referee on the court couldn't bear it.
Wu Dier took the lead, with two spears flying, and Feng Yehan started to attack directly, while Feng Yehan opened the wind barrier and stood in place to be passively beaten.
Xu Long smiled in the auditorium and said: "My junior is still a little bit interesting. It should have been broken by replacing it with an ordinary wind barrier, but it is obviously impossible to win with defense alone. Dill has to break it. This defense is still very easy."
"Uh... Brother, you just came back and don't understand the situation, you will know when you look at it." Ouyang Le said, Xu Long only came back for a few days, only met this junior, and at the same time learned that this junior's wind magic can only defend , Attacking and knife skills have only been practiced for more than half a year. The talent is very good. If actual combat is the case, then defense alone is not enough. Xu Long saw that the wind barrier under the field of Feng Yehan has begun to crack, and Feng Yehan’s knife hung on his waist. He hadn't pulled it out yet, he knew that Wu Dier was only testing the defensive limit of the Windy Night and Cold Wind barrier.
Wu Dier was indeed testing the defense of the Wind Barrier, but he found that Feng Yehan’s turtle shell had become harder, and his attacks were all supported by the earth’s spiritual power, but he did not quickly break through Feng Yehan’s defense. Nothing, it's a quick decision. While Wu Dier broke the Fengyehanfeng barrier, Fengyehan had already receded and opened a new wind barrier at the same time.
Wu Dier stopped chasing, and he also opened up his distance, knowing that if Feng Yehan’s defenses cannot be broken quickly, it will be a protracted battle, and Feng Yehan’s spiritual power is obviously much greater than him.
Wu Dier is about to start using his ultimate. He is condensing the earth element spiritual power, and two sharp stone prototypes are floating in the air in an instant. It is just his newly learned earth element attack magic, the soil thorn, and From the original condensed large clod, this magical armor-breaking effect is better, and at the same time faster.
"Swish, swish, swish" Several wind blades struck, Wu Dier quickly blocked them with the earth wall, the wind blades were blocked one by one, and the casting of the soil thorn slowed down.
Hmph, the wind blade used is better than the original, but the power is still not enough. When my big move is completed, it depends on what you win against me, Wu Dier thought silently in his heart.
"Bang" the earth wall in front of Wu Dier was instantly shattered, and a cold light forced him over. Wu Dier quickly gave up the condensing of the soil thorns and set up a gun to resist. Wu Dier used two guns to defend in a panic. After all he had practiced his marksmanship for a few years, he immediately adjusted it. Stabbed, "ding", resistance came from the tip of the gun, and the wind barrier opened instantly, and Feng Yehan closed the knife and hid in the wind barrier and opened the defense mode.
"How about, nephew, I can't fight anymore, but I don't know how many soil thorns you can release?" Feng Yehan smiled and pointed to the broken soil without spiritual support. Of the thorn.
Wu Dier’s remaining spiritual power can be released once, he snorted coldly, preparing to stretch the distance and fight once, but just after pulling it away, Feng Yehan took the initiative to pull the distance forward~IndoMTL.com~ and the wind on his hand The blade should not fly to Wu Dier like spiritual power. The power is a bit weak, but Wu Dier can’t resist with the flesh. Only the earth wall rises one by one. After a stick of incense, Wu Dier His spiritual power was nearly exhausted, and he could only use a pair of spears to resist. Feng Yehan’s wind blades decreased a lot, but they kept releasing. Finally, Wu Dier's right hand resisted and took a step slower, and a wind blade hit his right shoulder, Wu Di You know that he has lost.
"I admit defeat." Wu Dier raised his hand to signal, and Feng Yehan's last few wind blades also controlled to hit the ground.
"Nephew, this injury is considered a gift from Uncle Master." Feng Yehan pointed to his right shoulder.
is really a grudge, Wu Dier thought that when Yang Yanping asked him to test whether Feng Yehan was qualified, he also injured Feng Yehan's right shoulder.
Feng Yehan came directly to the stand, and Wu Dierluo returned to the stand for treatment. He was a little embarrassed to see the few people sitting there.
"Master Wu, Master, Master Ouyang." Finally, she looked at the grinning Feng Yehan and saluted helplessly, "Little Master."
"You are sure to lose. Your junior uncle has a solid foundation and a better talent than you. It's not ashamed." Xu Long said while looking at his disciple.
"However, in the future, you will not be allowed to sleep before you are punished, and you have to go to your little teacher to contact for actual combat." Xu Long thinks that his disciple’s biggest advantage is that the actual combat experience is richer than Feng Yehan. For the past six months, there will be actual combat training every five days, and you will not lose injustice.
"Master nephew, you are welcome, Master Uncle, I will take good care of you." Feng Yehan still smiled.
Wu Dier did not dare to be rude in front of the master, clasped his fists and bowed:
"In the future, I would like to ask the teacher to take care of me."
"It's easy to say."