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Chapter 277 Fighting against spells, the depressed Zhouyi (Please subscribe! Please ask for a monthly pass!)
On the arena, Huo Jiao was released from the albino paper fan.

An Lufeng was shocked.

He looked at the black and red paper fan in Bai Huayuan's hand.

An Lufeng: "A magic weapon?"

Watching the Huo Jiaolong bite towards him, the scalding temperature hit his face.

An Lufeng didn't panic either.

Bai Huayuan had confidence in his own strength, and An Lufeng had the same confidence in himself.

I saw his fists and palms shining, and when he raised his hands, beside An Lufeng, a strong wind was blowing up, and the violent air condensed in his palms.

An Lufeng supported the flame dragon's head with one hand, and instantly relieved his strength.

The air current dragged the dragon to swim beside An Lufeng.

Then, An Lufeng's whole body shook, and he directly scattered the fire dragon with his energy.

However, after An Lufeng had just dispersed a fire dragon.

On Bai Huayuan's side, when the paper fan was slapped, two more fire dragons formed.

One left and one right, they rushed towards An Lufeng again.

An Lufeng stepped on his feet, and his whole body rose into the air. Pushing his palms forward, countless waves of air were pushed out of his body like mountains and seas.

The two fire dragons were overturned by the air waves.

An Lufeng looked at Bai Huayuan, and thought to himself: "As expected of the No. 1 young generation of Jiutuo Mountain, it is really difficult to deal with."

The opponent's fire control technique has reached the point of perfection, and the speed at which the flames are released makes it a little difficult for him to parry.

"I can't do this anymore, I have to do it!"

It is not a solution to always follow Bai Huayuan's fire control technique so hard.

Just like playing chess, blindly defending is slow death.

An Lufeng took six steps in the air, ascended to the sky, and caught the control of the air flow, allowing him to stay in the air for a short time.

At this moment, Bai Huayuan cast a spell with the paper fan in his hand, and he was still in the middle of the fire.

An Lufeng's eyes froze.

He grabbed a gap in Bai Huayuan Yuhuo.

The void behind An Lufeng shook, and he shot towards Bai Huayuan with his whole body.

An Lufeng's five fingers formed into claws, instantly locking the airflow around Bai Huayuan.

Then, a punch was sent out.

This punch, accompanied by air currents, is terrifyingly powerful.

If it hit Bai Huayuan, the battle would be over.

"Handsome, be careful!"

"So fast!"

An Lufeng was born in the Lianshan Qizong, which is famous for its exquisite control of airflow.

Relying on the control of the airflow around his body, An Lufeng burst out extremely fast in an instant.

An ordinary magician monk like Bai Huayuan, although the skill of resisting fire is powerful.

But once it is close, it is still more troublesome.

In the blink of an eye, An Lufeng had already rushed in front of Bai Huayuan.

Watching An Lufeng rushing over, he punched himself in the face.

The strange thing is, facing An Lufeng who was attacking swiftly, Bai Huayuan, who was supposed to be afraid of getting close, not only didn't panic at all, but showed a weird smile on his face.

An Lufeng felt it instantly.

Not good!

Counted!
This Bai Huayuan opened the middle door to lure himself into the bait.

He even rushed in front of him, and he didn't panic at all, as if he was holding a wisdom pearl.

An Lufeng felt the temperature around him rise sharply in that instant.

back quickly!

An Lufeng wanted to retire, but unfortunately, it was too late!
I saw several white symbols flying out of Bai Huayuan's other hand.

After being thrown out by Bai Huayuan, these white talismans instantly became larger, as if turning into white flags.

These flags wrapped around An Lufeng's body in an instant, wrapping An Lufeng into a huge sphere.

Then, flames suddenly ignited from the white talisman.

"boom!"

No matter how exquisite An Lufeng's control over airflow was, he couldn't dodge this attack.

He was blown away by a violent flame explosion on the spot, and fell to the ground, his whole body black as coke.

An Lufeng stood up from the ground in embarrassment, and cupped his hands at Bai Huayuan: "Thank you, Brother Bai, for your mercy, I lost! Jiutuo Mountain's skill of controlling fire is really well-deserved, and An is no match."

Although An Lufeng was covered in black charcoal.

But also suffered skin trauma.

But he knew it well, this was the result of Bai Huayuan's mercy.

If it's not about sparring, but actual combat, I'm afraid the power of the white fire talisman is far more than that.

Being engulfed in such a way and blown up, even if he didn't directly explain his life here, he would still be seriously injured.

Therefore, I am willing to bet and admit defeat.

An Lufeng directly conceded defeat.

Hearing this, Bai Huayuan smiled, and said: "Lianshan Qizong, the control of airflow has reached its peak, and I just took a chance to win. I may not have such good luck to beat Brother An next time. Brother An is too modest. !"

The two had a business chat with each other.

An Lufeng stepped off the ring.

At the edge of the arena, many passers-by watched the battle just now, and said it was enjoyable.

Compared with the two-dimensional hot-blooded manga, the battle in the magic world is not much worse.

The older generation of Jiutuo Mountain also looked satisfied when they watched Bai Huayuan defeat An Lufeng, who was the Qizong of Lianshan.

Obviously, he is very satisfied with having a disciple like Bai Huayuan under his sect.

Qin Hao, who was standing with Professor Cao, also nodded.

At this age, it is really remarkable to be able to practice fire control to such an extent.

As for the three-stage black belt in Taekwondo who threatened to challenge Bai Huayuan before, he had already left in despair with his two roommates.

This Bai Huayuan is so awesome, let alone his black belt in Taekwondo.

The Patriarch of Taekwondo has come back to life, so I dare not fart!

They are all cultivating immortals, why come to join in the fun by a martial arts practitioner?
Zhou Yi felt like an adult today.

Desperately left the ring scene.

The two girls who followed were no longer paying attention to themselves.

They were all attracted by that albino element.

After all, he is just a rich second generation, and that Bai Huayuan is a cultivator of immortals!

Watching the girl being attracted away attention,
He was angry.

Oh shit!

Isn't a group of gangsters cultivating immortals?

I am just unlucky and have no chance to enter the Xiuxian sect. If I have the opportunity to enter the Xiuxian sect, maybe my talent is better than them!

Zhou Yi was very dissatisfied.

Just at this time, he saw someone setting up a stall on the side of the road to sell things.

The two girls who were traveling together were attracted by the street stall.

Walk over and look.

The girl Zhou Yi was attracted to squatted down, staring at a white jade hairpin on the stall.

It seems that I like it very much.

Seeing that the girl is attracted by the hairpin, she likes it very much.

Zhou Yi's depressed mood suddenly ushered in a turning point.

Huh?
It seems that there is an opportunity to perform!

Zhou Yi squatted down and reached out to the hairpin, ready to pick it up and have a look.

At the same time, I was just about to ask how much this hairpin cost, and I planned to buy it directly for the sexy consumption of my sister.

Unexpectedly, he was chased away by the stall owner before he could say anything.

"Go, go, children, don't come here to join in the fun, if you can't afford it, don't touch it!"

Zhou Yi suddenly became upset.

I rub!

Are street vendors all so personal now?

How much is a broken hairpin worth?
In Wanjiang City, is there anything that I can't afford?

Master Zhou is upset.

When it comes to fighting with immortal cultivators, he can't do it.

But in terms of financial resources, Zhou Yi didn't say much else. Now he still has more than 80 yuan in his bank card account.

Don't talk about buying a hairpin, just buy your whole stall.

Zhou Yi suppressed his anger and asked, "How much is a broken hairpin for you? Tell me a price?"

The stall owner glanced at Zhou Yi, shook his head and said, "Don't ask the price, it's not for you to ask, you can't afford it."

(End of this chapter)