Chapter 1 First Battle

Zen Qinglei stood in the heavy snow, and there seemed to be an invisible aura floating above his body. The goose feather-sized snowflakes swayed down, and naturally slipped on both sides above his head, spotless.

And Wu Pengwei, who was opposite him, smiled, and the snowflakes flew down, staining his whole body with a layer of white frost.

The two are facing each other from a distance, and the strength seems to be clear.

The people under the stage were noisy again, and everyone was commenting on it, but it was nothing more than how powerful Zen Qinglei was, and how weak Wu Pengwei was.

Originally, Zen Qinglei can release qi and blood, form a weak aura, and block snowflakes. This is a sign of the abundant power of qi and blood, and it is also a manifestation of skillful use. Only when you reach the middle level of the martial soul can you have such capital.

And Wu Pengwei, no matter how snow falls on his body, he is like a snowman. Although there is a smile on the corners of his mouth, in the eyes of everyone, it is the performance of the weak.

It is understandable that most people judge things by their own subjectivity.

On the fourth floor of Jiangshan Pavilion, the old man in purple robe suddenly jumped his eyelids and turned his head and asked the young woman in white behind him, "Xiao Fang, do you know this boy?"

The young woman in white frowned her delicate eyebrows and said uncertainly, "Master, I seem to know this teenager. It's a bit like the teenager in the Wu family when Brother Chen and I went to work in danger six months ago. I'm not sure?"

"Oh..." The old man in purple robe narrowed his eyes and exclaimed: "This little guy is not simple."

The young woman wondered, "Master, although this teenager is talented, he is only the level of a warrior. I'm afraid he is not the opponent of Zen Qinglei."

The old man smiled and said, "Xiao Fang, you are off this time. This boy's realm is not far from that of Zen Qinglei. I'm afraid that the boy of the Silent Sect will have a hard battle this time."

"How is that possible?" The young woman shook her head and didn't believe it.

"You don't believe it?" The old man glanced at the young woman, picked up the fragrant tea on the table and smelled it slightly on his nose. He said meaningfully, "Good tea, Xiao Fang, I'll bet with you. Zen Qinglei may not be his opponent. If you lose, give me the Tianmu tits tongue tea from Mr. Wu? How about it?"

"What if you lose if you are a master?"

"Hehe, I lost, go back and pass on your Japanese-type chaotic skill 'Nu Tao Four Palms'"

"It's a deal." The young woman agreed.

The old man took a sip of fragrant tea and whispered, "'Everything grows away'. I didn't expect that this boy could only understand the state of mind until he reached the realm of the great master. Tut, it's a little interesting."

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Zen Qinglei looked ahead, and there was a lot of noise under the stage, but these noises were far away from him, and only the young man in the opposite eye was left.

His face was as heavy as water, and his slender eyes showed a solemn light.

The other party is strange. In his air machine sensing, the teenager opposite seems to have no power of qi and blood, and is as weak as a baby.

But this is almost impossible. Before he came, the brothers of the same family had already told him about the strength of this sunset young man named Wu Wei at the peak of the warrior. A month ago, he was defeated by the crazy knife door.

Dao Er is a knife genius, second only to the zero of the same family, but for Zen Qinglei, it is nothing.

But now the teenager standing opposite him doesn't have a trace of air, which makes him feel completely strange.

The other party seems to melt with the wind and snow all over the sky, and there is no breath.

"Somewhat weird..."

Zen Qinglei frowned. He was cautious and decided to test the other party first.

He took a breath and exerted a slight force under his feet, and his body rushed straight away like a cannonball. His body leaned forward in mid-air, with one hand behind him, and pinched a strange magic seal with the other hand. His index finger was connected to his thumb, and the other palms stretched out obliquely outward, with a dazzling golden light towards Wu Pengwei's chest.

"The flower seal is a mysterious skill of the moon character."

Someone under the stage whispered.

It is rumored that when the Buddha was nirvana under the bodhi tree, he went away with a smile, and his left hand pinched the flower mark.

Later, the disciples of the Buddha learned this magic seal, which lasted for thousands of years and evolved into a mysterious martial art, which was this flower seal.

The Silent Sect has a close relationship with Buddhism, so it will also have this martial art.

Fingers are like knives, golden and bright, tearing heavy wind and snow, almost reaching Wu Pengwei's chest in the blink of an eye.

Wu Pengwei smiled with a smile on his face, and his body moved like water sliding over, allowing this to be a blow to the chest.

Zen Qinglei raised his eyebrows, his left wrist turned out, and his middle finger, which had been cross and closed with his thumb, flicked his finger.

A slender golden light came out like thunder and lightning, straight to Wu Pengwei's chest.

This is the real killing move of the flower seal, and it is also the power.

Wu Pengwei just smiled, brushing his left hand, and the wind and snow all over the sky condensed into an almost transparent air mass between his palms.

"Go."

Wu Pengwei took a light breath, and the air mass flew out and collided with the slender golden light.

"Bum"

After a muffled sound, the air mass and golden light suddenly disappeared and slightly exploded in mid-air.

"Good ability, able to manipulate the wind and snow at will, and so skilled, you are an opponent worthy of fighting with all your strength."

Zen Qinglei has already retreated to five steps away, and his expression was very solemn, changing the initial relaxation.

Wu Pengwei was as quiet as water, with his initial smile hanging on the corners of his mouth: "Each other, you are strong, ingenious in technique, and you are also a master."

Zen Qinglei took a deep breath, held his fist and said loudly, "Zilence Zen Qinglei."

Wu Pengwei also held his fist and saluted: "Wu Wei at sunset."

Officially announced his name, proving that Zen Qinglei began to pay attention to his opponent and admitted that he was qualified to fight with himself.

The two talked, but stunned the audience below.

"What's going on? This little guy of the sunset sect seems to have two brushes. Who is it?

"Yes, I've never heard of it before. It is said that it has the strength of the peak of the samurai, but the peak of the samurai can't be the enemy of the martial soul realm. This boy is weird enough."

"Mom, it's broken. What I bet this time was that Chan Qinglei won with one move and pressed 20 taels of silver. It seems that it's ruined..."

Everyone reacts with different reactions, but without exception is the same thought.

This small character of the sunset sect does not seem to be as simple and weak as it seems.

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, they had already played on the court.

Zen Qinglei shouted in a low voice, and his body was vertical, like light and electricity, bringing out a slender purple shadow in the air.

He cultivates gold power, which is extremely fast and takes the shortest straight line, straight like a sword.

When he flew out, the fist in his hand clenched, and the golden light lingered out one after another, turning into the remnants of the fists, attacking the five key points on Wu Pengwei's body. It was extremely fast, and it was roaring, and the remnants were heavy, which made it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Wu Pengwei's eyes suddenly tightened, and his smile converbed. His feet moved like waves of water, and he also drew shadows one by one.

He avoided the sharpness of Zen Qinglei, and his palms fluttered, and the white light was startled. Like playing on the water, he brought out showers of snowflakes, condensed into a ball, and went towards the fist shadow all over the sky.

There was a burst of explosion in the air.

It's like thunder.

The two fought very quickly, and their figures lingered like a horse lantern on the stage. For a moment, the wind and snow roared in confusion, dazzling the people under the stage.

After another moment, the two of them separated at a touch and returned to the same place, but the directions were just exchanged.

Zen Qinglei's face is as heavy as water, while Wu Pengwei is as quiet as before.

The two confronted each other in silence again.

On the fourth floor of Jiangshan Pavilion, the old man in purple robe was smiling at the young woman in white behind him. He seemed to be saying, "Apprentice, the master guessed correctly. You lost again this time.

The young woman in white pouted and showed her little daughter's delicate attitude: "Master, what are you laughing at? You haven't figured out the winner yet. When Zen Qinglei shows the 'silent big hand print', the sunset boy will definitely not be able to deal with it."

The old man shook his head, tasted the fragrant tea in his hand, and said with a strange smile, "That's not necessarily."

The young woman gave him a white look, and then said to herself, "It's strange that if this boy is really a little guy in danger, how can he improve so fast in half a year? It's incredible."

"What's so strange?" The old man gave her a white look, "Maybe if you meet a master's guidance, you may open the top with your skills."

The young woman was silent and threw her eyes to the stand in the distance, with a trace of worry in her heart.

"Do you have any advice from a master? No wonder he refused to let him go to the Martial Arts Alliance at the beginning, but it was not easy to deal with the silence of Zen Qinglei.

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The two face each other from afar and seem to return to the original scene.

It's just that the snow on Wu Pengwei's body did not accumulate this time, but slipped quietly like touching the smoothest porcelain bottle.

So Wu Pengwei's body was very clean, and a green shirt floated out of the dust in the wind and snow.

Zen Qinglei's eyes tightened a little more. He began to glow with a strong golden light all over his body. The light spread over his head, and then a trace of redness emerged. The red light and golden light blended into one place, and finally turned into a huge purple cow.

The cow's eyes are open angrily, like a copper bell.

Zen Qinglei raised his hand, his five fingers were slightly open, his left palm was straight in the front, and his back palm was spread flat behind him.

"This is my unique learning of the Silent Sect. The broken character of 'Silent Big Seal' is extremely powerful. Please be careful."

Zen Qinglei's voice is low and he has a strong self-confidence.

The wind and snow all over the sky melted within ten meters of his body, and he could not fall in at all, as if he had encountered a strange position.

Wu Pengwei just smiled indifferently and reached out to salute: "Brother Zen, just exert your strength, don't worry about it."

Zen Qinglei's eyes were full of lightning. He shouted angrily, and his left foot stamped slightly on the ground. The whole huge ring shook for it, and a circle of invisible storm immediately shot around along the center of Zen Qinglei's left foot.

The spectators under the ring felt a strong wind and could hardly open their eyes.

At this time, Chan Qinglei's whole body bounced up like a cannonball. At the moment of the bounce, the place where he was originally standing collapsed, falling like a cobweb, with a crack of two meters.

"Silent Big Hand Print - Broken Font"

Zen Qinglei's hands shuttled like butterflies in mid-air, and four huge purple handprints immediately appeared, covering Wu Pengwei like a net.

Wu Pengwei also restrained his smile at this time, quiet as water, but began to turn the soft white light all over his body.

The luminous air is like smoke, converging into a huge lion above the head, roaring in the air.

And his hands also slowly rose at this time.

The left palm is as hot as fire, and the right hand is as light as water.

One red and one white two masses of light collide with each other in the air, and the target is close to the four silent big fingerprints flying.