Ning Zhuo saw that the situation was not good and had to switch to defense.

Frost Fist! Han Zhou's left fist struck straight, bringing out a bone-piercing cold, and rushed straight to Ning Zhuo's chest at lightning speed.

Ning Zhuo hurriedly crossed his hands and put up a defensive stance.

Bang.

With a muffled sound, Ning Zhuo took several steps back.

Ning Zhuo blocked Han Zhou's fist, but the wind from the fist still penetrated through his defense and into his body.

Bitter cold! Han Zhou followed closely, changed his pace, raised his left leg high, turned around and kicked.

Old Han's kick! The kick was fierce and went straight to Ning Zhuo's face. Ning Zhuo dodged sideways and barely avoided it, but Han Zhou quickly changed his moves and punched Ning Zhuo's side with his right fist like lightning.

Ning Zhuo was hit by a punch and his body suddenly relaxed.

If it was before the special training, he would have been on the road to defeat. But after the special training, his heart tightened, he gritted his teeth and guarded the gate, took a few hits, and always maintained his posture and did not completely collapse.

Each of Han Zhou’s punches was so powerful that Ning Zhuo’s arms became numb.

Han Zhou suddenly lowered his body and swept out with his right leg.

Old cold leg! Ning Zhuo's legs were hit, his body was unstable, and he staggered backwards.

Han Zhou took advantage of the situation and threw out with both fists, one up and one down, the upper one going straight for Ning Zhuo's face and the lower one going straight for Ning Zhuo's chest.

Ning Zhuo only defended the upper lane, while his lower lane was pierced, and he was hit in the chest by a fist, and was directly knocked out.

He flew backwards a distance of ten feet, adjusted his posture in the air, and when he landed, his feet rubbed against the floor tiles and dragged for a distance.

He bent down slightly, adjusted his center of gravity, and ultimately did not fall on his back.

"Good punches and kicks." He spat out a mouthful of blood, smiled at Han Zhou, and expressed his sincere admiration.

When Lin Shanshan saw Ning Zhuo vomiting blood, her brows immediately frowned and her heart tightened.

Sun Lingtong in the Mechanical Dragon was also watching the fight. Seeing this, he chuckled and said, "Xiao Zhuo, you really need to practice your boxing and kicking skills diligently."

Sun Lingtong is a cultivator of an evil sect. He has always been tough in cultivating Ning Zhuo.

Just spitting out some blood, in his eyes, is nothing! Han Zhou walked slowly towards Ning Zhuo. He shook his head slightly, revealing a look of disappointment: "Fellow Daoist Ning, if you are only at this level, then the winner today must be me."

"Your close combat skills still need to be improved. This shortcoming is very obvious and will definitely be targeted by others in the future."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "Brother Hanzhou is right. Kung Fu is exactly what I have been training in the past few days. It was originally even worse."

"Thank you, Brother Hanzhou, for letting me try my hand at this."

"Next, I'm going to use some of my strength, so please be careful!"

Han Zhou's eyes lit up: "I am waiting for you, please show your skills."

The next moment, Ning Zhuo took out six mechanical floating hands from his storage belt.

As soon as the floating hand was released, it immediately flew into the sky and swam around Hanzhou.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and began to cast the Five Elements spell frantically.

Flames, golden blades, vines, ground spikes, water waves... a large number of spells were cast in turn, and the violent spell attacks converged at one place, like brilliant fireworks during a celebration.

Gorgeous and deadly! The spectators were shocked.

"Ning Zhuo has such great attainments in the Five Elements Magic! How old is he?"

"Has he been practicing magic since he was in his mother's womb?"

"No, this is definitely not a simple five-element spell. The spells rotate with each other, constantly generating and restraining each other, integrating and decomposing, making full use of the power of each round of spells. What kind of skills did he practice? He can actually transfer the five elements so easily!"

Even Lin Shanshan, who knew some of Ning Zhuo's background, was shocked at this moment.

Only then did she realize that on the first day of special training, Ning Zhuo had cast a spell in front of her and retained a lot of his strength.

"Is this what he looks like when he gives it his all?" Lin Shanshan fixed her eyes on the young man in white. His focused and handsome face looked even more charming under the illumination of the five-colored Dharma light.

For a moment, the image of Ning Zhuo casting a spell was deeply imprinted in Lin Shanshan's mind.

Not only her, but the audience were also amazed and remembered Ning Zhuo firmly.

"Although his boxing skills are a little weak, his attainments in magic are quite profound!"

"Based on his strength, Cave 281 will definitely not be his limit."

"He deserves a better cave."

"Don't be in a hurry. You seem to have forgotten the bitter cold of Hanzhou."

"Ning Zhuo is only in the early stage of foundation building, while Han Zhou is a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. As long as Han Zhou is not defeated, as long as he persists, Ning Zhuo's magic power will not be able to outlast him."

Everyone was talking about it.

There are still many people with discerning eyes.

But Ning Zhuo's wild attack consumes a huge amount of his own mana!

He is only in the early stage of foundation building. In comparison, Hanzhou is in the late stage. The latter is stronger in terms of foundation.

Just as everyone had expected, as time passed, Ning Zhuo's breath quickly weakened, and the bombardment of the Five Elements spells also quickly decreased.

Han Zhou, who had been passively taking beatings and enduring them, finally found an opportunity to fight back.

Whoosh! The biting cold air gushed out from his body, greatly weakening the power of the Five Elements spell.

He was like a sharp blade flying out of the ice field, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed in front of Ning Zhuo! "Ah!" Lin Shanshan couldn't help but exclaimed.

The spectators around her also let out low cries.

But Lin Bufan, who had been watching the game till now, felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw Lin Shanshan's reaction, and had a bad premonition.

A huge aura of suffering enveloped Ning Zhuo, and he felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow, trapped in a boundless and terrifying blizzard.

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Ning Zhuo's entire body and mind were frozen, and he watched helplessly as Han Zhou's finger pierced his forehead.

If he was stabbed, his forehead would be pierced and he would be seriously injured and on the verge of death!

But at the critical moment, Hanzhou took the initiative to change direction and aimed only at Ning Zhuo's shoulder.

However, his confident full-strength attack was deflected by the oil film that suddenly appeared on Ning Zhuo's body.

He and Ning Zhuo passed each other!

Slippery charm!!

The talisman that Ning Jufan gave to Ning Zhuo can be used for more than just one time.

The slippery talisman had its own spirituality. It sensed that the cultivator was about to be attacked, so it immediately activated itself and successfully protected Ning Zhuo.

The crowd was silent for a moment, then burst into an uproar again.

"Am I sensing this correctly?"

"Golden Core Aura! This is a Golden Core-level talisman!"

"Ning Zhuo has such a trump card, so even if he doesn't know how to fight or kick, what's the harm?"

"If he had such means, why did he engage in close combat with Han Zhou before?"

Some people felt quite speechless.

If Ning Zhuo had displayed this talisman at the beginning of the war, the battle would have been over long ago.

No one would think that Hanzhou would win! Hanzhou was born a beggar, in rags, relying only on his own skills and fists. But even if it were other cultivators, using various magical instruments, it would be extremely difficult to break a Jindan-level defensive talisman.

Han Zhou was also very self-aware. He used his power to examine Ning Zhuo's entire body and confirmed that the slippery talisman was quite durable.

He took the initiative to stop and admitted defeat.

Ning Zhuo said, "I am ashamed to say that I used the amulet of my elders. This was not my intention. It was because you, Brother Hanzhou, were so powerful that I could no longer suppress the amulet and it activated on its own."

"This battle is beyond my ability, how about we treat it as a draw?"

Han Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning Zhuo seriously. He could feel the latter's sincerity, but still shook his head: "Winning is winning, losing is losing. The talismans and magic weapons you have are all part of your strength. It is reasonable to rely on these to win."

"I lost this battle!"

After saying that, Han Zhou bowed and walked out of the martial arts arena with unsteady steps.

"I won!" Lin Shanshan subconsciously clenched her fists, her heart leaping with joy.

Ning Zhuo sighed, turned around with boredom, and left the martial arts arena.

The audience talked to each other, many of them were permanent monks of Xiaozheng Peak. They began to evaluate the combat capability of Ning Zhuo, the newcomer.

"As expected of a young master from a big family, with a golden elixir-level protective amulet, who can threaten him?"

"It's probably just Lai Wuying and the others."

"Ordinary cultivators are no match for him. He uses his magic very skillfully, and can cause Hanzhou to suffer serious injuries."

Lin Bufan withdrew his gaze, and before leaving, he saw Lin Shanshan following Ning Zhuo and walking over.

"A golden elixir-level protective amulet... from the Ning family of Huoshixian City?"

Lin Bufan began to pay attention to Ning Zhuo.

Although the other party is a junior, he has a great background. He has a golden elixir-level protective amulet, which shows that he is taken care of and cultivated in the family.

Even Lin Bufan values ​​Ning Zhuo, let alone others.

For a while, in Wanyao Valley, news about Ning Zhuo was everywhere. Everyone knew that he was the son of a big family with a strong background. Don't mess with him easily! (End of this chapter)