Deification from Wuhun

Chapter 87 Thoughts on Location

Zhou Tian stood up and shook slightly, the damp and water mist covering his clothes spread around like an explosion.

The clothes suddenly became dry.

Looking at the exterior scene, which had grown by about half a meter overnight, I was moved back in my heart.

The light dissipated and the exterior scene was retracted.

With a step, the light appeared again.

It's just a little slower, but the stepping step has already covered it.

Just yesterday, in the midst of constant steps.

In fact, Zhou Tian has been familiarizing himself with the adjustment of stepping step fighting, after a thorough understanding.

To be able to achieve what it is today, it has already been formed when it is displayed.

There is no need for people to walk, determine the position, and absorb the power of heaven and earth.

Instead, use a method similar to the formation method.

"This ability is like a CD, I can describe the information I want as I like." Zhou Tian smiled.

Such abilities and formations are simply a perfect match.

And from Zhou Tian's point of view, Qimen Bagua itself is a formation.

It's just that this formation is more comprehensive, mysterious, and has the principles of the world.

What Zhou Tian needs is a more specialized and tyrannical formation.

For example, those formations in Xiuxian novels.

"It's too far away!" Zhou Tian shook his head, and took back the exterior scene under his feet.

"It's better to keep your feet on the ground first."

Turned around and walked outside.

There are still many defects in the exterior scene, but it is just a very crude ability.

The self-contained external circulation is not perfect enough.

And it can't move after cast, these need to be improved.

Zhou Tian walked to the competition field alone.

There are only four games today, so it can be over in one morning.

The other track remained unchanged, Zhang Chulan played against Wang Yedao, and Feng Shayan played against Feng Baobao.

Here, Zhou Tian played against Wang Bing.

Walking into the arena, Zhou Tian saw Wang Bing on the opposite side at a glance.

This guy looked irritated and stared at Zhou Tian viciously.

There are many spectators around, after all, this is a battle for the top four.

Those who can persist until now are not weak.

Among them, there is also Wang Ai, the ten guy.

Holding a walking stick in his hand, he stood there with a smirk that couldn't see his eyes.

"Contestants from both sides enter the arena!"

Hearing the referee's voice, Zhou Tian walked towards the venue.

Wang Bing on the opposite side looked at Zhou Tian and sneered in his heart.

"What kind of bullshit, my grandfather actually asked me to admit defeat, I want to see how good this kid is."

As soon as Wang Bing thought of this, his face became irritable.

Why?
Let me throw in the towel.

Shouldn't it be the grandfather who made the opponent admit defeat?

Thinking of this, Wang Bing looked at Zhou Tian and said in a cold voice: "Yesterday, that kid belonged to your young master, right? That guy was beaten to death by me, why don't you just admit defeat quickly, do you want to be beaten to death by me too?"

Zhou Tian frowned when he heard the words, this guy really has something wrong with his mind.

He turned to look at the referee.

"Game start!"

As the voice fell, the seven vines stretched out.

Wang Bing's pupils also turned black at the same time, and the black qi spread all over his body, so he quickly retreated to avoid the vines.

Too bad it was just a feint.

The real means is Zhou Tian's fist.

Almost instantly, Zhou Tian rushed over.

The energy of the right hand was like a raging fire, and the attack was like a violent python, biting Wang Bing's cheek.

It directly hit Wang Bing's mouth and grabbed his cheek, preventing him from shouting out surrender.

The energy in the hand was like ice, and he threw it forward violently.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp cracking sound.

Wang Bing's eyes widened, wanting to howl in pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

Before the body struggled twice, it felt a huge force coming.

The whole body ached, and then hit the ground hard.

"boom!"

"The winner is Sunday, the game is over!"

The moment the game ended, Zhou Tian felt a wave of malice.

Looking up, it was the old man Wang Ai.

Wang Ai grabbed the crutch in his hand, and his narrowed eyes were opened, shining with a cold light.

"This kid is different, whether it is Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing, or Wang Ye, they are all different."

"The killing intent that erupted at that moment was full of brutal wildness, which is definitely not something that can be taught in this peaceful age."

Wang Ai knew in his heart that he had seen this kind of person before.

So I also know the troubles of this kind of people, and the usual decent methods are useless.

"It seems that we need to check this person!"

After the game, Zhou Tian withdrew.

For Zhou Tian now, the competition is not important, his own cultivation is the top priority.

"Tomorrow is against Zhang Lingyu. If we win, we will face against Zhang Chulan."

Zhou Tian was thinking as he walked.

If Zhang Lingyu wins, I am afraid that he will face the old master.

Thinking of this, Zhou Tian only felt his scalp go numb.

Coming to this world, his strength has improved a lot.

Many people who used to be afraid are no longer in mortal danger to Zhou Tian now.

For example, President Feng.

At the beginning, Zhou Tian could feel the great danger in the face of President Feng.

But now, this sense of danger has faded a lot.

At least it's not fatal.

But only the old heavenly master is different.

Zhou Tian has felt the terror of life and death from the first time he saw the old heavenly master until now.

"Even if there are ten of me, they can't beat me!" Zhou Tian shook his head.

But it is impossible to admit defeat like this, after all, it is one of the Eight Miraculous Skills.

"Let's talk about it after the match tomorrow, at most we'll just lose the final!" Zhou Tian shook his head.

After practicing till evening, Zhou Tian finally decided to rest for the night.

Early the next morning.

Zhou Tian opened his eyes, took the mobile phone next to him, and turned off the scheduled alarm clock.

"In the original book, Zhang Lingyu's strength is also top-notch among the younger generation. If she doesn't use the mask of the godhead, it may take a while."

Push open the door, the mountain breeze blows!

Walking on the mountain road, Zhou Tian unconsciously thought of the younger generation under one person.

From the current point of view, Ma Xianhong, Zhang Lingyu, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, Wang Zhenqiu, and Chen Duo are the top players.

Among them, Ma Xianhong has the strongest comprehensive ability, because he can use weapons to make up for any defects in any aspect.

Others need to practice for a long time if they want to do it, and this is what young people lack.

The rest should be Wang Zhenqiu and Chen Duo.

If you only fight for cultivation, the strongest must be Zhang Lingyu.

But there are more aspects to consider in terms of combat effectiveness.

As temporary workers, there is one thing that is far stronger than the others, and that is fighting.

Killed more than one person, experienced more than one life and death fight.

In the end, there are three remaining.

"For me, Zhang Lingyu is more difficult than the two temporary workers." Zhou Tian thought as he looked at the playing field close at hand.

Advanced cultivation is the foundation, such people are not easy to be targeted if their weaknesses are not obvious.

Walking into the arena and seeing it at a glance, it was extremely lively.

"Reverend Lingyu! Reverend Lingyu..."

Shouts sounded from all around.

It was a female alien, holding a sign, as if chasing a star.

In addition to these people, there are many audiences.

"Contestants from both sides enter the arena!"

The referee's voice sounded.

Zhou Tian walked into the arena, facing Zhang Lingyu who came over.

Seeing Zhang Lingyu clasped his fists, Zhou Tian also clasped his fists in return.

"Game start!"

(End of this chapter)