Because of the Nine-Turn Mirage Formation, people under the arena usually can’t hear what the people on the arena are saying. Of course, there is only one person, that is, the monk who is the referee in the Red Sword Sect.

The little referee's cultivation is actually not too high, probably the level of the five veins, but they do not need to be responsible for order. Those are things that the elders in the sect need to worry about. What they are responsible for is whether the monks in the formation have any illegal operations.

Don’t think that the rules of the preliminary round will be much looser. In fact, the lower the cultivation level, the more likely the monks who have no status will be to do such despicable things. Just say, the C-type arena, the referee has seen the monks forcefully take pills in battle several times, which is not allowed by the preliminary round rules.

The referee originally had the idea of ​​establishing a good relationship with the cultivators of Qinglan Sect, but he deliberately did not give Zhao Dibao a good look under the rules. Moreover, Zhao Dibao's clumsy appearance made him feel that he was very smart. A cultivator with such poor cultivation still doesn't care whether that person would have any objections to him in his heart.

But what did he hear just now? The monk who looked as stupid as a pig was actually the son of Zhao Zishan who was selfless? What kind of plot development is this?

Damn, who doesn't know that although Zhao Zishan doesn't have any real power in Kuraki City, he still has the title of the city lord. If he wants to let him know that he has stumbled on his son, wouldn't it be over? He even dared to move the elders of the four major sects back then.

No, no, I finally got ordered inside and went directly to the rematch, and I was about to be valued in the sect. If Zhao Zishan is targeted, wouldn’t everything be stopped? Otherwise, I would give Zhao Dibao a secret help? No, there is someone from Qinglan Sect opposite me, so I still can’t afford to offend me.

Just as the referee was thinking freely, Zhao Dibao didn't take this matter seriously at all.

First, Zhao Dibao thought he was wrong, second, based on the experience taught to him by his father, Zhao Dibao is now focusing all his attention on the battle in front of him, and there is no time to think of something messy.

Zhao Dibao's current situation looks pretty good. Zhao Dibao, who has completely occupied the rhythm of the battle, is forcing Yun Ze to the edge of the ring bit by bit. As long as Yun Ze can't dodge, Zhao Dibao can use his family-born "Tiangang Fist" to knock him off the ring.

"Tiangang Fist" is a magic trick created by Zhao Zishan. As a boxing technique, it emphasizes moving forward and being strong and fierce. It has to be said that although Zhao Dibao has poor spiritual attainments, he still has a good understanding of this family boxing technique under the education of his biological father.

Zhao Dibao's fist became more and more fierce as he hit, and even the faint white light attached to his fist seemed to make waves of thunderous roars.

"The boxing force breaks through the air? I didn't expect that this little fat man is still a genius in boxing." Qin Guang couldn't help but sigh under the ring. Although everyone couldn't hear what Yunze and Zhao Dibao said before, and didn't know that Zhao Dibao had a very good father, the talent and strength that Zhao Dibao showed made everyone's eyes lit up.

"Yes, the level of fist strength can reach the level of breaking through the air in the Spirit Condensation Stage. This kind of talent is not as good as Nangong Ding." Luo Gan felt a little unhappy. After all, the stronger the little fat man's strength, the harder his junior brother will be to fight. But even if he is unhappy, Luo Gan still admires Zhao Dibao's strength.

"Don't compare that guy Nangong to him. Nangong seems to have only hit the level of his fist force breaking through the air when he has six meridians. These two are different, and the difference between clouds and clouds." Qin Guang's words showed a little jealousy and helplessness.

Talent and hard work are almost the two most critical factors that determine the achievement of a monk. For most monks like Qin Guang and Luo Gan, hard work is not necessary at all. For monks who can truly achieve certain achievements, hard work is just a quality that everyone has, and talent is the most direct thing that determines the upper and lower limits of a monk.

Maybe this little fat man has a poor cultivation level now, and he can say that he can kill him with one hand than them. But if he can continue to grow like this, his future achievements will definitely be above most people.

Of course, although Luo Gan sighed a little, his heart was still optimistic about Yunze. It was not that he deliberately favored his own people in his heart, but that he could see the advantages and disadvantages of this little fat man at a glance.

In terms of magic tricks, Zhao Dibao's "Tiangang Fist" cannot have any greater advantages compared to Yun Ze's "Lotus Heart Medical Criticism". This boxing technique is obviously a very powerful combat move, but unfortunately, Luo Gan can see at a glance that although Zhao Dibao's magic trick is strong, it is still just an external skill like Qin Guang's "The Vulture Sword Technique". In order to strengthen his strength, Qin Guang chose the "Xifeng Jue" which is very suitable for him as his mental method. The combination of the two is far from being as simple as one plus one equals two.

But Zhao Dibao did not. Judging from his clumsy spiritual power use, his mind method is just a very ordinary mind method, or even a good mind method, he did not spend much energy on it.

And this is Zhao Dibao's disadvantage. His threat to Yun Ze is all above his terrifying fist, and whether it is the amount of spiritual power or the slow speed caused by not being able to use spiritual power are his innate disadvantages.

"Ozero, it depends on whether you can see it now." Luo Gan thought silently in his heart.

Indeed, under Zhao Dibao's tide-like offensive, Yun Ze did not realize at first that his speed was not fast, because the rhythm was completely in Zhao Dibao's hands. However, Yun Ze was not like Feng Zhengdao, who only waited until his anger burst out before he could passively strengthen his sense of fighting. As a monk who was determined to use spirit stone to kill all his opponents, his insight was beyond the reach of ordinary monks.

"So that's the case? With powerful moves but no matching spiritual power, Zhao Dibao, meeting me is really the most unlucky thing for you." Yun Ze said regretfully for his opponent in his heart.

A sudden acceleration flashed across Zhao Dibao's attack, and Yun Ze finally had a gap to use his magic weapon.

The seven-treasure moon lotus is too silly to use, so I should use the most familiar magic weapon I have refined.

Yun Ze took out a familiar small flag from his arms. As soon as the small flag touched Yun Ze's spiritual power, it shook it left and right twice, and then a yellow shield was supported by Yun Ze's side.

Xiaowu Earth Flag. This is a defensive magic weapon that could not even be broken by Feng Zhengdao. Although it was later poked by Cao Wan'er with one finger, what kind of strength is Cao Wan'er? Yun Ze doesn't believe that Zhao Dibao can compare with Cao Wan'er.
Chapter completed!