Supreme Medicinal God

Ten minutes later, Ge Ming opened his eyes, a gleam of fine light flashed in his eyes, and his internal force had basically recovered. In addition to his pure internal force, Fang Cunshan's Yuanqi Dan had a remarkable effect.

Ge Ming found that Master Mr. Mo Er was standing in front of himself and was looking at himself with a smile. He quickly arched his hands and said: "Master, what instructions are there?"

Mr. Mo Er said with an appreciative smile: "Congratulations on entering the fourth round. You can watch this game if you can reach the final. You feel that you have a certain degree of victory against Luo Feng."

Ge Mingjian's face was more ashamed, and he was less confident and said: "I feel that I can only win with 50% certainty."

Mr. Mo Er was not surprised and continued to ask: "Oh, why only 50%?"

"Luo Feng's half-moon scimitar is so powerful that it can be attacked at close range and can also be attacked from a distance. Moreover, he also has a solid armor and a bizarre bull head shield. It really has both offensive and defensive skills, so I only have a 50% chance to win. "

"The other party is well-equipped, but you are just bare-handed. You can win with half of your grasp. It's already good."

"Thank you for your encouragement."

"Actually, your grasp of winning can be improved by 30%."

There was a trace of surprise on Ge Ming's face. Master said this to encourage me or tell me something. He asked doubtfully: "Master said that I should have a 80% chance of winning?"

He gently patted Ge Ming's strong shoulders, and Mr. Mo Er's voice was powerful: "Yes, you have a 80% chance of winning. I am not a good listener, but to tell you, don't look down on yourself too much, Although it is a showdown of Xuan level peak, different martial skills are used, the results will be different."

Ge Ming still didn’t quite understand, and he focused on: "Master?"

"What do you plan to do against him?"

Ge Ming said decisively: "Of course, I use Wind Thunder Fist. I am best at using Wind Thunder Fist, which is to use it to break Zhou Taiyin's sonic power."

Mr. Mo Er waved his hand: "If you want to win Luo Feng, you can't use Wind Thunder Fist. Luo Feng's armor and shield are very sturdy, and the defense is amazing. Your Wind Thunder Fist is perfect in practice and powerful. It is difficult for Li to penetrate his armor and shield. You have to use lightning fingers instead."

Ge Ming's originally depressed expression suddenly brightened up. He had been thinking about the strength of his wind and thunder fist, whether he could penetrate Luo Feng's armor and hurt him.

"Point with lightning?"

Lightning finger is also a stunt of Fang Cunshan.

"Do you want to know why you need lightning fingers? Luo Feng's armor and shields are all made of metal. Lightning fingers can shoot lightning from your fingertips. You can wear him armor and shields. If you want to win him, for you, just There is only one way.

"I see, thank you Master for your guidance. I will try my best after a while."

Before the game, Mr. Mo Er had the opportunity to give a face-to-face lecture.

Luo Feng has been dressed neatly, carrying a half-moon scimitar, ready to go to the ring, Nie Qingwu still sent a few blessings: "Have a good game, I wish you victory."

"Thank you captain, I will go all out."

Drums and drums sounded, and echoed among the peaks of Huashan Mountain. It was heart-wrenching, and the Xuan-level semi-match began.

Before the ring, the audience had a lot of discussion, guessing who would win this game and who would reach the final.

Luo Feng and Ge Ming went to the ring together.

Used to give courtesy to soldiers, Luo Feng smiled at Ge Ming and said: "It's Brother Ge Ming, who has long respected his name."

Ge Ming ignored Luo Feng, with no expression on his face, calmly and calmly, used a defensive posture and a pair of big fists, ready to attack.

"Don't be wordy, let's get started."

Luo Feng disagreed with Ge Ming's indifference.

Fang Cunshan was the first ancient Wuzong door in China. Fang Cunshan disciples regarded themselves as the inheritance of the ancient Wu Wu. Most of the disciples were arrogant and arrogant. They looked down on Luo Feng, a non-sectual ancient martial arts cultivator.

Luo Fengdao shield gave a soft blow, and a crisp golden iron symphony was very sweet.

Ge Ming's fists slammed with wind and thunder.

Luo Feng raised his shield and blocked Ge Ming's fist.

A wind and thunder struck the shield hard, and Luo Feng felt that the shield was hit by a force like a mountain of mountains, and his wrists were shocked and numb.

The Ngau Tau Shield is a treasure with a small defensive formation, although it does not reach the level of the Spirit Tool, it is many times more powerful than the ordinary shield.

Among them, the small defensive formation not only strengthens the defense, but also absorbs and offsets the huge impact.

Luo Feng not only secretly admired Ge Ming's strong internal force, but also the amazing power of Fangcun Mountain Breeze Thunder.

Blocking the attack like a thunderous wind and thunder fist, Luo Feng was relieved and immediately started to fight back.

The half-moon scimitar in his hand was like a round meniscus, and the light was so bright that he cut it heavily against Ge Ming.

Ge Ming fisted with one fist, but he took the half-moon offensive with bare hands, and the sharp blade clearly hit his fists, but he didn't even leave any marks.

Luo Feng found that the Half Moon Scimitar had cut Ge Ming's fist, but the blade was about two millimeters away from his fist. He encountered a strong air shield and could not cut it.

Ye Feng saw clearly that Ge Ming's double fists were full of strength and strength, and even the internal force was released, and he had formed a layer of defensive atmosphere on the surface, blocking the attack of the half-moon scimitar.

On the ring, the half-moon scimitar streamed and fluttered, the wind and thunder fist moved, the light and shadow were intertwined, and the two sides could not fight.

Although Ge Ming's fists are as hard as iron, and the internal force is released to form a defensive atmosphere, but he still suffers from fighting with Luo Feng's half-moon scimitar and Niu Tuodun.

Luo Feng had the upper hand from the beginning. He went from one knife to the next. He wanted to use the weapon's original advantages to expand the results. Even if Ge Ming could not be hurt, he would be forced out of the ring.

Ge Ming fought hard in the shadow of the sword and fought hard. He had to be sure that Master Mo Er was all right. His boxing power was fierce. It was almost impossible to hurt Luo Feng through the shield and armor. possible.

Soon, Ge Ming changed his attacking tricks. His left hand was a fist, his right hand turned into a finger, and his fingertips flickered with light. An arc flashed from his fingertips, crackled, and he was heavily placed on the bull's head shield.

That's another lightning bolt of Fang Cunshan.

A strong electric current penetrated the metal surface of the Niutou shield and directly charged on Luo Feng's left hand.

A sensation of acupuncture came from his hand, and it was numb and painful. Luo Feng squeezed his teeth in pain. He cried out, wow, emotionally, he almost threw away the shield in his hand.

Finally found a way to crack Luo Feng's defensive shields and armor, thanks to Master Mo Er's help and advice, reminding Ge Ming to use lightning fingers to deal with Luo Feng.

In the distance, Mr. Mo Er showed an approving look. The young man was teachable. Ge Ming deserved to be his own disciple. He was clever and smart. He made a little mention.

(End of this chapter)