Master of Beasts

"Snapped!"

Under the suction force generated by the crystal nucleus in Henry Zhang's body, the blue streamer almost didn't even have time to resist, and it fell into Henry Zhang's hands.

Behind the Lingshu Pavilion.

Lin Lang's eyes stared like dead fish, unbelievable.

That streamer, which he couldn't even catch, ran towards Henry Zhang on his own initiative?

Arabian Nights!

"This kid..." Yang Kun couldn't help being moved.

Henry Zhang, how did he do it?

"Sure enough." The brilliance of the streamer in his hand dissipated, and Henry Zhang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, full of joy.

The third tablet.

"Shua!"

The inscription turned into a ray of light, submerged into his spiritual gate, and merged with the crystal nucleus.

"Disappeared?" Yang Kun couldn't help poking his upper body forward, looking at Henry Zhang in surprise.

That spirit technique is indeed related to Henry Zhang.

"This little guy has a lot of secrets." Yang Kun muttered to himself.

"Let him go, let him go!" Lin Lang looked like he was about to cry, as if his most cherished thing had been snatched away by Henry Zhang.

Seeing this, Yang Kun held back a smile in his heart.

After so many years, Lin Lang was finally planted.

"I want to formulate new rules!" Lin Lang roared.

"Shua!"

Sweeping out from the Lingshu Pavilion, Henry Zhang was very satisfied.

The third inscription was simply delivered to the door. I don't know what can be created this time with the fusion of three kinds of spiritual power using the spirit fusion technique.

And that Xuanbing Jin.

Henry Zhang had a hunch that as long as he practiced proficiently, Xuan Bingjin's knives would definitely play an unexpected role.

"Junior Brother Xiao has come out!"

There was a burst of exclamation, and a group of people who had been waiting for a long time surrounded them with a clatter.

They were also very curious about the spirit technique that Henry Zhang got.

After all, the spirit arts in the Spirit Art Pavilion, even the lowest kind, are extremely rare in the outside world.

"Junior brother Xiao, what have you got, can you open our eyes?"

"I haven't entered the Lingshu Pavilion yet, what is it like inside?"

"Needless to say, there must be rows and rows of bookshelves filled with books on spiritual arts, which are readily available."

Some people have wild imaginations.

At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the Lingshu Pavilion.

"What's going on, the rules for entering the Spirit Art Pavilion have changed!"

"what?"

Immediately, the people around Henry Zhang rushed over in a hurry, with anxious expressions on their faces.

After all, the changes in the rules of the Lingshu Pavilion are closely related to these disciples.

Looking at the words that just surfaced in front of the door of the Lingshu Pavilion, someone whispered.

"First, you can't use Lingbao, you can only enter by one person."

"Second, don't stay for more than two quarters of an hour."

"It hasn't changed." Someone said uncontrollably.

"Don't interrupt, just keep listening." Someone from behind immediately slapped him.

"Third, when a multi-source spiritual master enters, only one spirit beast can be released."

Quite a few people looked strange. This rule was obviously just added, but it was also reasonable.

"Fourth, people with Firefox are not allowed inside."

"Fifth, people wearing black robes cannot enter."

Many people looked at each other in blank dismay.

What rule is this? Just play around with it!

"Wait, there's another one at the bottom, sixth, people with the surname Xiao Mingyang are not allowed to enter." After finishing speaking, the man scratched his head, confused and completely confused.

"My surname is Xiao Mingyang, wait, isn't this Junior Brother Xiao?"

"It really is!"

There was an uproar in the arena.

These newly added rules are all aimed at Henry Zhang?

What the hell did he do?

Just when everyone was talking, Henry Zhang slipped back to the room long ago, thinking about Xuan Bingjin, without knowing the new rules formulated by Lingshu Pavilion.

In the early morning, Houfeng is shrouded in hazy white mist, and the air is fresh.

"Xuanbingjin!"

Accompanied by a shout, a high-level Nirvana-level flaming falcon shot backwards at high speed,

Before it hit the ground, its body turned into a heavy block of ice and fell to the ground.

"Boom!"

The flaming falcon in the ice was lifelike, looking at Henry Zhang in fear.

Obviously, it chose the wrong prey.

"wrong."

Looking at the solid ice in his palm, Henry Zhang frowned tightly, unable to let go.

Xuan Bingjin is indeed a powerful spiritual skill. He practiced it for two full days in the back peak, but he still couldn't get the point.

Not to mention controlling the body, there was not even a trace of the body in his spiritual power.

"continue."

Taking a deep breath, Henry Zhang's eyes were firm, and he continued to bombard a thick tree again.

Time passes quickly.

The day of the four peaks will come soon.

The Four Peaks Competition, as the name suggests, is an activity where disciples compete with each other among the four main peaks, and those who can participate in the Four Peaks Competition are limited to new disciples and old disciples from the previous year. As for the older ones, they cannot participate.

Moreover, if the rankings of the new disciples and the old disciples are the same, then the rewards for the new disciples will be more generous.

In this way, the fairness of competition is guaranteed to the greatest extent.

The venue for the Four Peaks Competition is located in the middle of the four main peaks.

Early in the morning, it was full of voices.

"Henry Zhang, you still dare to show up!"

As soon as Henry Zhang showed his head, he was held down by an angry Cui Bin.

For him these days, it was undoubtedly a nightmare.

Every night, he could only sit on the floor, gritted his teeth while looking at Sun Wu who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

There are no two reasons.

He can't beat Sun Tzu!

Therefore, he blamed all of this on the instigator, Henry Zhang.

"A Nirvana Pill!" Henry Zhang, who knew he was wrong, quickly succumbed.

"Brother Xiao, let's talk about things earlier." Cui Bin's face instantly had a smile on his face: "Brother Sun Wu and I had a great conversation, and we should have a bed or something."

Hearing this, Sun Wu cast a contemptuous glance at Cui Bin.

If he hadn't beaten up Cui Bin on the first night, he might have believed it.

"By the way, let's get down to business and tell you some bad news." Cui Bin put away his hippie smile and said solemnly: "This time, the Four Peaks competition is much more difficult than in previous years, including An You from Dongfeng and Wu from West Wind. Heng is not a character to be trifled with."

"An You, was able to enter the inner peak last year, but for some reason, he stayed there, and his strength is unpredictable, while Wu Heng, who has reached the peak of the fifth-order spirit master, is extremely difficult to deal with."

"An You, Wu Heng." Henry Zhang stroked his chin and wrote down the two names.

"These are not the main points." Cui Bin took a deep look at Henry Zhang: "Wu Heng and Wu Hao belong to the same family. Wu Heng once came to Beifeng when you were away, claiming to avenge Wu Hao, but the result It was rolled into a ball by Xia Zhen and rolled out."

"And, in front of Quanbei Peak."

Hearing these words, Henry Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly.

It turned out there was this one.

Cui Bin didn't need to say much, he could also know that Wu Heng would definitely put all the humiliation and hatred on him.

"In that case, come on."

Henry Zhang looked calm.

Counting it, it has been a long time, and there is no such thing as a hearty fight.

Take that Wu Heng, sharpen your knife.