Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

Jia Houwei's cry came from the electric wave. Wang Hao's heart skipped a beat. Could this kid be defeated so quickly?    

The surrounding disciples tried their best to open their eyes, trying to understand what had happened on the stage. However, the dazzling electric light made them unable to open their eyes.    

Yuen Fei was also puzzled. Although his attack wasn't weak, it shouldn't have been able to kill his opponent so easily. Could it be that this fatty was a silver spear and candle head?    

"Golden Pupil!"    

Because he was worried about the fatty, Wang Hao simply activated the Golden Pupil. After his golden eyes lit up, the dazzling lightning immediately dimmed in Wang Hao's eyes.    

Wang Hao finally saw the scene in the electric light. He saw Jia Houwei dancing and fiddling with the dust shield in front of him, playing with it very happily.    

Wang Hao was so angry that he almost vomited blood. It turned out that the scream just now was not because Jia Houwei was hit by the scream, but because he found out that the dust-shield had an amazing defensive power. He was having a lot of fun playing with it.    

"Zzzt!"    

The electric light finally dissipated and the dazzling light faded away. Everyone once again looked at the arena.    

"This..." The surrounding disciples were speechless. Half of the arena had been burnt black by the electric waves. Only Jia Houwei's feet and back were intact.    

A white shield was floating in front of Jia Houwei. The shield was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it managed to block Yuen Fei's incomparably powerful attack.    

Yuen Fei widened his eyes. His face was filled with shock. What kind of divine ability did this fatty use to block his attack so easily?    

Jia Houwei looked at the slowly rotating shield in front of him and opened his mouth. He muttered to himself, "The martial skill that the old madman gave me, isn't it a little too awesome? Could it be that it is really like what my boss said, that I picked up a good master? "    

Jia Houwei's voice was very low, and even Yuen Fei, who was the closest to him, did not hear him.    

However, no matter how low his voice was, it couldn't be hidden from the five people on the elder's platform. Elder Zhao and Lee Feng tried their best to hold back their laughter. Their faces were so tight that even Elder Zhao's face had turned red.    

Lee Yunlong laughed twice. Suddenly, he felt that it wasn't good for him to do this. He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.    

As for Elder Hee, he didn't have such an estimation. He covered his stomach and laughed loudly. He didn't have the demeanor of a sect's Guardian Elder at all.    

Elder Chen was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He gritted his teeth and said, "Little Fatty, how dare you call your master 'old madman'? Wait until the competition is over. Watch me peel off your skin!"    

On the arena, Jia Houwei suddenly shivered. A bad feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.    

Wang Hao stared at the dust-shield controlled by Jia Houwei under the arena. When he was in the Outer Sect Competition, he had heard Elder Zhao exclaim "Dust-Separating Technique."    

If Wang Hao's guess was correct, this Dust Leaving Technique must be the secret of Fatty's master. However, Wang Hao had never thought that the power of the Dust Leaving Technique would be so frightening.    

Not to mention Yuen Fei's Lightning Hammer, even Wang Hao himself did not have the confidence to break the dust-shield condensed by Jia Houwei without using the righteous path of the sword.    

"Let me see what this technique is!"    

Wang Hao poured his Yuan energy into his left eye. The dragon marks on the Golden Pupil appeared and started to rotate clockwise. After that, another dragon mark appeared and started to rotate counterclockwise.    

The two dragon marks formed a wonderful array. Then, the True Dragon Eye was activated.    

"Dust Separating Shield. Martial Skill. Grade of Profound Rank Grade One. This martial skill is the shield form of the Dust Leaving Technique. It can block all martial skills below the Profound Rank Grade Six. As the Dust Leaving Technique increases, the quality of the Dust Separating Shield... It will also improve."    

"The Dust Separation Technique and Divine Abilities can separate everything in the world into the smallest state - - Dust Separation, uses Dust Separation's high-speed vibrations to destroy all objects! Dust Separation can form any form, its power is boundless]"    

Seeing the information of the True Dragon Eye, Wang Hao was completely shocked. Putting the Dust Separating Shield aside, he clearly saw a "divine ability" in the explanation of the Dust Separation Technique. Two words!    

"Divine ability?! What is a thaumaturgy? " This was the first time Wang Hao had come into contact with the word 'divine ability'. He was lost in his thoughts.    

" Looks like I'll have to ask Fatty after the competition is over! "    

Wang Hao shifted his attention back to the arena. He saw that Jia Houwei and Yuen Fei had already started their close combat.    

Yuen Fei was shocked by Jia Houwei's Dust Separating Shield. He immediately understood that if he continued to attack from afar, he would definitely be blocked by that mysterious shield.    

Yuen Fei rushed towards Jia Houwei. The two heavy hammers were like tigers in the wind, and the heavy hammers were good at close combat.    

On the other hand, Jia Houwei was still bare-handed. When he was in the Forest of Beasts, Wang Hao had asked him if he wanted to help him forge a soul weapon. Wang Hao's suggestion was rejected by Jia Houwei. That was what he had said at that time.    

"When I went to find the old madman to ask for the Profound Artifact, I was completely looked down upon by him. He said that after I mastered the method of leaving the dust, I would no longer be interested in any Profound Artifact."    

At that time, Wang Hao did not understand. Now, he finally understood why Jia Houwei's master had made such an assertion.    

The dust shield that was originally floating in front of Jia Houwei was split into two when Yuen Fei's hammer hit it, turning into two smaller shields.    

These two smaller shields were floating in the air, and they were very flexible. Under Jia Houwei's control, they kept blocking Yuen Fei's attack.    

Yuen Fei's two heavy hammers used a lot of Yuan energy to swing them. When he faced enemies, the most common tactic he used was to launch a fierce attack like a gale in one go, directly crushing the enemy.    

However, when faced with Jia Houwei, Yuen Fei felt that his strength was useless. No matter how fast and fierce his attacks were, the two small white shields would always fly in front of him and accurately block his attacks.    

The seemingly small and thin shield was surprisingly hard. No matter how hard Yuen Fei used his Yuan energy, he could not break it.    

Yuen Fei swung thirty-three hammers in succession. Jia Houwei controlled the Dust Separating Shield to block thirty-three strikes. What made Yuen Fei vomit blood was that he was bouncing up and down in search of an opening in the Dust Separating Shield. However, Jia Houwei had never moved a single step from the beginning to the end.    

"Clang!"    

Yuen Fei smashed his last hammer as if he was venting his anger. After that, he jumped back and pulled away from Jia Houwei.    

"Phew! Phew!" Yuen Fei gasped for breath. His thirty-three strikes in a row had even knocked Qin Hui down. He had never thought that it would be useless against a fat man who had jumped out of nowhere.    

After calming his rapid breathing, Yuen Fei scolded angrily in his heart, "Since my attacks are useless, I'll just wait for you to attack. Anyway, if you don't hit me, you won't be able to win another round for the Dragon Leaping House!"    

Hee Kang had never thought that there would be another great general besides Zhao Muer in the Dragon Leaping House. Most importantly, Jia Houwei was a nobody today. No one knew about his background.    

"There's no problem with Yuen Fei's strategy. This fatty is good at defending, so he won't be able to attack. As long as Yuen Fei waits for his opponent's weakness while defending, this fatty will definitely lose!"    

Hee Kang had a confident look on his face, but Ding Chunqiu, who was standing beside him, shook his head slightly. He didn't think Yuen Fei would win.    

Yuen Fei's decision made Jia Houwei in a dilemma. He was defending Yuen Fei like a monkey. He was having fun, but Yuen Fei did not want to fight with him. He stared at the two dust shields in front of him, not knowing what to do next.    

The intense battle between the two made the spectating disciples unable to breathe. They were all tensed up and unconsciously clenched their fists.    

When Yuen Fei swung his thirty-three hammers in a row, but was easily blocked by Jia Houwei, the spectating disciples were ready to cheer for the two of them.    

However, just as they were about to say the word "good," they were swallowed back. There was no other reason. The two of them stopped fighting.    

Just like that, Jia Houwei and Yuen Fei stood opposite of each other in the arena for more than three minutes.    

One of the registered disciples couldn't help but ask a disciple from the Outer Sect beside him, "Senior brother, what are these two doing? Don't tell me there is a break in the duel?"    

The disciple of the Outer Sect who was asked by his junior brother had an awkward expression on his face. He really wanted to say that these two were resting in the middle of the duel, but who would believe his words? He could only bite the bullet and reply, "Junior brother, you don't understand this, do you? Senior brother Yuan and senior brother Jia are condensing a big move, preparing to kill the other party in one go!"    

The eyes of the nominal disciple immediately flashed with anticipation. He stared at the ring closely, not daring to blink, afraid of missing the most exciting scene.    

Sweat dripped down from Yuen Fei's forehead. His brows were tightly knitted, and his heart was beating rapidly. "Why hasn't this fatty attacked yet? Could it be that he's preparing some powerful martial technique?"    

Jia Houwei, on the other hand, had an embarrassed look on his face. He even scratched his head helplessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but in these four months. He had been crazily improving his realm. As for the martial skill that his master had given him... He had only learned two moves.    

Elder Chen was so angry that he glared at him on the elder's platform, "This unfilial disciple, your father has taught you everything that I have learned in my life. In the end, you learned the Dust Separating Shield? That thing can only defend, it can't even kill a fly. What a cowardly fatty!"    

Hearing Elder Chen's words, Elder Hee, who was standing at the side, had a helpless look on his face. The Dust Separation Technique was a secret technique that was never passed down in the Snow Sword Sect. It was almost the ultimate treasure of the Snow Sword Sect. For the past few hundred years, no one except Elder Chen had been able to cultivate it successfully. This showed the difficulty of cultivating the Dust Leaving Technique.    

"Elder Chen, don't complain. If you don't like this little fatty, why don't you just throw him to me as my disciple? What do you think?"    

Even though he knew that Elder Hee was teasing him, Elder Chen still widened his eyes.    

"Give my disciple to you? Don't even think about it! In order to find someone who can take over my mantle, I spent two hundred years. It was easy for me! "    

Elder Chen calmed down, but he still looked at Jia Houwei with disappointment.    

"It seems like I have been too lax in disciplining him. After this competition ends, I will capture him and bring him into seclusion. I will let him out once I have learned all the forms of the Dust Leaving Technique. Huh? "    

Elder Chen suddenly widened his eyes. He suddenly realized that Jia Houwei, who had been foolishly standing on the ground and did not know what to do, had suddenly made a strange move.    

Jia Houwei crossed his hands, and his two palms formed a "mouth" shape.    

The two shields turned back into dust, spinning to form a white ball, and then floated between Jia Houwei's hands.    

Yuen Fei's throat rolled. He suddenly regretted his decision to retreat.    

Elder Chen was so shocked that his hair and beard were trembling. Elder Hee asked in confusion, "Elder Chen, what happened to you?"    

Elder Chen raised one of his arms and pointed at Jia Houwei, who was on the stage, trembling. His voice was filled with excitement and joy.    

"Peel... Dust Removing Arts!"