Chapter 1485: Grass-Bag Genius

"Fine!" The cheap disciple masked his embarrassment slightly and said: "What you said makes sense, then let's set a rule: immortal talismans are not allowed!"

He Pingsheng waved his hand and said: "Setting rules is not urgent for now!"

The cheap disciple asked: "Why is it not urgent again, what do you want to do?"

He Pingsheng said: "I still don't know your name, tell me your name!"

"Otherwise, I'll just call you disciple directly in the future, how bad is that?"

"My name is Lin Xiaoran, tell me your name; later maybe you will still be my disciple?" Lin Xiaoran's face lifted slightly, looking at He Pingsheng with his nostrils.

He Pingsheng said: "My name is He Pingsheng, human race!"

"Very good!" Lin Xiaoran said: "I like human disciples. Now, can we talk about the rules of our fight?"

He Pingsheng said: "First, immortal talismans, immortal pills, immortal artifacts are not allowed; we can only use our own divine abilities to fight!"

"Second, when you can't beat, you can surrender. Once you surrender, the other party cannot make a move again."

"Just these two points, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"I have!" Lin Xiaoran said: "I also want to add one more point."

He Pingsheng said: "You say!"

Lin Xiaoran said: "Hehehe... third, if one party is beaten to death, you cannot regret it!"

He Pingsheng:............

Good fellow, this is no different from nonsense.

If I'm dead, how can I regret it?

This kid is really, his brain doesn't seem very smart!

"Fire..."

Just as the words fell, Lin Xiaoran took a deep breath, and the Dao law and immortal spirit energy in his body both spat out.

He shouted a word in his mouth, and immediately a huge fireball condensed in front of him.

This fireball was crimson red at the beginning, and finally turned golden.

Looking from afar, it was like a sun.

"Fall..."

The fireball, which was a hundred feet in size, instantly swept across the void and smashed toward He Pingsheng's head. 【1485

He Pingsheng could feel that this strike sealed both space and time; let alone a Taiyi Golden Immortal, even an ordinary Great Luo would find it impossible to dodge.

If He Pingsheng had utilized that Void Swift Movement divine ability, he could have dodged it, but he did not.

"Ice..."

He Pingsheng also mimicked Lin Xiaoran's movements, waving his hand, and countless water vapors condensed around his body.

The surging immortal spiritual energy within him transformed entirely into the water attribute at this moment, then erupted outward.

Whoosh...

A sound rang out.

Countless water vapors condensed into countless ice spikes, which together attacked the sun descending from the sky like a swimming dragon.

Divine Ability: One Hundred Thousand Heavenly Ice.

This divine ability previously belonged to Luo Bingyao, and later He Pingsheng helped her strengthen it into a top-tier Heavenly Tier, but this was truly the first time He Pingsheng had performed it since comprehending it.

The reason he used it now was because water overcomes fire.

One fire and one ice, the two divine abilities mutually dissolved each other.

The massive energy exploded in the void, causing the array set up by Daoist Huiming to shake incessantly.

But this move clearly did not decide the winner.

"How is it possible?" Lin Xiaoran was shocked and said: "I just used my full strength, and you were able to catch it? How is that possible? You are only a Taiyi Golden Immortal!"

"I understand!"

Fighting to this point, Lin Xiaoran suddenly slapped his head and said: "I understand, it's because water overcomes fire, because the attributes are mutually restrictive, that's why you were able to hold on, right?"

"Come again!"

"Heavenly Fire Whirlwind!"

Rumble...

As soon as Lin Xiaoran made a move, five red tornadoes suddenly condensed around his body.

These tornadoes were not large at the beginning, only a few zhang high, but in less than a breath's time, they transformed into a size that reached the heavens and the earth.

The five massive tornadoes, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, surrounded and tore toward He Pingsheng from five directions.

Extremely spectacular.

Roar... roar, roar...

Within the tornadoes, there were the roars of divine dragons.

There were even phantom images of divine dragons actually condensing, turning into streams of light and charging toward He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng naturally dared not be negligent.

Without an immortal treasure in hand, dealing with this Great Luo Golden Immortal of eighth-grade luck was truly somewhat tricky.

However, it didn't matter!

Although this Great Luo Golden Immortal's attack power far exceeded his peers, He Pingsheng was not made of mud either.

"Open..."

The Chaos Golden Scripture within He Pingsheng's body turned slightly, and his body instantly transformed to ten thousand zhang in size.

Just at this moment, the five surrounding tornadoes had arrived before his eyes.

Sealing the void, imprisoning time.

Unable to escape.

But it could not stop He Pingsheng from performing Void Swift Movement.

He Pingsheng used a Void Swift Movement to leave his original spot, which meant Lin Xiaoran's strike hit empty air, while He Pingsheng arrived directly in front of Lin Xiaoran, and a fist the size of a mountain smashed fiercely toward him.

This kind of competition was very unfair to He Pingsheng.

Because the opponent could fight freely, but he could not.

After all, he was Huiming's son; what if he killed him, how would he explain it?

So when He Pingsheng fought, he was often hesitant; for example, this punch he threw was just an ordinary punch carrying blood-energy, without unleashing the Heaven-Opening Punch divine ability.

He was afraid that if he unleashed the Heaven-Opening Punch, the opponent wouldn't be able to take it.

"Damn it, you actually ambushed me?"

Lin Xiaoran was suddenly in a state of chaos, not knowing how to defend for a moment, and was struck solidly by He Pingsheng's punch.

He Pingsheng was also impressed: don't you know how to just throw out a strike to respond?

Bang...

Lin Xiaoran's body flew out like a cannonball, crashing fiercely into the barrier Huiming had set up.

He Pingsheng did not wait for him to steady himself, using another Void Swift Movement to close in, and threw another punch.

This guy blocked in a panic, having completely lost his composure.

The subsequent fight truly opened He Pingsheng's eyes; he kept swinging his fists, chasing Lin Xiaoran and beating him up.

Lin Xiaoran, a dignified Great Luo Golden Immortal, completely lost the power to resist after losing his composure, and could only use his arms to block his head and face, while cursing incessantly.

In a few breaths' time, He Pingsheng had already beaten him into a pig's head.

He had never imagined that a Great Luo Golden Immortal could be so pathetic!

Alright... until this moment, He Pingsheng suddenly understood Huiming's thoughts a little.

Keeping a son like this by one's side, even for a hundred million years, wouldn't result in him becoming a talent.

"Fine, fine, fine... still not surrendering, right? I can use more strength!"

"Rebellious disciple, do you believe I'll punch your third leg until it explodes?"

He Pingsheng chased and beat him while telling him to surrender: could it be that this blockhead disciple forgot that he could surrender?

"Surrender, I surrender... I surrender... stop hitting me..."

Sure enough, he forgot!

The farce ended, and the two walked out of the barrier.

"Do you have any other objections?" Huiming looked at his son, both angry and heartbroken, especially after seeing the bumps on his son's head caused by He Pingsheng.

Although he knew these didn't even count as superficial wounds, the heartache was real.