Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 49 Kunpi Drum

  "The winner, Zhao Tiehe, the city of three mountains!"

  The referee's announcement finally landed, and almost at the same time, the figure of Zhao Tiehe struggling to fist fell to the ground.

  In fact, his injury was much heavier than Lin Zhengli, and his physical strength had already reached its limit. In the end, he swung his fist entirely based on willpower.

  At this moment, he slumped down and lay on his back.

Lin Zhengli next to    was almost smashed into the pit with his fist and was already in a coma.

   Crushed stones, broken vines, big pits, splashes, blood...

  And the applause outside the court rang out at this time.

   was only sparse at first, because neither of the warring parties were their natives, but it quickly exploded.

  This battle was too exciting, and it also made everyone realize the tenacity of the monks in Sanshan City.

  I admire Zhao Tiehe, and then change the city behind him. Perhaps this is what they most want to prove by fighting each other to death.

  They were born in a barren land, in a mountainous area full of fierce beasts, but they are not barbarians. They have their own love and hatred, their own pursuits, and their own...honor.

   "It's not easy." Ling He's hands flushed with applause. He may be the only one among all the people who has never called the monk of Sanshan City as a mountain barbarian.

  Because he understands the feeling of being despised, he never despises others.

  Zhao Rucheng only pays attention to another question: "If these two fight like this, the third brother will win without a fight!"

Huang Azhan next to him has already calculated: "If you win a ten-point Taoist honor, you can win these two games without having to fight. The three-city talks on the Taoist one-year leader, double the award for the Taoist honor. Adding up...50 points. Kaimaidan! Must treat!"

  If it weren’t for Jiang An’an’s presence, I’m afraid the Sanfenxiangqilou had already said it.

   "What is Daoxun? Is it valuable?" Jiang Anan asked curiously.

   "Yes." Zhao Rucheng already knew the story of Jiang Anan making money and "paying off his debts" and teased her: "A little Taoist honor is more than the box of treasure you earned!"

  Jiang An’an held his finger and calculated for a while, then opened his hand wide and drew a big circle, “It’s so much!”

  ……

After the first round of the    round, there is only a short recovery time. It's not fair to Zhao Tiehe, who has just gone through a hard fight, but the rules are like this.

  After the referee asked repeatedly, Zhao Tiehe still stood swayingly, and he still had to fight.

   Jiang Wang stood opposite him, pressing the sword with his hand, his eyes condensed.

   "Come down." Sun Xiaoman said.

  She looks like a little girl, and her voice is also like a little girl, but Zhao Tiehe cannot ignore what she says.

  He turned his head and looked at Sun Xiaoman and said, "I still have a life to fight."

  His attitude is not fierce, but rather calm, because he is describing the facts.

  Jiang Wang is by no means a weak one. He defeated Yang Xingyong head-on, and he was full at this time.

  At this moment, he really has nothing to fight, except life.

"Your life is very important, Sanshan City needs you very much." Sun Xiaoman said seriously: "You were allowed to work hard before because you still have a chance. Now it is not allowed because the opportunity is gone. You have accumulated a lot of money. Resources, your life cannot be wasted."

  I don’t know which sentence convinced him. Zhao Tiehe turned around and staggered down the ground.

  I don't know if it was an illusion. The moment he turned around, Jiang Wang seemed to see a flash of tears in his eyes.

  A man like this can cry?

  Jiang Wang couldn't understand how these three mountain city monks were almost paranoid about the outcome.

  He has tried his best, why is he sad that he can't fight to the death?

   With this question, Jiang Wang ushered in the third round of the round. At this time, Lin Zhengli had not even been able to wake up, and Lin Zhengren once again gave up on his behalf.

  Jiang Wang thus became the one-year leader of the Three Cities Theory, because the opponent's relationship with both losers seemed not very convincing, but...

  "Follow him! Daoxun is real when he gets it." Zhao Rucheng said.

  At this time, Jiang Wang had retreated to the sidelines and became spectators with Ling He and others.

  For the repairmen who honour them, the people of Fenglin City are still very tolerant, and they are surprised to make room for Jiang Wang, who is off to rest.

   Jiang An'an and the arrogant little girl were sitting next to each other at the front, while Jiang Wang and others were sitting in the back chatting.

  The only thing that surprised Jiang Wang was that the cloud blanket sitting on the ground was not from Zhao Rucheng's handwriting, but from the old man who came over to protect the little girl Qingzhi.

  This cloud blanket is extremely light in weight and extremely soft in texture. It is a favorite that other people can't enjoy. But Qingzhi's family took out such a large piece of the floor.

  Jiang Wang can only sigh that the world of the rich is really one mountain and one mountain high.

  I think he was born since he was a child, and he has a floor and a shop at home, so he can eat and drink well. Ever since I met Zhao Rucheng, I have often felt like a beggar.

  The humpbacked old man looked at Jiang Wang for a few moments, and suddenly said, “I didn’t expect you to send back that box of treasures. Xiaoyou Jiang taught me very well.”

  The old man’s voice is very kind, but with his wretched face it is very unconvincing.

  Jiang Wang is not a person who judges people by appearance after all, and he did not neglect in replying: "It should be. It was originally a joke among children, how can you take it seriously?"

  "Zi said: unrighteous, rich and noble, to me like a cloud. Jiang Xiaoyou's words are quite Confucian."

   Discussing the Confucian spirit with a Taoist disciple in Zhuang Guo, the hunched old man probably fell out of his book bag and his brain broke.

   Jiang Wang casually hit haha, and said: "The game has started."

  ……

  Three Cities Theory has one-year, three-year, and five-year grading, but the competition rules are generally the same.

  Li Jianqiu and Wang Changxiang played at the same time, and the three games were played at the same time.

  Jiang Wang concentrates on the whole situation.

  Li Jianqiu’s opponent is from Sanshan City. This duel is still very exciting. The two sides demonstrated extremely sophisticated manipulation of Taoism. You come and I fight for a long time. In the end, Li Jianqiu defeated the opponent with the Taoism of Fire.

  Wang Changxiang's battle against the Brother Wangjiangcheng is relatively simple. After the battle began, he first summoned the mist with Taoism to obscure the opponent's vision. Then calmly pinch the tactics, and take the opponent to the sky with a blow tornado.

  A-class Dao skills like the Breathing Tornado, there is almost no solution in this level of battle. Jiang Wang remembered that when he was in Xiaolin Town, a tornado could **** Wang Changxiang dry, and he wondered if he had given up the next battle.

  But after the battle, Wang Changxiang immediately took out a Dao Yuanshi and began to absorb...

  It can be seen that the Wang family has lost money this time, and is about to win the top position of the third year.

  But what the people of Fenglin City pay the most attention to is the match of the mysterious man in black in Sanshan City.

  When the black robe was untied, revealing a very happy little fat man, the people of Fenglin City onlookers all let out a sigh of regret.

  In their imagination, inside the black robe should be a big devil with scars on his face. No matter how bad it is, he can look a little bit fierce. It shouldn't be a soft fat guy who looks good to bully.

  But what did not disappoint them to the end is that this little fat guy is very strong!

  The duel began. I don't know if it was because of the successive defeats of the previous teammates. The three-year monks from Wangjiang City were fully capable.

   started with five water cones, and insidiously ambushed the wind blade between the water cones.

   Then there is the ground thorn, and the final preparation is the angry waves.

  Feng, water, soil and three-way art are mixed, and a series of connections are dazzling.

  And the Sanshancheng little fat man made only one move from beginning to end-Chong.

  He rushed forward headlessly, almost rushing forward with the overwhelming Taoism.

   charged in front of the opponent.

   Then raise his fist and bang down.

  The battle is over.

  The clothes on Little Fatty's body were torn and there were torn holes everywhere, but the exposed fat was still white and red.

  And the opponent has fallen.

  Stunned a circle of people.

   "His physical defense is too strong!" Ling He exclaimed.

   "Is it a pure taker?"

   "No, the last punch was a stone-covered fist. He used Taoism."

   "There is no such performance as stone skin technique, why can the defense be so strong?"

  After all, these people are young and not well-informed, and they have not had a clue after a long discussion.

   "It's Kunpi drum, a permanently solidified Taoist technique." Suddenly, the hunchbacked old man next to him said quietly.

  But he refused to say any more about the specific information about this Taoism.

  　Thank you book friend Luyu Shiguang for your reward! In addition, the little fat guy wants a recommendation ticket for rampage! Bump if you don't give it!

  (End of this chapter)