Swordsman who started from one person

"Forget it, that's it, but you guys reminded me, I'm going to watch Jia Zhengliang's game, are you going?"

Zhang Muzhi became interested when he suddenly remembered the imperial object technique of Jiajia Village in the west.

"Okay, if Brother Muzhi wants to see it, let's go." Lu Linglong was naturally very happy when she heard this, so she could stay with Zhang Muzhi for a while longer.

A group of people came to the arena where Jia Zhengliang was located, and they were really dark horses. There were few people watching around, and there were no important people watching.

It's been a long time in the arena, and Jia Zhengliang is still calling behind the three buddies, and what's more, the three players don't care about him.

The other three players were fighting back and forth, and Jia Zhengliang on the other side was talking on the phone in his native dialect.

After playing for a long time, the three-section cudgel player finally noticed Jia Zhengliang who was paddling and making a phone call.

"Hey, do you want to fight?" He stopped his hands and asked Jia Zhengliang.

"Hey, md looks down on people." Seeing that Jia Zhengliang didn't answer himself, Brother Sanjiegun immediately became angry.

Carrying the three-section stick, he walked towards Jia Zhengliang, but Jia Zhengliang still didn't look back. He took the phone in one hand and reached into his trouser pocket with the other, took out a throwing knife, and threw it into the air without even looking at it.

Although he didn't look or aim, the throwing knife seemed to have eyes, and he flew towards Brother Sanjiegun, and Brother Sanjiegun hurriedly knocked it into the air.

But the flying knife was not easily handled by him. The flying knife turned around in the air and attacked Brother Sanjiegun's leg.

Fortunately, my three-section stick brother is astute, and there is a clever turning back stick technique to block it again.

The flying knife that was blocked this time did not distance itself, but stuck close to Brother Sanjiegun, attacking him non-stop, forcing him to give up the idea of ​​attacking and forced to defend.

The two brothers who were fighting fiercely on the other side also saw this scene. Knowing that they were invincible, they chose to join forces temporarily to deal with Jia Zhengliang first, and then joined Brother Sanjiegun's battle group to help him resist the throwing knives.

A flying knife is naturally difficult to block the three people, and the three seized the opportunity to attack Jia Zhengliang. Seeing this scene, Jia Zhengliang reached into his back, took out two flying knives and threw them out again.

Now it's all right, there are three flying knives hanging above the heads of the three of them, they can barely resist, but Jia Zhengliang doesn't seem to want to give them a chance to breathe.

While walking around the arena, he threw six throwing knives twice, which caused the three people who were already struggling to get hangs all over their bodies, and finally each of them had three flying knives hanging on their heads.

"Jia Zhengliang wins." Seeing this situation, the referee already knew that the outcome was decided.

Jia Zhengliang also retracted his throwing knife and walked out of the field.

"Wow, this Jia Zhengliang is so powerful. The masters I know can only control 6 handles at the same time, but he can control 9 handles at the same time."

Seeing that Jia Zhengliang took back all the flying knives, Canglong sighed.

"Yeah, what do you think, Brother Muzhi?" Lu Linglong also felt that this Jia Zhengliang was not easy.

"He is indeed very powerful, but his limit is not 9 but 12."

"I can probably figure it out. Their Imperial Object Art is not as powerful as it is said to be. They just use their own qi to cultivate a specific object, and after it is formed, they can use their own qi to control its movement. "

Originally, Zhang Muzhi was a little curious about their so-called imperial art, but now it seems that it is not as magical as it is said.

The hidden dragon next to him just curled his lips. In his opinion, Zhang Muzhi was nothing more than pretending to be sexual in front of Lu Linglong, and then made up random nonsense.

Jia Zhengliang's match was already the last, and everyone gathered in the open space outside the venue.

Where the old heavenly master stood on the stage, it seemed that he had something to announce.

"Please gather the winners."

"Haha."

Looking at these young people in the audience, the old Tianshi also let out a hearty laugh.

"Everyone has worked hard, so the first round of competition is over, and there are a total of 40 winners. The next competition will be conducted in a one-on-one format."

"The names on the slips you draw from the lottery box are your opponents."

The old Tianshi stood on the stage and explained the way of the next game. There was a red box beside him, which should be the lottery box.

"The draw for advanced players begins."

Zhang Muzhi went to the stage to get the last one left after everyone had finished taking it.

Opening the note, Yuanjialu was narrow, and unexpectedly got Deng Youcai who had been taught a lesson earlier.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who it is, as long as Zhang Chulan can enter the finals normally, other things have nothing to do with me.

The sky has also darkened, and the Tianshi Mansion here also sent Zhang Lingyu to arrange the accommodation of these contestants at night.

Zhang Muzhi naturally wouldn't deal with such complicated matters, but Zhang Lingyu was good at handling these matters.

"Yexing, Jiyun, you two take them to the arranged room to rest."

Zhang Lingyu had already made arrangements for the room, so he ordered the two Taoist priests who accompanied him down the mountain last time to take people to rest directly.

"Little uncle, today's competition is still so sharp."

Although Zhang Muzhi has no prejudice against him, Zhang Chulan always feels that there is something between him and Zhang Muzhi, so he still wants to have a good relationship with Zhang Lingyu.

"Don't be shameless, who is your little uncle." Zhang Lingyu didn't give him any good looks.

"Poor Dao Ye Xing."

"Poverty is extremely cloudy, little brother Zhang Chulan, don't be depressed, let's go and take you to rest."

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the two Taoist priests introduced themselves to Zhang Chulan.

"Ah, I don't want to, I want to sleep with Brother Muzhi at night."

Lu Linglong beside Zhang Muzhi immediately hugged Zhang Muzhi's arm, pretending to be pitiful.

Even if she pretended to be innocent, she couldn't win Zhang Muzhi's sympathy, and only Zhang Muzhi shook his head firmly in answer to Lu Linglong.

"Okay." Lu Linglong also knew that it was impossible, but she still wanted to try to fight for it, but she pouted very unhappy when she didn't succeed.

Everyone followed Ye Xing and Ji Yun, and found the residence assigned to them, except Lu Linglong who followed Zhang Muzhi all the time.

"Forget about losing to you, you can sleep with me at night, I will go to practice at night."

Regarding this girl, Zhang Muzhi had nothing to do with it, there was nothing he could do about her.

"Ah, practice at night, okay, then I'll sleep in your room at night."

Lu Linglong didn't even show any politeness, she agreed directly.

At night, Zhang Muzhi greeted the old man, and then he went to the place where he often practiced in Houshan alone. Today, the Jia family's imperial object art still gave him some inspiration.

While meditating cross-legged, he took out his saber at the same time, and kept nurturing with his spiritual power.