"Since we have reached the top of the mountain and there are still three of us, then naturally we will have another competition. The strongest one will get the secret book." Zhao Hu said with a light cough.
Thus, at the Spear Saint training ground on the top of the mountain, Wuchang and Wu Rulong stood opposite each other, confronting each other from a distance.
As for the young man with the ponytail, he stood behind the crowd and waited quietly without saying a word.
"Rulong, it's up to you." Wu Qiankun's eyes narrowed.
In an instant, Wu Rulong moved.
He turned his body, twisted his hips, and transferred the force to the gun in his hand, pushing it forward.
The tip of the spear in his hand flashed like a cold star, making a sharp sound of wind, and the spear shot out like a dragon.
The blazing energy spread along with the spear, the air exploded, and the energy condensed into a dragon-shaped shadow.
He attacked decisively and ruthlessly, aiming directly at Wuchang's throat.
Before the guns arrived, the huge noise had already alarmed the elders of the Zhao family who were watching the battle.
Wu Rulong was recognized by the Martial Saint as having the best spearmanship aptitude, and was therefore ranked among the seventy-two sages.
The clan leader Zhao Hu stroked his short beard and exclaimed:
"Although he is still young, this shot is already very powerful."
"As soon as the shot was fired, all the strength in his body was gathered into one force, which was already beyond the full strength of a normal attack. Is this a super-limit martial arts skill that he has mastered at such a young age?"
But his stab only hit a shadow, causing the air to explode and dust to fly.
The impermanence before my eyes had disappeared without a trace at some point.
Wu Rulong stood there with a gun in his hand, looking a little dazed.
But the next moment, a hand jumped out from the shadow under his feet, grabbed his ankle and pulled hard.
With a bang, Wu Rulong fell forward to his knees, leaving a shallow pit on the training ground. He was covered in dust and his fierce temperament was gone.
"This is called a martial arts competition---" He opened his eyes wide, and was about to say something, but was pulled by a huge force again. His whole body was pulled to the ground with his limbs flat on the ground, and his head hit the ground. He was completely unable to stand up, and the spear in his hand had already slipped out of his hand.
The next moment, Wuchang emerged from the shadows, picked up Wu Rulong's spear with one hand, bent the spear with both hands, and tied one hand of Wu Rulong, who was lying on the ground, behind his back.
"Well... is this the end?" Zhao Hu and the rest of the Zhao family members looked at each other.
Although Wuchang's method of hiding in the shadows is obviously not martial arts, it should be the ability of some monster...
But there was obviously a big gap in strength between the two. The little girl only used a little trick to make Wu Rulong unable to fight back.
Victory is victory, defeat is defeat.
"There is still one battle left, and we can only count on that young man with a ponytail." Zhao Hu had already seen through Wuchang's identity as a demon. He frowned secretly and was reluctant to hand over the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" gun.
Although all three passed the assessment, Wu Rulong was clearly the better candidate to inherit the spearmanship.
There are also half-demons among the disciples of the Spear Saint. Zhao Hu has no racial distinction in his mind. He just wants to find a pure-blooded human descendant who can cultivate inner strength...
"Hmm? Where is the young man with ponytail who was very good at martial arts?" Zhao Hu glanced around but did not find the man in the crowd.
At this moment, Wu Qiankun beside him sighed softly.
"Wu Rulong, you are still weak after all."
Wu Rulong, who was pinned to the ground, opened his mouth and wanted to argue, but was speechless.
The rules of the Wu Ji Association are that the strong are respected, and the winners are the kings and the losers are the bandits. It doesn't matter what the means are, only the results matter.
Wu Qiankun stood up and walked towards Zhao Hu step by step, his expression gradually becoming colder.
He originally wanted to follow the rules and give the descendants of the Gun Saint some respect.
But now that Wu Rulong has fallen, he naturally will not sit idly by and watch "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" slip away.
"I wanted to give the former Spear Master some respect, but now it seems that I was naive and shouldn't have wasted my efforts."
He twisted his neck, and his joints made a sound like frying beans. His body swelled up, and even his facial features changed slightly.
"I'm tired of watching these assessment games for the weak."
Wu Qiankun's three-meter-tall body stood in front of Zhao Hu, and the shadow cast by his body alone covered Zhao Hu's entire body.
He lowered his eyelids and looked down at the old man in front of him:
"Now, it's the turn of the strong."
Chapter 288: The End is the Loneliest (4k
When Wu Qiankun took three or two steps to Zhao Hu, his flesh and blood began to wriggle and his facial features changed.
His true appearance was thus revealed to everyone.
"It's Wu Qiankun!"
"Second on the God List, Little Martial Saint Wu Qiankun, the leader of the Wu Ji Society!"
The faces of all the martial arts heroes watching the fight changed drastically.
A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.
The Wu Ji Association was built on the bloody corpses of an entire generation of martial artists.
Although Wu Qiankun's name is not as famous as that of the Martial Saint, he is also notorious in the martial arts world.
People in the martial arts world say that Wu Ji Hui is even more terrifying than the extraordinary people.
After all, although the aliens are more powerful, they have never looked down on warriors and have an inherent contempt for mortal warriors. As long as you stay away from them, you may not lose your life.
But it is not the case with Wu Ji Hui.
Whether it is Wu Shengren or Wu Qiankun, both rose to power because of "Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue" and relied on human warriors for nourishment. Over the years, they have hunted down many high-quality warriors.
The crowd was in uproar at this point.
Several people have already used their lightness skills, preparing to escape as soon as possible.
On one side is the descendant of the Spear Saint, and on the other side is Wu Qiankun. These two sides are fighting, and they are not willing to get involved in this muddy water.
And among the crowd, there were also people who remained calm.
"Wu Qiankun? Could it be that he has other purposes to sneak into Xishan Village, where the descendants of the Spear Saint are entrenched?" The black-haired young man, Long Shankong, stood in the crowd, thinking.
At this time, he had already untied the ponytail that was tied behind his head, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders. He put a human skin mask in his arms.
Long Shankong was one of the three people who climbed to the top of Xishan Mountain the fastest.
However, he took advantage of the battle between Wuchang and Wu Rulong to quietly blend into the crowd, disguise himself simply, and changed his face to look like Wu Qiankun.
Long Shankong is no ordinary warrior. He is the grandson of the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon, who was once one of the top three warriors in the world.
Forty years ago in the martial arts world, the second best person in the world was the Spear Saint, and the third was the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon.
Apart from the Exiled Immortal Sword who was invincible with one sword, the second-ranked Spear Saint and the third-ranked Eight-Armed Sky Dragon were actually not much different in strength.
If we talk about the Gun Saint, he was the leader of the gun arts in the past.
Then the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon was the best in boxing and kicking skills in the martial arts world in the past.
The fastest punch, the fastest kick, known as the fastest in the world, no one can match it.
The "Eight-Armed Sky Dragon Fist" and the "Eight Steps of the Sky Dragon" are both top-notch mysterious skills in the world.
Decades ago, these two top martial arts masters had fought each other many times, and the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon was inferior.
The Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon is a rebellious character and naturally refuses to be inferior to others.
He was convinced by the Sword Exiled Immortal, but he was not convinced by the Spear Saint who was only slightly stronger than him, and this is how the grudge between them arose.
And Long Shankong didn't come here today just for the movie "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
After all, he was also practicing top-notch boxing, so why should he change to learn the martial arts of his grandfather's lifelong enemy, the Spear Master
"I always feel like there's something else going on in this Xishan Village... There are monsters all around the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and there are no top-notch experts in the village. How can they keep the situation under control? Is it just relying on the remaining power of the Spear Saint, or the thick fog that lingers all day?"
Long Shankong stood in the crowd and watched coldly.
His martial arts skills were extremely advanced and he was not as panicked as the others.
Although he had not reached the super level and felt that he was no match for Wu Qiankun, he should have no problem escaping with his Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon.
At this moment.
But then there were several sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and several martial artists who had just performed light skills to escape fell to the ground.
Wu Qiankun loosened the handful of sand in his hand and let the yellow sand fall down like silk threads.
A wisp of yellow sand, falling into Wu Qiankun's hand, becomes a powerful hidden weapon that kills people without being seen.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The strong are respected." He said calmly:
"Since this is the turn of the strong, the weak should stop making trouble for themselves and give up the delusion of escaping."
The strengths of these martial artists who came here because of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" vary.
With Wu Qiankun's current vision, he naturally looks down on these martial arts heroes.
But the advantage is that there are enough of them. There are more than a hundred of them in total, which is enough as food.
Even if he doesn't need it, he can give it to other subordinates in Wu Ji Hui.
After all, although they have surrounded and killed many immortal cultivators in recent months, many warriors have also died at the hands of immortal cultivators.
Even a good cook cannot cook without rice. Even with the "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill", the Wu Ji Association still needs to constantly recruit new members to continue fighting against the Immortal Sect.
This move of holding sand and killing people immediately frightened all the heroes present, and no one dared to move rashly.
Zhao Hu, who was standing in front of Wu Qiankun, also raised his head:
"Are you Wu Qiankun?" The expression on his face relaxed slightly, but there was no fear, only a bit of woodenness.
"Are you trying to seize the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear?" Zhao Hu shook his head.
"Why resort to violence for such a trivial matter?"
"We are here today to teach the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear to outsiders, but you are so perverse..."
"Forget it, if you want to get the secret book, just follow me."
Qiao Mu didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
Qiao Mu had fought with Wu Qiankun before, so he knew a good idea of his strength.
Zhao Hu also seemed to have something to rely on and was not panicking.
So he just stood by and watched, reading the Gun Saint's notes with great interest.
Zhao Hu walked to a corner of the martial arts training ground, in front of the stone sculpture of Jingwei filling the sea.
This stone carving is indeed quite good, especially the Jingwei bird in the center of the picture with a branch or stone in its mouth, which is particularly finely carved and lifelike.
"What do you mean?" Wu Qiankun frowned.
"The ultimate move of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear is Jingwei Filling the Sea."
"Don't you want to see the 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' Spear' left behind by the Spear Saint?"
Zhao Hu took a step forward, secretly exerted his internal strength, and slapped the stone carving hard.
But there was a loud bang, and the stone carving broke into pieces.
The lifelike Jingwei bird in the picture flapped its wings at this moment, as if it flew out of the painting and pounced in front of Wu Qiankun.
There was a hissing sound.
The stone Jingwei bird has transformed into the figure of a woman standing with a gun.
This is a slender woman in blue, with sharp and determined eyes, and her long hair tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head. She has a kind of heroic spirit that is rare in women.
"Number one on the power list, Demon Spear Qingli?"
Wu Qiankun raised his eyebrows and stood still.
On his face, a claw wound was wriggling to stop bleeding on its own.
Wu Qiankun stretched out his finger, gently touched the wound on his face, dipped some blood and put it on the tip of his tongue.
"Blood... This is the first time I've felt the pain of being hurt since I came to this Southwest State."
"So that's how it is. This is what your Zhao family relies on... Interesting." Wu Qiankun's lips curled up slightly: