"The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow!"
Lan Jian exclaimed, her pretty face suddenly changed slightly.
"Brother Lei Feng, be careful!"
The grandson Yue'er looked worried.
Although Deng Jiuling's voice has changed.
The eldest grandson Yue'er didn't hear the clue.
But this voice still made Lan Jian and the grandson Yue'er feel a kind of intimacy.
The memory of the Battle of Shushan, although there is no longer.
But those disciples who succeeded in breaking through the barrier understood this matter, and I was afraid it had something to do with Lei Feng.
So they are naturally very grateful to Lei Feng and fear that something will happen to him.
"Ruda, what kind of trick is this?" Xiao Yan was a little puzzled.
"This is the dragon's internal power of Jianglongtang, combined with the external power of the sword, a powerful assassin."
Luda looked worried, and said solemnly: "Once this move is issued, the internal strength of the martial artist will be emptied in an instant."
"After one move, the warrior will lose the power to fight again."
"With the black man's martial arts, he can cover the entire arena within one sword, and instantly kill all martial arts masters in three steps!"
hiss!
The voice fell, and everyone's color changed.
"Okay! Kill well!" Elder Jiang Long laughed loudly, smiling very proudly.
Under everyone's eyes, the black man with swords merged into one, and the whole person was like a whirlpool, instantly slashing towards Deng Jiuling.
however!
Just when the black-clothed young man rose into the sky, he was about to slash towards Deng Jiuling.
Suddenly, the sky was spinning around, and he felt innocent all over his body, and disappeared in an instant.
"This... what's the situation?"
The black boy's pupils shrank, and he was shocked.
"This young master's trick is based on the record of the master's experience. Why did it go wrong?"
Boom!
The next moment, the black man fell on the ring with his buttocks up to the sky and head to the ground.
Snapped!
At the next moment, Deng Jiuling stepped forward and stepped heavily on the black man's face.
"This battle, Comrade Lei Feng, win!"
At the same time, Elder Xia's thunderous voice resounded through the sky.
"how so?"
"The black man, actually lost?"
Rumble!
a bolt from the blue!
All the disciples were stunned, and all fell into petrification.
The elders were dumbfounded and dumbfounded.
"how so?"
why!
Roar!
The boy in black was suffocated, tears in his eyes.
In the battle of Shushan, the black man was beaten in the face by Deng Jiuling.
One month later, the black man was beaten in the face again in the battle of the Inner Sect Yanwu.
What a shame!
The black man looked sad and indignant, wishing to tear Deng Jiuling with his hands.
However, at this moment, the young man in black could only be aggrieved and was stepped on by Deng Jiuling.
"God has the virtue of a good life. I think you and I are both brothers in the same discipline. I won't kill you in this round."
Deng Jiuling said indifferently: "My brother in black, I hope you remember, don't pretend to be forceful in the future, so as not to be struck by thunder."
puff!
When the voice fell, the black-clothed boy's throat was sweet, and he spouted a mouthful of old blood, spraying it on the ring.
Deng Jiuling fainted with anger in the eyes of everyone.
"Pretending to be forced, pretending to be struck by lightning?"
Elder Jianglong's face was green and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
It's a pity that in this hall of performances, Elder Jianglong, apart from being angry, is not easy to take action.
In the end, the black man was carried away on a stretcher.
According to the rules of the competition, Deng Jiuling could only challenge twice in a row before he had to step out of the ring.
"Next, Zhang..."
Elder Xia's old voice resounded through the sky again.
In the following martial arts performances, one by one disciples took to the stage one by one to show off their martial arts.
Although among them, there are some wonderful performances.
But in these martial arts, there are no disciples anymore, killing each other pk.
Deng Jiuling stood quietly in the corner, standing with his hands behind, closing his eyes and vomiting, ignoring anyone.
This scene made some pretty senior sisters who wanted to strike up a conversation with Deng Jiuling, but they had no choice but to go away.
"Ruda, why did Senior Brother Lei Feng just win without a fight?"
The little fat man knocked the melon seeds and looked at Deng Jiuling from time to time, with doubts in his eyes.
"I heard that Young Master in Black seems to have been in retreat in the Neimen Library for the past month."
Scratching the back of his head, Luda was puzzled: "Is it the black man, who is stupid in reading?"
puff!
When the voice fell, Lan Jian, who was standing by, suddenly twitched his face.
"Senior Sister Lan, did you also find out?" The eldest grandson Yue'er, who was standing by, said with a smile.
"Yeah." Lan Jian nodded: "But I can't be sure."
"The problem with the brother in black should be that when he draws his sword to gather qi, the zhen qi in the meridians is revolving and suddenly becomes disordered."
The eldest grandson Yue'er was puzzled: "It stands to reason that he is a disciple of the Venerable. He shouldn't have made this kind of mistake. Why?"
"This point, I'm afraid it is only the black man, who understands this." Lan Jian said uncertainly.
nonsense!
The master in black read the experience of martial arts training, but Deng Jiuling reversed the order.
Deng Jiuling was also very surprised that the black-clothed prince's experience of the chaotic Venerable can actually increase martial arts a lot.
but!
The chaos of the exercises is destined for the black-clothed son, and once the big move is activated, it will become a tragedy.
As for the young man in white, the books Deng Jiuling found for him were enough to pile up into a hill.
With so many books, the white-clothed boy wouldn't say a month, even if it's a year, it wouldn't be finished.
This is the truth about Deng Jiuling's ability to win consecutive battles!
This dumb loss, the Western Regions Shuangjiao was also destined to only smash the teeth and swallow the stomach, unable to explain publicly.
Time goes by like water.
"Next, Zhao Haoran."
Elder Xia's old voice instantly resounded across the sky.
The voice fell, and Zhao Haoran, dressed in white and personable, came with a giant sword on his back, walking along with tigers.
Among the three great arrogances, the only one who has not been rectified by Deng Jiuling is Zhao Haoran.
It's not Deng Jiuling, and I don't want to rectify Zhao Haoran.
It was Zhao Haoran, who was born in poverty.
He has been there since he was a child, struggling to survive in the cracks, and is very sensitive to the outside world.
Deng Jiuling can fool others, but not Zhao Haoran.
Zhao Haoran was not affected during his retreat on the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
During the one-month reading career, Mr. Jiang came from time to time and gave Zhao Haoran continuous guidance.
Zhao Haoran was originally the first arrogant of the outer sect, and this time he has made the most progress.
tread!
As Zhao Haoran moved forward, even some old students from the inner sect felt immense pressure.
"Brother Zhao's righteous qi song seems to have been cultivated to the realm of great success."
"It's really amazing. The righteous qi song is practiced both inside and outside. The difficulty of cultivation is several times more difficult than other classics."
"I heard that at the highest level of the sect, Brother Zhao was appointed first. He really deserves his name."
In the awe of the disciples' eyes, Zhao Haoran stepped onto the performance hall.
"Today I don't perform martial arts or challenge people, but I accept challenges from anyone."
Standing with his hands behind, Zhao Haoran's eyes were cold, and his voice was full of gaze:
"Today, if no one can beat me, then I will be number one in martial arts!"
The voice is not loud, but it contains monstrous confidence and contempt for all majesty.
After hearing this, the disciples were silent.
Zhao Haoran, too strong!
When Zhao Haoran was walking just now, his whole body was full of righteousness, which brought a huge deterrent.
Even the elders at the guest table were shocked.
"Brother Jiang, it's a worthwhile life for you to have such a proud disciple."
"Zhao Haoran was born late. He has sharpened his sword in twenty years, and his future is limitless!"
The elders all gave their thumbs up and looked at Elder Jiang enviously.
"Haoran's cultivation is superficial, it's hard to say whether he can be the first, you fellow Taoists praised him.
Caressing the white beard, Old Jiang grinned, his smiling mouth couldn't close.
Cool!
Although in the battle of Shushan, Zhao Haoran suffered a life humiliation and scored zero points.
But this time the inner martial arts, as long as you can get the first place, it's worth it.
What no one knows is that at this moment Zhao Haoran looks majestic and domineering.
But in fact, Zhao Haoran's hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly.
Zhao Haoran, he is scared!
Over the past month, Zhao Haoran has read a lot of classics and has gained tremendous gains.
However, Zhao Haoran is too diligent because of the so-called "happy extreme sorrow".
As a result, he was exhausted and his mental strength was severely damaged.
Originally, this kind of thing could be regarded as a trivial matter.
As long as a period of self-cultivation, Zhao Haoran will be able to recover.
But at least when he talks about martial arts today, it is difficult for Zhao Haoran to fight against others.
But Zhao Haoran is very smart, he uses his remaining power.
Showing extremely tyrannical strength, the disciples trembled with fear.
Zhao Haoran has been famous for a long time, and he has always been admired by others.
Even the last time, the battle of the mountain of books failed.
All the disciples knew very well that Zhao Haoran had not suffered any harm.
But everyone knows that Zhao Haoran's Battle of the Mountain of Books is not a disaster. It is really bad luck.
Zhao Haoran was very clear about the psychological activities of the disciples.
It was exactly the same, Zhao Haoran played a psychological war for everyone.
But even so, in Zhao Haoran's heart, there was still a little nervousness.
after all!
As long as one person jumps out, the glorious image that Zhao Haoran has accumulated for many years will be completely destroyed.
Fortunately!
Where Zhao Haoran's gaze was, all the disciples bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at Zhao Haoran's sharp edge.
In the end, Zhao Haoran's gaze fell on Deng Jiuling.
Eyes facing each other, calcium carbide sparks.
"Comrade Lei Feng, you won the first prize in Shushan, but today you also defeated the double pride of the Western Regions."
Raising her middle finger, Zhao Haoran laughed and said, "I wonder if you are interested in this year's championship?"
Although Zhao Haoran was scared to death in his heart.
But he knows that the more this moment, the more domineering and strong he has to show.
In the battle of Shushan, Lei Feng was only lucky, nothing more.
Zhao Haoran didn't believe that Lei Feng still dared to disobey his majesty when he returned home strongly this time.
however!
After hearing this, Deng Jiuling laughed, disdainfully.
"I am naturally interested in this martial arts champion."
Deng Jiuling moved forward with the armrest and walked all the way to the ring.
"Brother Zhao, love." Deng Jiuling said lightly, holding a long sword in his hand.
The sound fell, and the audience was in an uproar.
The disciples were shaking, and they all felt incredible.
The elders were dumbfounded, only suspecting that there was a problem with their ears.
However, Zhao Haoran's expression became very ugly in the midst of this violent wind.