Zhang Tianhao said coldly: "Whether it is easy to deal with or difficult to deal with, in my eyes, it is just an enemy."
Liu Jie's eyes showed a hint of brilliance, and he praised Zhang Tianhao: "Tianhao, what you said is good. As a martial artist, you need to use this fearless spirit."
An hour later, it was Zhang Tianhao's turn to take the stage again.
Standing in front of Zhang Tianhao was a gray-clothed young man. The look arrogant, it is Hou Zhibai who is known as the fast sword at the outer door of Hao Xianzong.
"Are you Zhang Tianhao?" Hou Zhibai looked at Zhang Tianhao with a cold expression of disdain.
"To treat?" Zhang Tianhao said lightly.
"Hahaha, even if I dare to invite Hou Zhibai, you may not dare to go to the appointment!" Hou Zhibai said proudly.
Zhang Tianhao smiled slightly and said, "Your Excellency is too worried. I have always been very courageous. I still don't know what to be afraid of."
"Well, let's not gossip. Someone wants to buy your life. Now this son can give you a chance to self-decision, so that you can suffer less pain." Hou Zhibai looked at Zhang Tianhao grinningly, like this is a gift. .
Zhang Tianhao suddenly looked at Hou Zhibai with a shocked expression.
Hou Zhibai frowned and looked at Zhang Tianhao and asked, "Your Excellency, what do you mean?"
Zhang Tianhao said to Hou Zhibai with a devilish expression: "I think your Excellency looks very much like a person I saw before, and he looks like a hundred percent. It's just a mold."
With that said, Zhang Tianhao was still amazed.
Hou Zhibai frowned slightly and asked, "Who?"
Zhang Tianhao smiled and said, "That man is a mental patient who escaped from a lunatic asylum."
"What, you are looking for death!"
Only then did Hou Zhibai realize that Zhang Tianhao was turning the corner to scold him, and suddenly became frustrated. I think Hou Zhibai is also the number one person at the outer door of Hao Xianzong. When ordinary disciples saw him, they would respectfully call a senior fellow. How could anyone dare to insult him like that? Is it tolerable or unbearable.
The referee also shouted at the right time: "The match begins!"
At this moment, Hao Xianzong also set up a gambling market.
"Buy to leave, buy to leave, everyone hurry up and place a bet, Zhang Tianhao beats Kuaijian Hou Zhibai, Zhang Tianhao wins 1 to 10, Hou Zhibai wins 8 to 1" the dealer shouted.
Although Zhang Tianhao's odds are great. But the vast majority of people still choose to buy Hou Zhibaisheng. After all, Hou Zhibai's strength is still relatively strong in the outer gate of Hao Xianzong. Although the odds are really small. Buy 8 to lose 1, but the victory is safe.
Liu Jie walked to the front of the dealer. Said: "Can we buy it as a registered disciple?"
The dealer glanced at Liu Jie and said with lack of interest: "I have no identity restriction here. As long as you have a spar, you can bet. Do you want to bet?"
Liu Jie shook his head and said, "How could I be so innocent, I want to play Zhang Tianhao. The odds are higher."
"Oh!"
The dealer was slightly happy. In his opinion, this Tianhao was defeated. Originally, as a bookmaker, I didn't really like this kind of game with no suspense about the outcome. But as a banker, it is natural to start every game. Otherwise, the reputation will be very bad. This time, the vast majority of people bought Kuaijianhou’s White Victory, so for the dealer, it would definitely lose money. Therefore, as long as someone places more bets on Zhang Tianhao's side, he can also lose less.
"Hahaha! You are so courageous, I don't know how much you want to buy?" The dealer asked with a smile.
"1000 middle-grade spar, do you dare to take it?" Liu Jie said.
Chu Wei on one side looked at Liu Jie in surprise, the 1,000 middle-grade spars were not a small number. It is equivalent to 100,000 low-grade spar.
The dealer was slightly taken aback, obviously he didn't expect that this named disciple could produce so many spars, and they were still low-grade spars. Originally thought that this named disciple was definitely a poor ghost, but he didn't want to lose sight of him.
However, this 1,000 middle-grade spar is a huge amount in the ordinary world. But to the sect disciple of Hao Xianzong, it was nothing. Nodded and said: "Of course you can, even if it is ten times more, we dare to follow."
Liu Jie was slightly surprised. When Zhang Tianhao asked him to buy 1,000 middle-grade spars, he was worried that he would not be able to eat here. At this moment, he seemed to be a little worried.
"This is a voucher, you have to keep it!" The dealer smiled slightly at Liu Jie. Passed a voucher.
Liu Jie quickly received the voucher happily, but he still felt a little nervous when he handed over the voucher. Where did Tianhao come from so much confidence. In case you lose. Isn't it ruined
What am I thinking about! You should pray for Tianhao to win. Liu Jie cursed secretly in his own heart.
At this moment, on the fifth stage, the battle between Zhang Tianhao and Hou Zhibai had already begun fiercely.
The strength of this Hou Zhibai is indeed quite strong. Sure enough, he deserves the title of Quick Sword. Every sword strike is as fast as an electric flash.
Zhang Tianhao thought inwardly: This guy seemed to understand the true meaning of Kuaijian.
But it's just a rudiment. From the embryonic form of Kuaijian's true meaning, it will be a long way to go if you want to advance to a point of true meaning. It's not so easy.
Hou Zhibai was a little surprised, he had already used the fast sword to its limit, but Zhang Tianhao's body style was extremely weird, and he could always avoid his attacks in the incredible.
"Quick sword three strikes!"
Hou Zhibai flickered and flicked towards Zhang Tianhao. Stabbed three swords in a row. Three swords flashed as fast as an electric flash, and arrived in front of Zhang Tianhao in the blink of an eye.
These three swords were three points faster than the previous three swords, and the entire sword turned into a cloud of smoke.
"So fast?"
Zhang Tianhao's heart pursed slightly.
"God works ever-changing"
Zhang Tianhao's steps have reached the limit. Swirl your feet. Like a pendulum, Hou Zhibai's three swords lost their goal. The thorn is empty.
"Ling Bo stepped slightly!"
Zhang Tianhao flickered, came behind Hou Zhibai and kicked it down.
"Chrysanthemum residue!"
"boom!"
Hou Zhibai's complexion was very cold. My hip hurts. I felt like I was going to fly in a plane. The pants exploded inch by inch. After receiving that strong force, he flew out toward the battlefield.
"Bang!" there was a sound.
Hou Zhibai let out a scream and fell under the battle arena.
In this way, two white flowers of light fluttered in the wind in front of everyone. A ball of yellow things flowed out. Suddenly it smelled bad.
Hou Zhibai felt cold behind him, and looked behind him subconsciously. When I saw my buttocks leaked out, the eyes were still in full view. Suddenly, the brain was shocked and stunned. Then he fainted very bachelor.
Zhang Tianhao had originally planned to use Qishang Fist to beat Hou Zhibai down. But thinking of the other party's arrogance before, he couldn't hold back, and kicked the other party down with this extremely damaging kick.
But let's not say it, this foot feels pretty good.