"Hmph, the quota for the blood pool training is of no use to you. Your branch was last year. With good luck, that kid awakened the bloodline. In previous years, the quota for the blood pool training was just a violent thing for you. There was a blood pool. The training quota can only be effective if it is in the hands of a genius. And my grandson is that genius." The seven deacons said that they were calm and gentle, as if they were talking about an indisputable fact.
Zhang Yaobang frowned slightly, knowing that the Seven Deacons were a warrior who absolutely looked down on their line. But at this time, he has no way to argue. Because they are branching out of the younger generation, they are indeed far behind in talent compared to their own lineage. Even if Zhang Zhentian came out last year and made the clan look a little bit, but it was only a little sidebrow, and it couldn't change the clan's impression of the Ninghai city branch.
Suddenly, Zhang Wensong stood up, and Rudian stared at Zhang Tianhao's body and asked, "You are Zhang Tianhao. This time the branch clan compares first?"
When Zhang Wensong spoke, he was full of arrogance, and seemed to be extremely disdainful of the so-called branch races.
"Yes!" Zhang Tianhao was calm and gentle.
"Very well, I want your blood pool training quota." Zhang Wensong's expression is still very arrogant.
"If I don't give it, can you still grab it?" Zhang Tianhao's eyes were cold.
"I challenge you, dare you to bet on the spot in the blood pool?" Zhang Wensong said with a smile.
"I lost, and gave you a place for the blood pool training, then did you lose?" Zhang Tianhao smiled faintly.
Zhang Tianhao has seen Zhang Wensong's cultivation level, the five-tiered martial artist. This kind of cultivation is not invincible when he uses all his methods. Therefore, he is not afraid.
"Hehe, I won't lose." Zhang Wensong was very sure. Looking at Zhang Tianhao, he smiled contemptuously.
"I refuse, I lose, I have to pay for the quota of blood pool training. If I win, there is no benefit at all. Do you think I am stupid, or are you stupid?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Wensong with an idiotic look.
Zhang Wensong's cheeks flushed slightly. He really wanted to empty the white wolf, but he didn't think he would lose. He is a cultivator of the five levels of martial arts. He felt that it should be extremely easy to crush Zhang Tianhao with his own cultivation base.
"Then I will use this ancestral chain of sacred Buddha as a bet. If you win, this chain of sacred Buddha will belong to you. My chain of sacred Buddha is equal to the value of your blood pool. How? ?" Zhang Wensong looked at Zhang Tianhao and hummed coldly.
Zhang Wensong naturally didn't think Zhang Tianhao had the strength to win against him. Although this holy Buddha necklace is invaluable, even if it is used as a bet, he doesn't feel sorry for it.
Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but shine when Zhang Wensong took out the chain of the holy Buddha.
"Discover the chain of the holy Buddha, wearing it by the player, can increase the critical strike rate by 15%." A pleasant voice sounded.
"The chain of the holy Buddha?" Zhang Tianhao was overjoyed.
From the introduction of this system, it knows. This chain of sacred Buddha can increase the critical strike rate by 15%, but it cannot stack. The space for the system to wear is limited. This crit rate can only be achieved by wearing it in the place designated by the system. For this reason, Zhang Tianhao was a little disappointed. Otherwise, 15% is superimposed with the previous colorful stone. The crit rate that can be played is even greater. It's just a pity that the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny. But this chain of holy Buddha, he will surely get it.
"Okay, that's it." Zhang Tianhao agreed immediately.
Seeing Zhang Tianhao promised so quickly, Zhang Wensong sneered inwardly, he naturally wouldn't realize that Zhang Tianhao could beat himself.
A bunch of people came to the martial arts field
Zhang Tianhao and Zhang Wensong stood facing each other.
"The Big Dipper Fist!"
Zhang Wensong bullied himself up, his fists threw out countless shadows of fists, and hit Zhang Tianhao in the air. Be sure, he wanted to crush Zhang Tianhao completely with one blow.
"Break it for me!"
Zhang Tianhao used Arhat Boxing to meet him.
"blocked?"
Zhang Wensong's eyes showed sharp light. A few punches again covered Zhang Tianhao. Layers of fist strength completely enveloped Zhang Tianhao, strangling Zhang Tianhao from all directions.
"Arhat Boxing!"
The Arhat Fist of Huajin level came out.
Arhat fist at the level of transformation can increase its own strength by 50%. The power of the tyrant made the void tremble violently. With the power of suffocation. Crush down.
"What a terrible power?"
Zhang Wensong condensed in his eyes and shouted loudly: "Block me!"
"boom!"
Zhang Tianhao punched Zhang Wensong's fist directly.
"startled!"
Zhang Wensong snorted, and the powerful impact sent him flying away.
Zhang Tianhao followed him like a shadow, caught up with Zhang Wensong, and punched again.
"Give me defeat!"
A fierce punch directly hit Zhang Wensong's body.
"flutter!"
Zhang Wensong snorted. He vomited blood and flew back.
"Wen Song!"
The seventh deacon rushed up and helped Zhang Wensong up.
"I actually lost to you this rubbish? I'm not reconciled!" Zhang Wensong glared at Zhang Tianhao, as if losing to Zhang Tianhao was a shame.
Zhang Tianhao snorted and said, "I am a trash. Then what is the trash if you lose to me? Is it not as good as trash?"
"you?"
Zhang Wensong was speechless. Staggering to his feet, he said to the seventh deacon, "Grandpa, let's go!"
The seventh deacon looked extremely gloomy, and looked at Zhang Yaobang and said coldly: "You are fine!"
After that, the seventh deacon was about to leave with Zhang Wensong.
"Wait!"
Zhang Tianhao called the Seven Deacon and Zhang Wensong.
"What? Change your mind. If you are willing to give up that spot now, what you said earlier will still be effective!" The seventh deacon said proudly.
Zhang Tianhao's heart was a little uncomfortable, the strength of the Seven Deacons was only about the same as Grandpa. The same great martial artist, in the clan of masters like clouds, is not the bottom. Where is the confidence to show superiority in front of you.
"Zhang Wensong, I would like to lose the gambling, do you want to leave before your things are left?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Wensong coldly.
"Do you want my holy Buddha chain? Impossible, this is my ancestral secret treasure, can't be given to you?" Zhang Wensong's expression changed and yelled.
"Shamelessly, you made the previous bet by yourself. Don’t you want to go wrong, but it’s okay. I have recorded everything with the record talisman. At that time, I will pass this talisman to the elders of the clan, yes. Let them judge." Zhang Tianhao said calmly.
"You..." Zhang Wensong's face was angry.
Zhang Wensong's defeat by the children of the branch family was originally a great shame, and he would definitely go back in secret. If the children of the race really know that they are defeated by the branch people. I will definitely be the last to look up among my peers.
"Count you cruel!" Zhang Wensong weighed it up and handed over the chain of holy Buddha.
"This young man will settle this account with you slowly." Zhang Wensong gave Zhang Tianhao a fierce look, and left with his grandfather in embarrassment.