These words were so arrogant that many ethnic leaders who were arguing with each other could no longer argue and all stared at Zhao Changhe.
Yue Hongling sat on a small stool, holding her chin in her hand, and watched Zhao Changhe's progress with interest.
There was a little jealousy in her heart, but not much. She was particularly interested in this kind of style of fighting alone and testing all the heroes, and she wished she could participate in it. Unfortunately, the bastard said it to death, "The one who defeats me", instead of "we will send two people", what a pity.
But it’s okay, it’s handsome.
The little brother has really grown up now, and is developing his own aesthetic taste... The sword is pointed sideways, and the proud and independent back is really beautiful.
Sisi pursed her lips and quietly tugged at the corner of Zhao Changhe's clothes: "Hey, don't be too arrogant. Although we don't have as sophisticated moves as you, the witchcraft can make up for it. This level will not be reflected in the Chaos List. It's easy to fall into trouble if you don't understand it."
Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Isn't this great? I want to see the Miaojiang Gu technique. Is there a better way than a one-on-one competition?"
Yue Hongling smiled slightly, she thought so too.
The reason why she failed and was trapped in the assassination of Lan Tiankuo was that she encountered a Gu technique that was difficult for her to understand. Fortunately, she escaped without any danger. In fact, she had learned a lot from Sisi before she dared to act, but it was different with or without in-depth experience. If she could be given a chance to challenge the heroes one-on-one, it would be a good thing for a swordsman who wanted to see the world's cultivation.
Of course, this requires courage and confidence, otherwise it would be embarrassing to go on stage. Don't think that there are not a few people on the Chaos List here. Once the witchcraft is used, all strength assessments have to be done again.
Sisi stamped her feet: "I don't care about you, I'm afraid that you will lose and I will lose my seat!"
"Saint, be at peace." Zhao Changhe looked around and whispered, "Hey, is there a battle ceremony, a blessing from the Saint?"
Sisi was stunned for a moment, and her eyes suddenly curved into crescents: "Hey, you were acting serious with me before, but now Sister Yue is around, you should be more serious, but you suddenly start to tease me? So you like to do it in front of someone, and it's boring when they are not around, right..."
Zhao Changhe was speechless and said, "I was just joking. Where do you get such divergent ideas?"
Sisi hummed and said, "There is a battle ceremony. Kneel down and lick the feet of the Saint."
Zhao Changhe subconsciously glanced at her feet.
Why are her feet so white and crystal clear even though she walks through the forest without shoes? Even if her true energy can protect her feet now, what about in the past? Logically, they should have been very rough...
Sisi looked at him with a half-smile: "Does it look good?"
Damn, no matter how pretty it is, no one will lick it. What’s the point of the maid making a fuss
Before Zhao Changhe could answer, a voice came from behind him:
"Think of the Dharma Protector...Think of the Dharma Protector?"
Zhao Changhe turned his head and saw a young man in black standing in the middle of the field, looking at him speechlessly.
Are you here to challenge the heroes, or are you here to flirt with your saint
Zhao Changhe's face didn't turn red, but in fact it was red but it couldn't be seen: "I thought you were going to discuss it, just to ask the Saint for some instructions before the battle..."
The man said, "I am Meng Tai from the Dong ethnic group. I am here to learn from the Dharma Protector Si's swordsmanship."
Zhao Changhe confirmed: "So everyone has accepted this competition selection model?"
The Bai tribe leader said, "Yes, since the Spirit Tribe proposed this, we discussed it and felt that this is a good and simple solution. It is difficult to judge the strength of each tribe, and the strong should always be respected."
In this era of martial arts, it's really the same wherever you go... Fortunately, I don't have to test you on the Four Books and Five Classics.
Zhao Changhe nodded, subconsciously intending to salute Meng Tai by holding the hilt of his sword upside down, but suddenly realized that this Central Plains etiquette was not right, so he changed to a sword-folding gesture: "Come on."
Anger flashed across Meng Tai's face... They were not without manners, and Si Laoye's behavior seemed tantamount to contempt to him.
He rushed forward angrily, and with a whoosh, his long sword slashed through a space of several feet and chopped Zhao Changhe's neck directly: "Watch out!"
Meng Tai used a knife, an ordinary single knife.
Zhao Changhe still doesn't have much confidence in his swordsmanship, but he is one of the masters of the sword. He knows the sword's moves and intentions very well, and there are very few changes. He knows all the subsequent changes of Meng Tai without even looking at them, and also knows where the opponent's reserve force is.
"Swoosh!" The sword light was like water, pointing at Meng Tai's wrist.
It was precisely at the fulcrum where all his changes started. No matter how he changed, he could not avoid the attack of this sword, and all his momentum was cut off.
With just one sword strike, knowledgeable people like Lei Zhentang and Yue Hongling were moved.
Good swordsmanship... However, Meng Tai did not panic. His wrist twisted as if it had no bones, and Zhao Changhe's sword grazed past it but did not pierce it!
The force of Meng Tai's sword was only slightly slowed down for a moment by the twist, but it soon returned to normal and chopped towards Zhao Changhe's neck.
Zhao Changhe misjudged the situation and it was not easy to retract his sword. The knife was already at his neck, so he had to quickly retract his sword and dodge. With his sharp body movements, he narrowly avoided the knife.
Just one strike of the sword caused danger everywhere and put him in an absolute disadvantage.
It is indeed very easy for people from the Middle-earth to fall into trouble when they arrive in Miao territory... It goes against common sense.
Sisi reminded him in a voice transmission behind him: "This is the Spirit Snake Gu, which makes the body and bones as flexible as a snake. Don't use conventional thinking to judge the changes in the hands and feet. This kind of Gu conflicts with Gu techniques such as Giant Strength and Copper Skin, which means that he pursues agility and lacks in other aspects..."
Before she even uttered the word "lost", Sisi's eyes suddenly widened.
Zhao Changhe, who was originally at a disadvantage and was at a loss, became more and more relaxed. Meng Tai, who seemed to be chasing him with one slash after another, could not move flexibly. He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. To the left, it seemed like he was getting an electric shock. To the right, it seemed like there was a mountain of knives. He dared not move anywhere. Finally, he turned into a toad in grief and anger and jumped, and slashed with a knife: "What kind of magic did you use!"
Zhao Changhe almost laughed out loud when he heard someone using witchcraft talk about other people's magic.
Facing this little jump, Zhao Changhe felt a bit nostalgic: "This toad jump is so familiar... Your jump is not cool enough, and your strength is too weak."
As he spoke, the long sword arrived first and hit Meng Tai's dantian. The sword energy penetrated and locked the opponent's dantian's aura.
Meng Tai's knife became limp, Zhao Changhe grabbed it with his left hand and pushed it forward: "Brother Meng, this spirit snake Gu is quite interesting... I'll ask for your advice again when I have the chance."
Meng Tai silently felt the locked Qi in his body and was very surprised: "What kind of magic did you use just now?"
Zhao Changhe was not stingy in sharing: "That is a kind of sword energy formation. Every time I block with my sword, a trace of sword energy remains in the original place. The longer the confrontation lasts, the more sword energy there is around. Brother Meng is like being trapped in the sword formation. No matter how flexible he is, he can't use it."
Meng Tai was surprised and asked: "How did they do that? Why can the sword energy stay in the space?"
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "This is a secret, only the spirit race can know it."
Meng Tai bowed sincerely and said, "I lost."
Sisi is very proud.
In fact, he was secretly pouting, because the spirits didn't know this secret either... The sword light filled the courtyard like water, this was Tang Wanzhuang's unique method!
Tang Wanzhuang used this routine when she analyzed the battle between Longque and Gujian Longhuang, but hers was more subtle. The sword energy was like water, like a deep pool that made the sword unable to move. Zhao Changhe's sword energy was just sword energy, like a forest, and it couldn't be used more delicately. But it was enough. Facing such an opponent, this routine was the best solution, and she didn't need Sisi to give any instructions behind the scenes.
The field began to quiet down.
Zhao Changhe didn't recognize Meng Tai and didn't know his name... In fact, he was not an ordinary swordsman. He was a very famous master of the Dong ethnic group. He was proficient in both swordsmanship and witchcraft, and was very famous in the southwest.
But after fighting with Si Laoye for just a few breaths, the outcome was decided. Si Laoye didn't even use the assistance of witchcraft, it was just pure swordsmanship!
For a while, no one else left the field, and the atmosphere became a little heavy... This elf race was very low-key, how could it be that they were so strong
Lei Zhentang said slowly with a gloomy face: "Isn't it a bit strange that we only used swordsmanship in the battle of the Southwest Bailiao? If you don't know, you might think it's a sword fight between warriors from the Central Plains."
Zhao Changhe asked curiously, "Don't we in the Southwest Bailiao practice swordplay? Wouldn't it be nice to see the Miao Dao of the Thunder Clan leader hanging on his waist?"
Lei Zhentang said: "The combination of sword and Gu is our method."
"In fact, I also have Gu. I didn't expect that a great master like Chief Lei couldn't see it." Zhao Changhe grinned, and his arms suddenly bulged: "Look, the giant power Gu."
Lei Zhentang's expression twitched and he stopped talking.
"It's just that using physical strength to bully others is not a good idea. I'll just use swordsmanship to challenge the hundreds of races, that's all." Zhao Changhe retracted his bulging arms and pointed his sword horizontally: "Is there anyone else who wants to teach me?"
People looked at this guy in silence, and seeing the excitement in his eyes, he really hoped that more people would fight with him so that he could learn the skills of hundreds of races.
It seemed that he was not fighting for the benefit of his tribe, but was experiencing the wonders of the world and looking for the door to his swordsmanship.
Sisi stepped back and sat back on the small stool, sitting side by side with Yue Hongling, holding her chin in her hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Sister Yue, it seems that he has taken away your path of experience."
Yue Hongling pointed out something: "You have to do the training yourself, there is no question of whether you can snatch it or not... I am afraid that some people will want to snatch something else..."
(End of this chapter)