The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Everyone present, whether it is a distinguished guest from afar or a disciple of the original faction, is all paying attention to the battle between the two. The ninth generation leader of the Penglai faction is fighting here.

The real Zi Jing walked up to the two of them, looked at them, and said loudly: "I have a word first. Today's fight is entirely because the first master, the senior brother, died suddenly. There is no way, not a life-and-death contest. Need to stop. If the same sect brothers injure the same sect in order to fight for the position of the sect, it is a violation of this school. Third, compete with each other, no sneak attack; Fourth, those who win Bidou as the head must unite with the same family, and must not be liquidated afterwards, otherwise once gaining power and using private revenge will be moral incompatibility, although it is impossible to be poor Serving as the head, but as an elder, the head is wrong, the poor way still has to point it out. Can you two hear clearly?"

The Qunhaos in Zhongyuan heard that some Jing Penglai faction is a famous faction, not a rogue fighting, and they are very particular; some fight just thinking about fighting, so many stinky rules.

Zhang Yunhai arched his hands and looked like a modest gentleman, and said, "Thank you for your uncle's teachings, and I will be honest and upright to ask the second brother for advice. If there is any violation, the heaven will die."

Yang Jianfeng has used Chen Botao as his opponent for several years, but he did not expect that he would compete with the four most filial brothers in a circle, and it is still unknown whether he has anything to do with the death of the brothers.

If he can’t defeat the Fourth Junior Brother today, he can’t enter the three-star cave. I’m afraid the truth about the death of Master, Senior Brother, and Senior Sister Dong will be buried in the ground. He wants to be the head, but even if it’s not for the head, they will Have to fight.

Yang Jianfeng said, "Second Master, I naturally understand what to do and what not to do."

The real Zi Jing said to the people in the Quartet: "Today is a fair fight, and the ninth generation of the ninth generation leader of the lower faction is decided. Please also the heroes present to be a testimony!"

The second son of the Sha Family Gang said: "The real Zi Jing is also polite. We are naturally to join in the fun. Fortunately to see the brilliant tricks of the Penglai school disciples, this trip is worth it!"

As soon as the second Sha's words came out, Meng Qingxiong, Wang Shaojie, Li Tianxiao and others all agreed, and the others in the room also clamored, asking them to start right away.

At this time, the real Zi Jing retreated, Yang and Zhang also drew out their swords, and threw the scabbard sword aside.

Seeing Zhang Yunhai's demeanor, Yang Jianfeng still seemed to have a charming smile at the corner of his mouth. He was worried about the case. He also thought that most of the people in the same school supported Zhang Yunhai at this time, and he couldn't help but get confused.

Yang Jianfeng was the first to attack Zhang Yunhai with a sharp sword move. The more he attacked, the more urgent he got. He just wanted to defeat Zhang Yunhai, so everything he was worried about could be solved.

However, Zhang Yunhai was not in a hurry. He was able to resolve it with a dexterous and gentle move with a sword in his hand, with a feeling of waiting for work.

They belonged to the same sect, and Zhang Yunhai knew no more about his martial arts moves.

The superiority between the same school is not the novelty of martial arts, but the level of the same martial arts practice. It's like, studying in the same school, classmates, there are also differences between academic masters, ordinary students and scumbags. These three types of people have obviously taken the same course and learned the same things, but the level of them may differ by tens of thousands of miles.

Now Zhang Yunhai's tricks are not like the conventional martial arts tricks of this school.

It was Yang Jianfeng that attacked so eagerly that he didn't break Zhang Yun's Sponge Secret's swordsmanship, but he only heard the sound.

Jiang Suxi and fellow student Zhao Jinxiu said: "I think Brother Zhang is even stronger than Brother Yang's martial arts."

Zhao Jinxiu is the daughter of the head guard of the Central Plains Escort. She was already an artist when she joined the Penglai School at the age of 12.

"I think this set of martial arts by Brother Zhang seems to have specifically restrained the'Changfeng Sword Technique' I sent. I don't know how much it has been tempered, and it can't be done without painstaking research."

Zheng Peiwen said: "You mean Brother Zhang has already practiced the kung fu of restraining this school of swordsmanship? What is he doing with this?"

Ziying Sanren was originally engrossed in the competition in the field, and then shouted: "Jianxiu, Peiwen, talk less, just watch and learn more."

Yang Jianfeng on the court used Changfeng swordsmanship, no matter how lightly and elegantly or openly, he could not help him. The more anxious he was, and he lost at this time. He would never be the head in his life, and he could not find out what he really wanted. With a heavy heart for gains and losses, he broke away from the essence of Changfeng swordsmanship-riding on the wind, enjoying The world is infinitely happy.

Yang Jianfeng used the eighteenth long wind sword technique, which was still useless, and at this time the opponent hadn't attacked him aggressively.

After Yang Jianfeng used the long sword swordsmanship, he used the Canglang swordsmanship again. This set of swordsmanship was relatively more vigorous. There were only twelve moves in total, but the moves were like a wave of earth-shaking momentum.

Most of the audience gathered around the edges on three sides, the big seat in the middle of the front was vacant, and the distinguished guests and the seniors and disciples of the school sat in rows on the left and right sides of the front.

When the two fight in the middle, the audience on three sides naturally retreats from the edge, afraid that they will be accidentally injured by their powerful sword moves.

When facing the Canglang swordsmanship, Zhang Yunhai also changed his tricks, and also showed his full strength.

The two almost use the same swordsmanship, you come and go, this is a comparison of reaction, understanding and internal strength.

When you come and I go, the east wind overwhelms the west wind, and the west wind overwhelms the east wind. But by the eleventh move, the two people used the same move, and the two suppressed each other, with the blade facing the blade.

At this time, I had to compete internally, and the outcome was about to be known.

Yang Jianfeng smashed the inner strength out, and it was estimated that the sword could not repel him. He slapped Zhang Yunhai with one palm, and Zhang Yunhai was not behind. At this time, the two swords faced each other, palms against each other.

Originally, Yang Jianfeng didn't think there was anything to be afraid of, but after a while, Yang Jianfeng felt something was wrong. His palm could touch his internal force, and he felt extremely cold. His palms can only resist with all his strength to prevent the cold air from entering his body. He hasn't entered his body yet, so he is already very uncomfortable.

The longer the two held their palms together, the more Yang Jianfeng couldn't bear it. He just wanted to divide more of his internal strength into his palms to resist, but after a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yunhai yelled. As soon as the sword was pressed hard, Yang Jianfeng couldn't stand the sword. Get rid of.

Zhang Yunhai's sword stabled out, chuckled, and cut his sleeves. Yang Jianfeng was shocked and wanted to retreat, and Zhang Yunhai also retreated.

Lu Xu couldn't help but squinted his eyes, thinking: The second brother really lacks resourcefulness when facing Zhang Yunhai, and can only fight hard. In the beginning, the second brother used Changfeng swordsmanship, and Zhang Yunhai made that set of moves specifically aimed at Changfeng swordsmanship very easy to work. In this round, Yang Jianfeng was obviously more expensive. Yang Jianfeng didn't even think about trying to find a way to regain his strength and level off with Zhang Yunhai, but instead used Canglang Swordsmanship, a powerful and domineering swordsmanship. At this time, the opponent consumes less strength than him, which is to fight the opponent's strength at his own disadvantage.

Although this kind of strength is small, but the master's moves are at this point. Zhang Yunhai's actual martial arts is similar to Yang Jianfeng's, and he won in this style of play, and the overall victory is drawn to his side.

At this time, Bi Dou hadn't said that he was using his own kungfu. If the opponent created that set of martial arts on the basis of his own kungfu, it would be blue from the blue, and the members of the school would not stop it.

Zhang Yunhai worked hard to practice this skill. Although it took a lot of time, why did he practice this skill? Do you want to be in charge for a long time? So the appearance of his previous big brother's answering bug irons is all fake?

Lu Xu now remembered what Zhao Qingyi had said: "This person is quite terrifying."

Yang Jianfeng was beaten back by him and pierced his sleeve. His face was blushing, but he didn't dare to play rascals in full view. The people present had eyes, and they all felt that Zhang Yunhai's sword was being merciful, or else they would have to pierce her shoulders or arms.

Yang Jianfeng said, "Fourth Junior Brother, what kind of kung fu is your palm?"

Zhang Yunhai said: "What palm can it be? Of course it is Bibo palm."

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The real Zi Jing stepped forward and said, "Nephew Yang, Nephew Zhang slightly beat you just now, everyone is watching, do you recognize it?"

Yang Jianfeng blushed, but he saw that the number three hundred present was like the one who would beat him into the most disdainful if he didn't want to beat him. He wanted to explain that his Bibo palm was wrong, but he couldn't help being frustrated when he changed his mind. If he was an outsider, he would not be convinced of the reason. There is no wrong kung fu in the world, only kung fu to win and kung fu to lose, to use kung fu to win.

——You said that kung fu is not right. As long as you are upright and honest, if you want to win, you can also use his unexpected kung fu. Who says you can't do it?

Yang Jianfeng suppressed the unwillingness and despair of investigating the truth, so he could only hold his fist and say: "Under the… I hope to keep the promise."

Speaking of getting up and saying goodbye, he retreated to the back row of the disciples who had entered the room. He was confronted by the Third Junior Brother, the Fifth Junior Brother, and the outer disciples who currently had about 30% of his support. He only felt ashamed.

Zhang Yunhai couldn't help smiling at this moment, and Ziying scattered the corners of his mouth. She tolerated for thirty years, and finally waited until she finally saw her son become a talent, even if she still had so many hidden worries, he would become the ninth generation head of the Penglai School. But Yang Jianfeng had no right to enter the Sanxing Cave, and Brother Ziyang's affairs would be hidden underground forever.

Maybe you can go and see, Brother Ziyang is unable to escape with the meridians sealed by the silver needle. The little **** may not be able to help it come out and will be poisoned to death by the five poisonous needles... But what do they do if they want the little **** to live?

When Ziying Sanren was both happy and worried, Zijing Sanren took Zhang Yunhai's hand to the front and said: "The first four prostitutes and four disciples Zhang Yunhai won! Do you have any objections to the heroic friends who witnessed on the spot? If you object, I declare..."

Suddenly heard a clear voice from the Drum Tower next to the wall performance field: "I have an objection!"

The crowd at the scene couldn't help but wonder, when was there someone on the Drum Tower?

Ziying scattered people couldn't help suspecting that he had heard it wrong, and the proof was there, but Lu Xu stood up and looked up, only to see a white robe boy standing on the roof of the Drum Tower. The white robe on her body is fluttering, her black hair is half-tied with a white headband, a sword hangs around her waist, and a folding fan in her left hand is not unfolded.

The black hair and snow-white hair band flew in the wind, and the boy smiled, as if there was a slanting view of the world and the romantic flow of the city, the people in the audience couldn't help but feel an uproar.

Zhao Qingyi, who is not dressed in men's clothing, is the boy, and who is it?