Fantastic Fantasy: Marrying a Beautiful Wife at the Opening Competition

Under the leadership of Duan Songzhi, Zhong Xiong and Pang Santai came to a sedan chair on the Five Elements Square, deliberately avoiding the crowd.

"I met Miss Gongsun."

The two couldn't see Gongsun Ziyue's appearance, but they still bowed their hands towards the sedan chair together.

"Today is a special day. It is inconvenient for my young lady to show up. Please forgive me."

A maid spoke next to her, and Pang Santai quickly nodded and said, "Understood!"

Zhong Xiong glanced at him, and found that there was a hint of obscenity in the other person's eyes, he was not as bold as he appeared on the outside, so he shook his head secretly.

"This is tea brewed from golden tea leaves. After drinking it, the two of you can be in the best condition. I'll treat you both to a cup of tea."

The voice from the sedan chair was sweet and light, coupled with Gongsun Zi's stunning face when he first appeared, even Zhong Xiong, who had a sweetheart, was also moved in his heart.

Pang Santai's performance was even worse. He picked up the teacup and drank it. After drinking, he wiped his mouth and said, "The final general will definitely win this competition, and marry Miss Gongsun in a splendid manner."

"Regardless of the result of the competition, both of you are the pride of my Fenglei City, and please give your best in this competition."

The voice inside ignored Pang Santai and continued to speak, which made Zhong Xiong feel a little strange.

The Gongsun Ziyue inside is like a repeater...

"The last will obey!"

Pang Santai clasped his fists and opened his mouth, his eyes full of fighting spirit, Zhong Xiong also said something on the scene, and then the two left and returned to the ring.

The crowd below were very curious, whispering to each other, wanting to know what Gongsun Ziyue had said to the two of them.

Walking back to the ring, Pang Santai looked at Zhong Xiong who had just stood up, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly took out a silver-gray war halberd, and thrust it hard into the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

The masonry of the arena cracked instantly, and the cracks spread all the way to Zhong Xiong's feet, making him subconsciously take a few steps back.

Zhong Xiong raised his head and found that Pang Santai was looking at him with provocative eyes.

"As expected of Commander Pang, his control over power has reached this level."

"The one in his hand is the Earth-breaking Halberd! It is said that it is a mysterious weapon refined by Master Ouyang himself."

"Master Ouyang, the fourth-tier craftsman, hiss!"

"Young Master Zhong seems to be doomed. After all, he suffered a lot when facing Huo Yuantong's profound weapon."

Everyone was in an uproar, Pang Santai's reputation was already great, but now with the weapons forged by the master craftsman, it was like a tiger with wings added.

Seeing this, Zhong Xiong also took out his ink stick, but it didn't cause so much commotion. Many people secretly shook their heads when they thought of his performance of taking a few steps back just now.

"I don't bully you either, you go ahead!"

Swords were on the verge of breaking out in the arena, and suddenly Pang Santai spoke, and the words he said made the audience stunned.

The soil-breaking halberd was still stuck in the bricks, Pang Santai stretched his waist, and said casually: "I am destined to win the victory and marry Miss Gongsun. Although the protagonist should be me, I don't mind you, a waste, standing still for a while." After all, it's not easy for you to be able to climb up to this position as a bastard."

Hearing the word 'bastard', some people's eyes became strange.

Although everyone knew this, but Pang Santai mentioned it in front of everyone because he wanted to insult the other party.

"It's really not easy, especially when I have to compete with you later, it makes me feel as disgusted as falling into a cesspit."

When Zhong Xiong spoke coldly, the other party almost pointed his nose at him and scolded him, so naturally he would not be polite.

This made Pang Santai's complexion change, and then he sneered and said, "Since you want to die so much, you can't blame me!"

As soon as the words fell, he stomped his feet hard, and the ground was torn apart immediately, and then raised high, and the bricks and stones shot straight into the sky like a fountain.

Bang bang bang!
Feeling a huge force under Zhong Xiong's feet, he jumped up, and the sand and stones below him condensed and turned into a halberd!
"roll!"

Zhong Xiong directly waved the ink stick in his hand, thunder exploded, and the flames roared. He seemed to be dancing flames, mixed with thunder and lightning, and smashed hard at the manifested war halberd.

boom!
The halberd turned into sand and split into pieces. At this moment, Pang Santai charged towards him with the halberd in his hand.

clang!
The sticks and halberds intersected, and a strong wave erupted, rolling up the bricks and stones on the ring.

"Is this really the profound energy realm!"

Everyone was in an uproar, the power of this fight was not just that of a martial artist in the profound energy realm.

"Iron Halberd Strike!"

Pang Santai roared, and quickly swung his halberd, the lines on it burst into dazzling light, and stabbed directly at Zhong Xiong.

The air was vibrating, and a gust of wind was rolled up, which made Zhong Xiong's clothes rattle.

He didn't dodge, and rushed forward with the ink stick, abruptly blocking the blow.

"boom!"

The strong force made Zhong Xiong retreat continuously, and Pang Santai took advantage of the victory to pursue, his halberd was like a wild boa constrictor, directly killing his opponent.

"Commander Pang is so strong, no wonder he became the deputy commander of the Iron Halberd Army at the level of profound energy! If he breaks through to the Yin-Yang level, who else is his opponent at the same level?"

"Now you are invincible in the same realm, let's see how Young Master Zhong is suppressed."

"Hey, although Mr. Zhong is powerful, but Commander Pang is too evil, how can he be his opponent."

"Not bad, it's his luck to be able to enter the final."

Bang bang bang!
The confrontation in the arena is still going on, and the arena has been destroyed beyond recognition.

Zhong Xiong was forced to defend by the war halberd all the time, which shocked and regretted everyone.

After all, this was the finals of martial arts competitions to recruit relatives. As a result, Pang Santai suppressed Zhong Xiong when he came up, which made them feel a little unsatisfactory.

"It's strange, Mr. Zhong hasn't lost yet, how long has it been!"

At this moment, someone suddenly opened his mouth, and everyone noticed that although Zhong Xiong had been defending, he showed no signs of defeat.

"what happened!"

Pang Santai was also anxious in his heart, as soon as he came up, he used two martial arts in succession, just to solve the battle quickly.

But Zhong Xiong is like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, even if he suppresses the opponent, it is still difficult to completely defeat him.

"clang!"

Anxiously, his movements were somewhat unable to keep up. Zhong Xiong, who had been on the defensive, had a flash in his eyes, and the stick struck straight like a dragon, stabbing Pang Santai's arm in pain, and the attack was interrupted.

"drink!"

Zhong Xiong shouted loudly, swung out a stick, and hit Pang Santai directly.

Although defended by the latter, Pang Santai's offensive was completely disrupted and he was forced to retreat.

"Oh my god, Young Master Zhong has counterattacked!"

One person exclaimed, seeing that Zhong Xiong no longer defended, but instead attacked with long sticks in a row, chopping, stabbing, sweeping, prodding, smashing, forcing Pang Santai to brandish his halberd to defend and back again and again.

"Thunder Fire Stick Technique!"

The dark red lines on the ink stick burst into light, and the flame quickly swept across the stick, rolling up a burst of flames, which hit Pang Santai like a thunderbolt.

"puff!"

The opponent's blood was surging, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and retreated tens of meters in a row, looking very embarrassed.

"You are a good training object, but it still makes me sick."