Who lost this loyal dog?

Halfway through Zhang Ze's salutation, Wang Ping stared, with a fierce look on his face, and shot first.

I saw him holding the sword with both hands, swinging the sword to draw a circular arc from bottom to top, and the heavy iron sword was unexpectedly left behind by him.

Zhang Ze's ears moved slightly, and at the moment when the sound of piercing the sky was heard, he had already retracted his arms and sideways, and took a step back lightly under his feet, so the mighty long sword stuck in front of him and slashed towards the sky.

One hit missed, Wang Ping let out a low cry, the menacing cold sword suddenly stopped its upward momentum, swept across, and the sword, which was more than twice as wide as an ordinary long sword, slammed at Zhang with a mighty momentum. Zemianmen.

If this shot is real, the bridge of the nose will be broken slightly, and the whole face will be bloody, or else it will be impossible.

As soon as he strikes, he will either die or be injured. This person is so determined to kill, Zhang Ze's heart skipped a beat, and he bent back to avoid the iron sword. When he lifted himself up, he saw Wang Ping propping up the ground with his sword, kicking his foot as his chest. .

He filled his arms with internal force, crossed them in front of his chest, and took down this foot. He only felt a slight shock and a little numbness when he retracted his arms, and his body swayed slightly to remove the excess strength. No.

On the contrary, Wang Ping, who took the initiative to attack, was shocked by his internal force. Caught off guard, he dropped his weapon, flew backwards two feet away, and fell into the mud with a plop.

Why are you so weak?

Zhang Ze widened his eyes slightly in shock, and opened his mouth a little. At least he still remembered that this was the stage, so he had to take care of his image, and pretended to straighten his sleeves to cover up the unnaturalness underneath.

Look at the way this kid behaved when he appeared on the stage, he was full of posture.He thought it would be a tough battle, so he was ready for it all the time.

As a result, this is it?

The gap between reality and expectations was too great, Zhang Ze couldn't adapt for a while, full of bewilderment, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at Tianyi, and instinctively went to the person he was most familiar with.

Tianyi stood at the place closest to the ring, and the moment his eyes met, he nodded slightly.

Zhang Ze suddenly became enlightened. What the hell is he panicking about? The enemy is weak but we are strong. It's obviously a good thing, isn't it?He won the contest with his ability, that kid didn't panic, why should he panic.

Having figured it out, he slowly put down his hands and watched Wang Ping climb halfway, accidentally touched the wound on his leg and fell back to the ground.

Wang Ping wanted to hate the arrogant and ostentatious appearance on the other side, hated that he didn't take himself seriously, refused to touch the sword, hated that he still cared about whether his clothes were dirty or not in public, hated him He embarrassed himself in front of all the heroes, hating him for blocking his way to fame...

The veins on his hands popped out of hatred, his face turned red from holding back, and he couldn't get up from the ground.

After three breaths, Changge's disciple announced: "The contest is over, the hero Zhang Ze has won!"

"Where did this Ze come from, so powerful?"

"Hahaha, I can tell at first glance that this person is not simple."

"Tch, didn't you just say that people are jerks?"

"me……"

This kind of grass that will fall if the wind doesn't blow, no matter where you see it, it's just unappetizing.

The corners of Gu Qingfeng's eyes twitched slightly, his gaze passed over the calm Zhang Ze on the stage, and fell on Wang Ping who was still wriggling on the ground.

I saw that man couldn't stand up due to his leg injury after several attempts, and he barely knelt on the ground with his sword on his back. His face was as black as charcoal, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be poisonous, staring at Zhang Ze. back.

"Ah Qing, go and help me with something." Gu Qingfeng paused while shaking the white jade fan, with a slight smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, he closed the fan with a "swish", casually, once, rhythmically Knock on palm.

Qingying listened intently, nodded slightly after a while, and waited for the owner and Zhang Ze to catch up, then quietly stepped back a few steps, like a fish swimming in water, quietly exiting the crowd.

"Tianyi, Brother Gu!" After winning the first battle, Zhang Ze happily walked off the ring, pushed aside a series of congratulatory people, and went to Gu Qingfeng's side, "Come on, let's have a drink together. Where did Qingying go? Call him together."

Gu Qingfeng smiled and said, "Him? I'll let him go first and help us make arrangements."

"Hahaha, then let's go quickly."

The three of them left in a crowd, and the competition in ring 25 continued.

More than 200 people, relying on lottery to catch pairs, the loser exits.

There were 100 people left on the first day, about 50 people left on the second day, half of them left on the third day, and there were 24 left. After the fourth day, most of the 25 arenas in the school field were removed, leaving only the three in the middle. .

The big waves washed the sand, eliminated layer by layer, and those who were not strong enough were screened out. The 12 people who are still on the field today are all talented people with outstanding strength.

Zhang Ze took a cursory glance and found that he knew most of them. Bi Yan from Wudang, a young monk from Shaolin, a Taoist priest from Xiaoyao, Sand Youqing from Emei, and Feng Huiyao from the Beggar Gang were also there. Lu Xiaoyu said before that the second ancestor The martial arts are good, and it seems that what he said is true.

Then there is Changge's unknown disciple, Huashan's...

He paused. He had seen that Huashan disciple at the inn before, but he forgot his name.

Twelve people, the seven major sects seem to have made an appointment, each family has one out, excluding himself, the other sects, large and small, and various wandering knights actually only accounted for four places.

Thinking about it, the heads of the seven sects themselves are first-class masters in the world, and all the elders in the sect are extremely skilled.His disciples have been taught by famous teachers since they were young, and they practice the most authentic and profound exercises. They have no distractions and concentrate on learning literature and martial arts. The starting point alone is much better than most of the people present. As it should be.

It's just that the power of these seven sects is really too great...

Uneasy thoughts flashed through Zhang Ze's mind, so fast that he couldn't even catch his tail.

Soon, he had no time to pay attention to these.

The results of the fifth day grouping came out.

Although he was prepared to meet acquaintances, Zhang Ze still didn't know whether to cry or laugh after looking at the battle list.

All I saw on the list was written in black and white: Ring No. [-], the second match, Zhang Ze vs. Feng Huiyao.

"Hero Zhang!"

Bi Yan, who came to check the battle table, waved excitedly when he saw an acquaintance.

Zhang Ze immediately felt a large area of ​​sight falling on him, even if Tianyi blocked a lot of them, the remaining thorns made him feel like crawling on his back. I don't know how many small bugs, itchy and itchy.

These people probably want to see who he is, whether he has a green face and fangs, and why he can break out of the encirclement and squeeze out more than 200 knights to stay now.

Zhang Ze coughed uncomfortably. He was a little thankful that the ring battles these days had given him a lot of courage. After being stared at by many people like this, he was able to say hello to Bi Yan without changing his face: "Bi Shaoxia."

Bi Yan congratulated first: "Congratulations to Daxia Zhang for successfully advancing."

"Bi Shaoxia agrees."

The Huashan disciple who was following Bi Yan came over and asked, "Brother Bi and Daxia Zhang know each other?"

Bi Yan nodded and introduced each other: "Daxia Zhang, this is Senior Brother Rong Fang, the direct disciple of Yan Guangliang, the fifth son of Huashan Sect, Master Yan."

Zhang Ze nodded. It turned out that he was Rong Fang who was punished for half an hour for dancing the sword because of pushing the cabbage.

"Senior Brother Rong, this is the Great Xia Zhang Ze I mentioned to you."

Rong Fang raised his hand as a salute: "I've seen Daxia Zhang."

Looking at him like this, it seems that he has completely forgotten the unpleasantness of the first meeting in the inn.

Zhang Ze was so happy, he followed suit and bowed to each other.

A few people exchanged a few simple greetings, Rong Fang excused that he had other matters, so he left first.

After sending Sha Youqing away, Zhang Ze asked: "Bi Shaoxia, I have seen the three disciples of the Huashan School who came to participate in the Martial Arts Association from afar. I remember that the leader at that time seemed to be another knight?"

Bi Yan thought about it, and said clearly: "Daxia Zhang is talking about Senior Brother Xiao. Originally, Senior Brother Xiao also signed up, but halfway through the comparison, he suddenly received an urgent message from Huashan, saying that he was going to Lingzhou Check something and leave in a hurry."

It turned out to be the case.

Zhang Ze understood.

Bi Yan went on to say: "Tomorrow, when we face Feng Huiyao, Daxia Zhang must be more careful."

"Huh?" Zhang Ze was puzzled.

"Feng Huiyao's martial arts are not low. He is good at using a folding fan, and he is used to using some hidden tricks. He has deceived many people. I know that Zhang Daxia can survive the test and survive until today. , when the time comes, Daxia Zhang must be careful."

Bi Yan frowned, with a wrinkle between his eyebrows at such a young age, with a worried look on his face.

Zhang Ze couldn't help laughing: "Thank you Bi Shaoxia for reminding me, I will definitely keep it in mind and deal with it carefully."

In the mountains back then, he learned how to hide hidden weapons from Tianyi.No matter how tricky Feng Huiyao's hidden weapon is, it can still beat Tianyi.

After exhorting several times, Bi Yan left hesitantly with a very worried expression.

After a night of meditation and breath adjustment, the second day's competition was held as scheduled.

Zhang Ze stood on the stage, opposite Hua Peacock who had met once before.

Looking around the arena again, the onlookers blocked the surrounding area tightly, all eagerly looking forward to the start of the competition.

In addition, on the high platform next to it, seven martial arts masters with calm and long breaths sat on it. They were the head of the Changge School, Xie Shengning, and the elders of the other six schools.

Such a formation is far from comparable to the previous few days.

Sweeping around casually, Zhang Ze focused his gaze on Hua Peacock again, secretly guarding himself.

Feng Huiyao held the fan he was carrying upside down in his hand, fisted like a dog, bowed slightly and lowered his head, in a nondescript manner: "Feng Huiyao of the beggar gang, I will teach Zhang Shaoxia how high..."

The word "Zhao" was still in his mouth, Feng Huiyao raised his arms and spread his fan, pointed his toes on the ground, leaned over and rushed forward quickly, the edge of the fan was so sharp, it pointed directly at the vital point of Zhang Ze's throat.

Zhang Ze took a step forward unhurriedly, responding to all changes without any haste, waited for him to get close, raised his hand and patted his fan-holding wrist with the wind of his palm.

Feng Huiyao turned his fan and circled around the back of his hand. Under the infusion of internal force, he almost split Zhang Ze's hand from the middle.

Zhang Ze's eyes were fixed, he withdrew his move halfway, stepped sideways, and bent his elbows into the man's waist.

Feng Huiyao's offensive was blocked, and he was exhausted, so he had no choice but to defend himself. After receiving the blow, he retreated with his strength, and fell back to the original place gracefully. The two stood still.

"it is good!"

"Great!"

There was applause from all around, and on the high platform, Lin Youjian, who was always paying attention to the situation here, nodded again and again: "You are so handsome."

Feng He's complexion was not very good-looking, he secretly glanced at Lin Youjian, and snorted coldly.

On the arena, Feng Huiyao made some adjustments and repeated the old technique, using the fan as a soldier to attack the enemy's weakness.

Don't be old, Zhang Zeqing frowned, he didn't know what kind of medicine Feng Huiyao sold in his gourd, so he simply pretended to be the same way as before.

A trace of disdain flashed in Feng Huiyao's heart. Seeing that the fan in his hand was about to be blocked by the opponent, he closed the fan like a sword and stabbed forward. With a slight movement of his fingers, a few needles as thin as cow hairs suddenly appeared. The momentum flew towards Zhang Ze's throat soundlessly.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the blood splash of this person and fell to the ground dead on the spot.

The distance is too close, and it is too late to change tactics.Fortunately, Zhang Ze was already prepared. He turned back, opened the distance, and exerted a little force on the hilt of the sword, dancing the Hongying sword that was unsheathed for the first time. The needles are all blocked.

"That's... Hongying Sword!"

On the high platform, Feng He's face changed drastically, he stood up abruptly, took two steps forward, and cried out.