Just as Sun Xiaoyan shocked the audience, Lin Zhengli, who had woken up from a coma, was complaining softly behind his brother.
"Why did you help me admit defeat? If you woke me up then, I might not be able to fight!"
"Then what?" Lin Zhengren didn't even look back.
"If he wasn't careless, how could Barbarian have any chance? Not to mention this guy from Maplewood City, he didn't even lay the foundation! I won't let him win the championship!"
"Even if you beat him, in terms of points, he is still the first-year leader. This is meaningless. Besides..." The corner of Lin Zhengren's mouth twitched slightly, "What if you lose again?"
"How is that possible!" Lin Zhengli looked around, then lowered his voice and said unwillingly: "You don't believe me? Will I lose to him?"
"Who knows?" Lin Zhengren smiled lightly.
Lin Zhengli felt a kind of anger at being looked down upon, especially since he had indeed been knocked down and beaten violently in front of so many people before.
He was about to say something when Lin Zhengren suddenly turned around and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes.
"Remember! You have made enemies with your stupidity."
He lowered his voice and said: "If you are not completely sure, don't give your enemy a chance to defeat you. He has not defeated any of you. His leader is far from perfect."
He let go of his hand, let go of his brother, and turned his head to watch the game. There was no trace of gloom on his elegant face.
"Don't fulfill him."
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In the round battle, Maplewood City had good fortunes, and there was no civil war in the first round.
Li Jianqiu got a bye, and Wang Changxiang and Sun Xiaoyan fought in the first game.
Neither side has any intention of changing the way they fight.
Sun Xiaoyan still rushed forward without thinking, and Wang Changxiang still started with fog.
"What the hell! It's fog again!"
"That's right! I can't see anything clearly!"
They couldn't see the game clearly, and the people watching didn't give the Wang family face.
But the audience's opinion is obviously not considered by Wang Changxiang.
Sun Xiaoyan bumped around in the fog, but all of them were in vain. But after the Dao Jue was completed, the wind blew up and the fog dispersed.
The gentle breath passed through the finger area, became violent in an instant, and turned into a tornado. It roared through the thick fog and hit Sun Xiaoyan!
"Ah!" the little fat man roared angrily, like a pig's grunt, which had no deterrent effect.
But there is no doubt about his strength. He still tried to rush forward amidst the roaring tornado!
His clothes were torn to pieces by the wind, and his face turned red.
His feet gripped the ground firmly, but the floor tiles shattered one by one, and he stepped back step by step.
If you exit outside the line, you lose.
Sun Xiaoyan started to perform the formula. It was extremely difficult for him to perform the formula in such a tornado, but he still succeeded.
A stone wall appeared in front of him, but it was blown apart in one breath.
The gravel hit Sun Xiaoyan's body, causing him to lose control completely. He was swept up into the air and thrown out of the field.
Kun Pi Gu's Taoist art is indeed a powerful defense. Even in such a powerful tornado, he still couldn't see any wounds on his body. There wasn't even a bruise when the gravel hit his body.
But he still lost.
Sun Xiaoyan's defense is almost unsolvable at this stage. If it were a real battle, Wang Changxiang might not be able to do anything against him. But this is a game. If he is blown out of the field, he will win.
Jiang Wang sighed lightly, because he suddenly realized that whether he was facing Wang Changxiang or Sun Xiaoyan, he seemed to have no good solution. The defense of the Four Spirits Body Refining was obviously not as good as the Kunpigu and the Purple Qi Donglai Sword.
Although the tactics are powerful, there is a high probability that they will not be able to break through the defense. If he has a good weapon, he might still have a chance. Currently, he cannot defeat this little fat man.
As for Wang Changxiang, as soon as the breath tornado comes out, he has no choice but to run away.
That's a first-class Taoist skill! How many people in the entire Maplewood City Taoist Academy can use it, given all the teachings?
abnormal!
"Fengque." The old man with a hunchback spoke up again: "His Taoist True Spirit should be Fengque, and he is naturally innately close to the power of wind. That's why he can use first-class Taoism beyond the ranks."
This was the first time Jiang Wang had heard of the Taoist True Spirit like Fengque. In the Taoist Academy’s teachings on Taoist knowledge, the instructors had only described the Earthworm True Spirit. Jiang Wang once thought that all Taoist true spirits
All spirits are earthworms.
Knowledge often indicates strength.
Jiang Wang and the others looked at each other, and their attitude towards this wretched-looking old man became much more correct.
"I haven't asked yet, what's your surname, sir?" Huang Azhan coughed, his attitude was respectful and polite.
Probably because he resented his previous rudeness, the hunchbacked old man had a very bad attitude towards Huang Azhan. He snorted coldly and made no response.
"Yes, grandpa, what's your last name?" Jiang Anan suddenly turned around, with curiosity in his big eyes: "I can always see you, but I don't know what to call you."
"Gui!" The little girl Qingzhi next to her just opened her mouth, and the hunchbacked old man caught it with a bright smile: "My grandpa's surname is Gui, just call him Grandpa Gui."
"This noble surname is so elegant." Huang Azhan shook his head and began to taste it.
His flattery will be endless.
Even Jiang An'an and Qing Zhi quickly turned their heads and returned their gaze to the field.
The second round of fighting has begun.
Wang Changxiang versus Li Jianqiu.
Whether it is the ranking on the Daoxun list or the current combat effectiveness of the two men, Wang Changxiang has an overwhelming advantage. But for some reason, Jiang Wang always feels that Li Jianqiu is more than that.
"Senior Brother Wang, can we not use the rogue Taoist technique of blowing the dragon scroll?" Li Jianqiu discussed it before starting the battle.
Wang Changxiang had already restored his Daoyuan reserves and had full energy at this time. He just smiled when he heard the sound: "Junior brother is joking."
Always gentle.
The secret in hand has been accomplished, and the fog has dispersed.
Li Jianqiu also opened his hands wide at this moment, and a strong wind blew up.
Class B low-grade Taoist skills, call the wind!
This is not the dark fog in Xiaolin Town, which can be blown away by ordinary wind.
After all, the fog is not an unsolvable Taoist magic. What is really unsolvable is just blowing the breath tornado. In the previous two battles, it was not that the opponents did not have the means to break the fog, but they chose their own defense first, but they did not expect it.
It will be destroyed by one blow.
In the venue where the fog had dispersed, Wang Changxiang kept kneading his hands and said in a gentle voice: "Junior Brother Li was not interested in Fengxing Taoism before."
The world of Taoism is vast and boundless. It is better to be specialized than to be miscellaneous, and to be precise is not as good as being knowledgeable.
Li Jianqiu had finished his Taoist battle. He shook out two flaming swords with both hands, pointed his toes, and struck the sky like an eagle.
"I learned it from my senior brother!"
At this moment, he was in the air, his momentum was like a rainbow.
Wang Changxiang's expression remained unchanged, and he put his hands together in front of his lips. The index and middle fingers were connected, and the thumb, ring and tail fingers were connected. In the triangle formed by the middle and ring fingers, he opened his mouth and exhaled.
Blow the breath tornado!
That wisp of breath turned into a tornado in an instant, and Li Jianqiu was already approaching. Without any support, he suddenly flipped several times in the air.
"Okay!" Huang Azhan clapped his hands violently!
Except for rare circumstances, it is almost impossible for human beings to fly physically before the gate of heaven and earth is opened. Li Jianqiu's ability to float in the air is already astonishing.
But everyone around him looked at Huang Azhan as if he were a fool. Huang Azhan clapped his hands a few times and shrank his head in frustration.
Because although Li Jianqiu's floating flip was amazing, it was almost equivalent to admitting defeat when he flipped off the court.
Li Jianqiu landed on the ground, dispersed his dual-wielding flaming swords, and said with a surprised look on his face: "Can you complete the Breathing Tornado so quickly?"
He couldn't help but be surprised. Any discerning cultivator present could see that the chance to defeat Li Jianqiu was only before he finished blowing the breath tornado, but no one knew that he not only controlled a first-class Taoist skill, but also controlled it so well
He is so proficient and so fast that he can even shorten the kneading time!
This also means that in the previous battles, he did not need such a long preparation time at all. The fog was just a trivial layer of blindness, blocking the eyes of opponents like Li Jianqiu.
"Slow down, I feel something is going to happen." Wang Changxiang said with a gentle smile.
Li Jianqiu was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled with relief.
"I lost."
The leader of the three-year-old Three Cities Forum was thus decided. Wang Changxiang won both battles and returned home with great honors.
After this battle, Wang Changxiang got a new nickname, Wang Yichuan...
This means that no matter what opponent he encounters, he can blow it off. Of course, it also expresses that he only has the power of one blow.
In Huang Azhan's words, it is short but powerful.
The next battle between Li Jianqiu and Sun Xiaoyan could no longer affect the outcome, and their battle was also perfunctory.
Although it was still fierce in the eyes of the onlookers, Li Jianqiu almost perfectly demonstrated the fierceness of the fire technique, and his skills were as fast as flying. Sun Xiaoyan also went on a rampage with the Kunpi drum again. Before the confrontation, Li Jianqiu retreated from the line and admitted defeat again.
But in Jiang Wang's view, Li Jianqiu did not try his best because from the beginning to the end, the simple long sword on his waist was never unsheathed.
Everyone left the stage to make way for the battle for the fifth year of the Taoist Academy.
As a familiar junior brother, Jiang Wang naturally wanted to go up and comfort Li Jianqiu with a few words.
But Li Jianqiu spoke first: "I originally prepared a surprise, but I didn't expect there would be no chance to perform."
Jiang Wang knew that he was talking about the astonishing completion speed of Wang Changxiang's breath-blowing tornado.
"We just played against Sanshan City, why don't you give it a try, senior brother?"
Although he was dazzled by the fight just now, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Li Jianqiu had no intention of winning.
Li Jianqiu smiled solemnly: "Firstly, I may not be able to break his defensive skills. Secondly, second and third are meaningless."
He turned around and walked out.
"The game will start soon!" Jiang Wang reminded.
Li Jianqiu had already pressed his sword and moved away: "I won't watch anymore."
This chapter has been completed!