It didn't take long.

The news of the third marksmanship exchange competition spread on the Internet. In view of Yang Tian’s incredible performance in the previous two competitions, at first, many people thought that Yang Tian would win three consecutive championships. However, it turned out that Yang Tian won the championship three times in a row.

Even... Lu Chenzhou, a rookie marksman who became a monk on the way, defeated Yang Tian strongly and won the championship at the same time!

Lu Chenzhou was also a small upset.

And it is unprecedented for two people to win the championship.

This makes this marksmanship exchange competition extra special.

Everyone on the Internet is talking about how Lu Chenzhou simply doesn’t give others a chance to survive. He believes in Buddhism and Taoism, he is just a tiger-shaped prodigy, and he also wants to steal the job of marksmanship.

Are there really people who are good at everything and not loose at anything?

Martial arts practitioners of other sword techniques and sword techniques feel happy.

"Fortunately, Lu Chenzhou doesn't like knives despite being in the shape of a tiger."

"I suspect that if he practiced sword practice, it would have the same effect."

Some people are happy, some are worried, and some marksmanship practitioners lament:

"It's over. My marksmanship will be suppressed for an era."

"Don't think too much. We are not competing in the same world as others. The ones who are really worried are the martial arts geniuses of Lu Chenzhou's generation."

…

One hundred thousand mountains.

In a certain ruined temple, Zhang Lingmiao sat quietly and breathed out.

Outside the temple, there are three big demons exuding the aura of the middle stage of the second realm.

There is an extremely sharp sword energy left on them that will not dissipate for a long time.

Outside the door, brothers Ouyang Qing and Ouyang Rong looked in surprise.

"Holy shit, the champion of the exchange competition is Lu Chenzhou?!"

Zhang Lingmiao's eyes turned purple and she smiled:

"Yang Tian lost?"

Ouyang Qingdao:

"No, tied for first place."

Zhang Lingmiao looked at the statue of Master Zhang behind her, put on the incense stick, stood up and said:

"Let's go, this is what a world of great strife is like."

His expression remained calm and unmoved.

The way of heaven is the way of human beings, I will follow my own path!

…

Shennong Mountain.

An invincible figure surrounded by Xuanwu killed wantonly among a group of red-haired monsters. Although he carried a sword on his back, he fought the big monster with his bare hands, which shows his physical strength.

"After completing the "Xuanwu Body" and "Pure Sun Mask", it is indeed extraordinary. My current state should be close to the legendary [Zhenwu Immortal Body]. When I have learned the Taoist Henglian Zhenqi to the point, I can

Make your own way."

After resting, he opened the martial arts forum.

An eye-catching message alert came.

"Lu Chenzhou...the champion of the marksmanship exchange competition?"

Yang Tianzhiqiang, he personally learned and recognized it.

This man's marksmanship is at its peak.

Lu Chenzhou actually tied for the championship with him.

"Did this person get the Gun Immortal inheritance from the Gun Immortal Temple?"

…

For a while.

The prodigies of martial arts traveling all over the world were attracted by the marksmanship exchange competition. The prodigy of boxing from Longcheng won the first place in the art of marksmanship. Combined with Lu Chenzhou's legendary experience of traveling around the world, everyone was suspicious.

"Who is this Lu Chenzhou?"

Looking at ancient and modern times, people with this kind of qualifications are rare. These people, without exception, have become the founders of the Dao, such as Zhang Zu, Lu Zu...

This Lu Chenzhou might become an ancestor one day.

Lu Zu...sounds weird.

One person has the momentum to overshadow other geniuses.

…

Jinling.

Tang Xuan's eyes twitched as he looked at the news with mixed emotions.

"This child is growing up too fast. Those in the Xinle Sect must be anxious. They will kill Lu Chenzhou even if they have to pay the price."

Tang Xie was not in a hurry, he wanted to watch the fire from the other side.

Although Xiaoyaoyou is the largest black warrior organization, its foundation and strength are far inferior to those of the sects that are backed by restricted areas. Don't rush too far in everything.

While the world is in chaos, just keep growing.

He doesn't like Daxia officialdom, nor does he like sects.

What Xiaoyaoyou wants is a world of freedom.

…

Hengduan Mountains.

An old figure sat cross-legged in the forest.

His breath was dormant, his energy was restrained, and he could not show any emotion.

The old man looked at the picturesque Dali City in the distance and murmured:

"I am only one chance away from breaking through. If I can kill this boy and get that mysterious treasure, I will have a chance... Otherwise, my body will die and my Tao will disappear."

As old age approaches, there is nothing to fear from death.

He would rather die in battle than die of old age.

…

Sioux City Long Wu.

Lu Chenzhou and Wang Xian had just gotten out of the car.

A petite and graceful figure wearing training clothes and with a heroic appearance strode over. She has a delicate face and a unique feminine temperament of innocence and maturity.

Fierce and charming tiger, Lin Xia.

Lin Xia, an extremely enthusiastic and unrestrained second senior sister, opened her arms and showed a big sister's smile of being fascinated by her cute little child. She said happily: "Little junior brother, long time no see! You have brought glory to our sect so much.

Just win the championship without saying a word, and let senior sister give you a hug of love on behalf of master!"

Considering Lin Xia's age, Lu Chenzhou is really a son.

Therefore, she can be regarded as Lu Chenzhou's mother's fan.

When Wang Xian saw this, he quickly patted Lu Chenzhou and said:

"Junior brother, I'm going to retreat. You should get acquainted with senior sister."

"Hey, senior brother, don't leave."

Lu Chenzhou quickly grabbed Wang Xian's arm.

"Gan, junior brother!"

Wang Xian was left behind.

A strong wind blew against my face, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Lin Xia's slender and strong arms hugged the stunned Lu Chenzhou, greeted him with a cheek-to-cheek salute, and then hugged Wang Xian, whose face was red and at a loss.

She laughed:

"It's really been a long time no see."

Wang Xian blushed and said:

"Senior sister, didn't we just meet last month?"

Lin Xia: "That's been a long time."
To be continued...