The fat man landed lightly and looked at the masked man in gray clothes who was called master by He Yunluo. The man in gray clothes slowly walked into the arena with a veil. Every step he took would leave a deep mark on the hard granite floor of the martial arts arena.

The fat man's energy surged, and he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. In the stands, Tang Jiusheng and others were shocked by the inner strength of the man in gray, but they were also puzzled by his covering his face. Of course, only Princess Qingchuan

Except He Yunluo.

The masked man in gray clothes slowly walked up to the sword that had been inserted into the granite floor by the fat man when he was showing off his skills. He bent down and clamped the hilt of the sword left on the ground between the middle and index fingers of his right hand. With a slight lift, the sword jumped up.

After getting out of the ground, he jumped into the air four to five feet high, and then fell rapidly. The man in gray easily grabbed the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The man in gray clothes held the sword, walked five steps away from the fat man, and stood still. On the stands, everyone couldn't help but applaud and cheer. This skill of picking onions on dry land is indeed beautiful! The man in gray clothes walked up to the fat man,

He chuckled softly through the veil: "This fat brother, please show me your weapons and teach me!" Judging from the voice, it should be a middle-aged man.

The fat man squinted his eyes and felt the flow of Qi in the opponent's body. He should be roughly the same as himself, that is, at the peak of the second level and not yet in the first level. The fat man relaxed and looked at Zhu Congwu who was standing under the bleachers holding a sledgehammer.

Zhu Congwu understood the idea and ran all the way into the martial arts arena with the hammer on his shoulder. He came to the fat man and handed the two sledgehammers to the fat man. Zhu Congwu was really strong in martial arts. Most people really couldn't carry these 300-pound sledgehammers.

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The fat man took his sledgehammer from Zhu Congwu and said with a playful smile: "Thank you for your hard work, brother!" Zhu Congwu smiled and said nothing. He turned around and ran out of the martial arts arena to watch the fun outside. The fat man held the hammer and faced Gray.

The masked man bent down and bowed, and said sincerely: "Senior, Jiang Zhenyu, can I ask for your name before I take action?"

The man in gray clothes was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled softly: "My name? Alas, I haven't used it for many years, and I have almost forgotten it. Looking at the way you just threw the sword into the ground, you should not be at a disadvantage.

This guy’s apprentice, right? Your master is only in the third-level martial arts realm, but it’s really rare that he can teach you such a proud disciple! You ask me my name? Well, as long as you beat me, I will tell you what my name is!"

The fat man smiled bitterly. He said his name only after he won the battle. It's not that funny! The fat man simply stopped talking and opened the hammer. The silver energy on the hammer overflowed, and the tigers and tigers who used the mountain hammer method all the way were in full swing.

Within three feet, there was an invisible air wall. The sword light in the hand of the man in gray was lingering, and he cut several gaps in the air wall. However, the gaps were quickly filled up by the air machine on the fat man's hammer. The fat man who used the hammer did not

He took the initiative to attack but chose to protect himself. What kind of play is this?

Tang Jiusheng in the stands was a little surprised when he saw this scene. Fatty gave in at the beginning? Instead of taking the initiative to attack, he piled up an invisible wall of energy in front of him to defend himself. The problem is that the opponent uses a sword. What is the weight of the sword and what is the weight of the hammer?

If the other party is willing, the one who uses the hammer will die first if he uses up his energy until the end. But Tang Jiusheng is not in a hurry, and the fat man is not a fool. How can a disciple who doesn't suffer losses suffer easily?

In the stands, everyone had different expressions. He Yunluo, who always had his eyes high above his head, rarely showed a solemn expression. It turned out that he came from

I am a frog in a well, this fat man is obviously much more capable than me, even my master cannot win quickly against the fat man.

After a cup of tea, the man in gray was obviously a little impatient. No matter how he attacked with his sword, the fat man would fight steadily without any movement. The indifferent expression on his face made it clear that the fat man wanted to fight you until the end.

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Facing such a young young man, the man in gray clothes, who is of the same generation as Bu Fengming, who does not suffer from the nickname, actually did not even take advantage of more than twenty swords. Where can I put this old face?

The man in gray was angry in his heart, shouted loudly, jumped up, jumped in the air, and stabbed his head with a sword like a rainbow piercing the sun. He followed the sword and took it straight to the fat man's head. The green sword on the sword body

The energy rose again and again, without any reservation, forming a faint stream of cyan light in the air. An ordinary sword was actually used with the power of an epee. The man and the sword became one, obviously trying to defeat the enemy with one sword.

The fat man raised his head and looked at the man in gray who had pounced on him in the air. He did not panic. He swung the hammer with his right hand decisively and pointed the tip of the hammer to the tip of the sword. The fat man smiled coldly and said softly: "Fat man, I still don't believe what you have in your hand."

The sword can pierce this hammer!" The sword in the hand of the man in gray pierced the hammer, and it instantly bent into a large semicircle. The man followed the sword, and then bounced out in the opposite direction. The harsh sound of the metal colliding was almost tearing.

Cracked eardrum.

It turned out that this sword was just a clever cover-up, and the sonic attack was the one that caused real damage to the opponent. Tang Jiusheng calmly put his hand on the little girl Zu Qingqiu's shoulder, took the sonic attack for her, and stood.

The maid Renxiang who was next to Princess Qingchuan put her hand on the back of Princess Qingchuan's heart, neutralizing most of the attack. Even so, Princess Qingchuan was so shocked that she turned pale and moved away more than ten feet away.

It’s so uncomfortable for everyone, let alone the people fighting in the field.

The little girl Zu Qingqiu didn't understand the power of this move. She suddenly flashed her big eyes and asked softly: "Master, this man's sword is so powerful! If it hits the ground, will it make a big hole?" Tang Jiusheng laughed.

He smiled, just stroked her hair with his hand, and slowly shook his head. If this sword fell on the ground, it would not make a big hole, but a big crater.

The fat man was knocked back more than ten steps away. His shoes dragged two three-inch deep grooves on the granite ground. The fat man shook his big head, trying to calm down the surging Qi and blood in his body, and spit out a mouthful of turbid air, invisible Qi.

The wall disappeared invisible. The man in gray used the sonic attack generated by this sword to break through the invisible air wall of the fat man's turtle shell defense.

The man in gray clothes took advantage of the sword and then moved away without stopping. He moved flexibly left and right, and a sword flew up and down around the fat man. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sword light swirled around, covering the fat man in the sword light. Everyone in the stands was suddenly dazzled.

, there was only a green sword curtain in the field but no one could be seen. The man in gray used fast swordsmanship, and most of the time his sword moves were light and agile, but occasionally he deliberately increased the force on a few sword moves. Typical examples were virtual and real, nine light and one heavy.

style of play.

The fat man was caught off guard by the sonic attack just now. For a moment, the energy in his body was scattered and unable to gather quickly. However, the fat man did not panic. He used the two hammers in his hands to build a defense line composed of hammer shadows, struggling to guard all the vital points in his body.

The fat man's hammering skills were meticulous, but the man in gray still couldn't attack five feet in front of the fat man with his fast sword. The fat man

Fight and retreat at the same time, slowly recovering your energy, in order to fight for a long time.

The man in gray was anxious. He had already used his hidden killer sonic attack, but he still couldn't take down the little fat man in front of him. Then he also resisted the sharp sword attack all the way. It was really unexpected.

It was already dusk, and in the twilight the man in gray jumped up in the air again, slashing his head with the sword in his hand. A cold green light flashed in the air, reflecting the red clouds in the sky, which made people feel heartbroken in this hot summer.

There was a vague biting chill.

When the sword struck, the fat man's energy finally recovered. He waved the sledgehammer in his hand and faced it without hesitation. After a loud noise, the sword in the man's hand was broken, and even the veil was broken.

The collision was destroyed. The helpless man in gray was holding a half-severed sword in his hand and his face was ashen. Under the setting sun, everyone saw the face of a middle-aged man. Half of his face looked very elegant, but the other half had a streak.

A deep scar.

Everyone finally understood the reason why the man in gray wore a black veil. The fat man was obviously surprised. Facing the middle-aged man standing in a daze across from him, the fat man took a long time to say, "Senior, I'm sorry!"

The middle-aged man sighed, discarded the half-broken sword on the ground, turned around and left, with a lonely figure. He Yunluo jumped down from the stands and chased the disfigured middle-aged man. The mystery in his heart was finally solved. No wonder Master

He has been covering his face for so many years. It turned out that he did not want the scars on his face to be seen. He Yunluo shouted loudly from behind the middle-aged man: "Master! Wait!"

The middle-aged man stopped, but never looked back, probably because he did not want to face the crowd with his injured face. He Yunluo ran to the middle-aged man, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said emotionally: "Master

, For ten years, I have never known why you, the old man, always cover your face, and I only found out the reason today! I swear, I will practice martial arts hard from today on, and one day, I will avenge you, the old man!"

The middle-aged man sighed again, stretched out his hands to lift He Yunluo up, and said kindly: "Yunluo, get up. It's rare for you to be filial. Master, thank you! Back then, your father invited me to teach you martial arts in the mansion.

Today you have achieved some success. Master is very pleased. Master has taught you all his skills. There is nothing more he can teach you. Master is leaving today. Practice your martial arts well and don’t let Master

disappointment!"

The fat man had already handed the hammer to Zhu Congwu. When he heard the middle-aged man saying that he was leaving the princess's house, he also ran over. He asked angrily: "Senior, do you, as a senior, break your promise? Just now you said that as long as

If I win, you just tell me your name. Why do you want to run away if you lose? Even if you leave, you have to leave your name before leaving! Besides, you don’t really lose, but the sword is not a precious weapon.

It was just broken by the Qi machine!"

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the fat man, his face as dark as water, "Jiang Zhenyu, your master Bu Fengming and I were good friends back then. How could you be so arrogant when talking to an elder?"

The fat man rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Senior, you can't blame me for this! There is no sin for those who don't know! You don't tell me your name, how do I know you are my master?
Chapter completed!