Dongzhang's upper body leaned slightly on the back of the chair, with his hands casually resting on the chair handles. Three fingers of his right hand hooked the handle of the black iron sword, and the scabbard was drooped against the ground.
Behind him were Xiao Longnu and others standing quietly.
The people present were all top-notch masters in the world, and naturally they all saw that the skill Dongzhang showed before was actually a way to control the internal power at will.
At this time, everyone in the venue had different expressions. It was the first time for Gongsun Zhi to see such a domineering person. He knew that he was definitely not a kind person, so he carefully observed Dongzhang and the others.
But apart from the three young girls of similar age, only the scary-looking old woman made him look at it a little longer. After looking at it for a while, Gongsun Zhi said calmly: "Who are you? I, Jueqinggu, seem to have nothing to do with you.
We know each other, right? Are you looking in the wrong place?"
After saying this, Jin Lun Dharma King and others turned to look at Dong Zhang, who was sitting in the middle of the hall, wanting to see how he would respond.
Turning his fingers to play with the black iron knife handle, Dongzhang looked at Gongsun Zhi and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. Your name is Gongsun Zhi. This is the Valley of Jueqing, so there is nothing wrong with that."
Staring at the long dark knife being turned by Dongzhang's fingers, Gongsun Zhi knew that this must be a peerless magic weapon. His own fishing net was made of gold and steel wires. It was impossible for ordinary swords to cut through it, but this one was impossible to cut through.
Gongsun Zhi was secretly shocked when the weird-looking long knife broke through the fishing net array that he was proud of with just one blow.
Turning around and sitting down again, Gongsun Zhi clapped his hands and said, "Show the guests some tea."
After saying this, a man in green clothes jumped into the inner hall. After a while, he came out with a cup of tea in his hand and came to Dong Zhang to offer it with both hands.
Taking the tea cup with one hand, Dongzhang lifted the tea lid with his index finger and thumb, raised his eyes and glanced inside, and said with a smile: "I'm not here to drink tea. Where is the sword room?"
Gongsun Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you?!"
Fan Yiweng was originally a very well-educated person, but when he saw that Dongzhang's actions were extremely irrational, he was already suppressing anger in his heart. Now he saw that Dongzhang had no respect for his master, and he could no longer suppress his heart.
In anger, he stood up with a steel staff and said: "My master treats you politely over and over again, don't be too ungrateful!!"
Glancing at the short Fan Yiweng, Zhang Dong suddenly yelled at the expressionless Gongsun Zhi above him, pushed the tea cup lightly with three fingers, and swung his left hand forward: "Then don't keep chattering."
I saw the tea cup spinning rapidly and flying towards Gongsun Zhi. Under such a violent rotation, not even a drop of water in the cup leaked out. Gongsun Zhi's expression changed, and he secretly raised his energy, stretched out his hand to catch the flying cup with one palm.
tea cup.
As soon as he caught the tea cup, the rotating force rubbed his palm slightly in pain. Before he could recover, the tea lid flew up into the air with a thump, and the tea in the cup also sloshed out.
Most of it was sprinkled directly on Gongsun Zhi's face.
Seeing this, Gongsun Zhi's expression changed again, and he quickly turned his head to avoid it. However, even so, a lot of tea still spilled on his brand new clothes, and even a few tea leaves were stained on it, making him look quite embarrassed.
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Ma Guangzuo laughed happily when he saw this: "Hahahaha, Master Wuna, you don't look very good now."
Gongsun Zhi's face was extremely ugly at this moment, and his pair of gloomy eyes stared fiercely at Dong Zhang, who was sitting directly opposite.
Fan Yiweng, who was standing next to him, could no longer hold back his anger and shouted: "This is too much bullying. Master, I will teach you a lesson for this rude person!"
Fan Yiweng thought to himself: This fight takes Master's face into consideration, it is a real matter of life and death, and there will be no mercy.
With a whirring sound, the ninety-nine and eighty-one water-splashing staff techniques were launched. The staff technique is called "splashing water", which means that water cannot be poured in, which shows that it is rigorous and tight.
When the staff was deployed, the sound was loud at first, but after a few moves, it gradually became apparent that the direction of the swing was slightly off, the head of the staff was a little tilted, and the sound of the wind was also slightly weakened.
In response to this, Dongzhang still sat quietly in his position, making no movement at all, and not even the slightest intention to stand up.
When Fan Yiweng arrived in front of him, Dongzhang moved his fingers slightly, pushed open the black iron knife with his thumb, and slashed upwards with a diagonal slash with his backhand.
The speed of this knife was faster than what the naked eye could capture. Everyone saw a flash of red light, and the steel staff in Fan Yiweng's hand had been split into two by the long knife, and was cut flat from the middle.
The sharp sword intent cut off the steel staff and still continued to attack Fan Yiweng's chest and abdomen. The man's eyes were horrified. He held a broken staff in each hand and stopped his forward movement. He quickly turned back to avoid it.
The edge of the long sword.
The body avoided it, but the beard that reached the ground was cut off with a knife, and a large handful was shaved off, and it fell lightly to the ground.
The Dharma King shook his head when he saw it, thinking: If you fight Dongzhang in close combat, you will definitely be seeking death. This kid's knife is fast and urgent, and his attacks are silent. It's lucky for this long-bearded man to save his life.
.....
With just one move, he was defeated by the opponent. At this moment, Fan Yiweng's mind and body were completely involuntarily. He saw that he was stumbling, and if he turned a few more times, he would fall down immediately.
Gongsun Valley Master Dou Ran leaped high, and while he was in mid-air, he raised his palm and slapped the head of the steel staff, then moved it back slightly. This slap seemed light, but the force was extremely strong. He slapped the steel staff more than two feet into the ground.
, and immediately stopped turning.
Fan Yiweng firmly grasped the broken stick with both hands to prevent him from falling, but his body was swaying this way and that as if he was drunk, and he could not calm down for a while.
Xiaoxiangzi, Yin Kexi and others looked at Dongzhang and then at Gongsun Valley Master, thinking that these two people were not easy to deal with. Let's see who wins and who loses in this battle, and they all feel gloating and watching the fire from the other side.
Only Ma Guangzuo wholeheartedly helped Dongzhang and shouted loudly: "Brother, good work! Short Beard loses!"
Fan Yiweng took a deep breath, calmed his mind, turned around, knelt down to his master, bowed several times, kowtowed four times, and without saying a word, he slammed into the stone pillar.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone was shocked. They never expected that he was so fierce and would commit suicide after being frustrated in the competition.
Gongsun Valley Master shouted: "No!"
He jumped out from the table and reached out to grab his vest, but the distance was too far, and Fan Yiweng was extremely quick when he hit him, but his grasp was empty.
Fan Yiweng jumped forward and hit the pillar. He had exerted 100% of his strength, but just when he was about to knock down the stone pillar, the sound of jingling bells sounded. The sound was very sweet, and a white silk ribbon flew in front of Fan Yiweng.
It wrapped around his neck, and the white silk was pulled back. Fan Yiweng's forward body also lost its accuracy and fell onto the floor tiles next to it.
As the white silk in Xiao Longnu's hand shook, the small golden ball hanging around Fan Yiweng's neck spun twice, then suddenly flew back and fell firmly into Xiao Longnu's hand.
Everyone present was shocked when they saw the miraculous skills of this hand. They all turned to look at the cold-faced Xiao Longnu, seeing that she was only sixteen or seventeen years old. How could she have such superb skills?
His heart was no longer calm, and he began to re-evaluate the strength of Dong Zhang and his party.
The most excited person was the old naughty boy Zhou Botong. When he saw Xiao Longnu taking action, his eyes had already brightened up. He immediately jumped to Longnu's side and shouted: "Hey, hey, hey! Little girl, what kind of kung fu is this?! Can you teach me?
Me, can you please teach me!!"
Seeing that he was a little too close, Xiao Longnu frowned slightly, moved two steps towards Dong Zhang, and said coldly: "You are not my apprentice, why should I teach you?"
Zhou Botong was stunned when he heard this, and then he did something that shocked everyone present. Without any hesitation, he knelt down on his knees in front of Xiao Longnu, and kowtowed three times: "I
Zhou Botong is willing to pay homage... uh... what's your name?"
He dared to kowtow to the person he was apprenticed to without even understanding him. This made everyone speechless for a while. They had never seen such a strange person. The martial arts master lost his face.
Seeing him like this, Xiao Longnu frowned deeply, took a step back and said: "Get up, you are too old, I won't accept you."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Botong became anxious: "Oh! Don't be like this! I'm very smart! I can learn everything with just a lesson. Just teach me, okay?"
Zhou Botong knelt around Xiao Longnu's feet reluctantly, holding her sleeves tightly with his dirty hands, as if you wouldn't let me go until you teach me.
Xiao Longnu had mysophobia, and it was very serious. Everyone in Dongzhang knew this, and they all watched the show happily. Lu Yao looked amused, and he clapped his hands happily and said, "Old
Grandpa, do you want to join our sect? Then you are the lowest in seniority, so you will call me Senior Sister."
"Okay, okay, senior sister, senior sister." Now Zhou Botong is really a naughty kid, willful to the point of being shameless and shameless.
"Let go!" Xiao Longnu thought that she was really angry at this moment, and she stared at Zhou Botong at her feet with a pair of beautiful eyes and said sternly.
Looking at the little dragon girl with evil eyes, Zhou Botong instinctively shrank his neck in fear, but he still frowned and said: "Don't let it go!"
Even so, her voice was a bit weaker, and she was obviously still a little afraid of Xiao Longnu.
In the original work, he is also Xiao Longnu’s first close friend and Xiao Longnu’s only friend. He is obedient to her to the extreme, and with his temper, no one can do anything. When Xiao Longnu opens her mouth, this old boy
I'm scared.
The same is true now, history has overlapped again, but the circumstances are different.
"Will you let it go!" Xiao Longnu looked at the black stains on her sleeves, and her pretty face became colder and colder.
"I...I..." Zhou Botong was a little at a loss at this moment, but his hands were still holding Xiao Longnu's sleeves tightly.
Seeing this, Dongzhang finally spoke: "Old naughty boy, she is an expert in the art of controlling peaks and sleeping on ropes."
Zhou Botong's eyes suddenly brightened when he heard this, and he said in surprise: "Is it her?!"
Dongzhang nodded cheerfully: "Yes."
"Now is not the time to fool around, let go, I will let her teach you afterwards."
With Dongzhang's assurance, the old naughty boy stood up, released his dirty hands holding Long Nu's sleeves, and stood closely beside Xiao Long Nu with a flattering look on his face.
Seeing him approaching again, Longnu frowned and walked away, but the old naughty boy followed closely wherever he went, as if he was afraid that Xiao Longnu would run away.
In response to this, Xiao Longnu had no choice but to let him go with her eyes, nose, nose and heart, out of sight.
After Leng Buding saw such a farce, everyone present couldn't help but feel a lot lighter. Only Gongsun Zhi still had a gloomy yellow face, staring at Dongzhang gloomily, and said in a loud voice: "What do you mean?!"
The corner of Dongzhang's mouth raised slightly: "What do you mean? Ha..."
Turning his head slightly to look at Fan Yiweng who looked lost, Dongzhang sneered: "Are you dead, father or mother? What does winning or losing in a martial arts competition mean? If you lose one game, you will commit suicide. Those who have lost hundreds of thousands of games
Aren’t those who are there going to die a hundred times a thousand times?”
As soon as Dongzhang's words came out of his mouth, Fan Yiweng felt as if he had been slapped in the head, and his heart was shaken. He saw Dongzhang again and said: "I have never seen my parents since I was born. I grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. Even so, I have never had a chance.
Looking for shortcomings, what kind of behavior are you doing? Being loyal? That is a cowardly act, and people like you will be clean after death."
Gongsun Zhi's face was extremely ugly at this time, and he shouted: "Your Majesty, what you said is too much!"
"Oh, aren't you happy?"
Dongzhang stood up in an instant, stared directly at Gongsun Zhi, who was above him, and sneered: "This is how we always do things..."