"Du, don't let me wait for you in the second round..."
Zhu Biao was about to go on stage when Jiang Yuke's gloomy tone suddenly came from behind his head. The meaning of these words was not to wish him a smooth passing of the hanging pile formation. Jiang Yuke's meaning was more that he wanted to teach him a lesson in the second level.
Congratulations Biao!
"Huh..." A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "How can I be willing to wait until you?" Zhu Biao summed up the entire Li family with the word "you", not only Jiang Yuke, but also Li Yixiao.
"You——, hurry up!" Nine of the ten people in the row were in place, and only Zhu Biao took two steps forward. Of course, the disciples who were taking the merit test would not accommodate him, and immediately scolded him!
"Haha, you have such a stubborn temper." At the elders' table, a man in his fifties suddenly spoke.
"Just stubborn..." Li Qingyun seemed to be fighting back. After each person said a word, the elders' bench fell into silence again.
"Dead tooth has a bad mouth." Jiang Yuke's eyes sparkled. Although the family elders and the entire sword sect had agreed that Zhu Biao could not have done that thing, his intuition told him that there was something wrong with Zhu Biao.
"Relax, there will be plenty of time in the future." After a few days in the thinking room, Li Yixiao's temper seemed to have become a little calmer. Zhu Biao's counterattack was like a breeze blowing on his face. Maybe as a genius, his family has placed too much trust in him.
I hope that in his opinion, the small matter of rectifying Zhu Biao is not worth mentioning!
"To make you proud, I will collect some interest first!" After stepping onto the position, Zhu Biao took a sharp look at the junior class student on the far right!
Perhaps because his combat effectiveness in the canteen fight was higher than average, Zhu Biao's position today was ranked sixth out of the eight in the middle class. Next to him on the right was Lu Lanfei, and then Qiao Jin.
Then there are the enemy's junior students.
"Group 4, on -"
"Whoosh-" The sound of clothes pierced the air, and everyone wanted to take this first step to take a longer distance.
If you don't fall into the array, you won't know how much pressure there is inside. Even if Zhu Biao didn't save any carelessness, he was almost in a hurry after entering from the hanging piles coming from all directions.
"Dangdangdang——"
With his eyes focused, he stared at the swinging pole, Zhu Biao moved his sword like flying, knocked five times in a row, and then relied on the "Four Square Step" of the perfection state to surge and slide to the right, which was the first time he was loose.
Take a breath.
Good guy, it’s better to hear once than to see once, and to try once is worse than seeing 100 times. The hanging pile hitting from the air is not only a visual test, but the pressure on the soul cannot be underestimated. It’s just Zhu Biao’s 71-point character. , extremely calm and steady, naturally he will not be shaken by the shadow! After ten breaths, Zhu Biao, who felt that he had adapted a little, began to stride forward. He wanted to reach the center of the array before the junior classmate. If If that guy was not killed midway, the center of the formation would be his burial place!
Wang Zhenjie was the first to pass through the center of the formation, but the one who came out earlier than him was Qiao Jin. Not only did this guy lack strength, he was also unlucky. Within ten breaths after entering the formation, he was hit by a hanging stake in the back, and he couldn't help but move forward.
He tilted. It would be difficult to stand still if his feet were unstable in this array. A hanging stake flew from both sides. He waved his sword left and right and staggered to block it. The one that hit him could no longer resist.
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The head of the wooden pillar hit his face. Qiao Jin couldn't reach back with his sword, and he couldn't open his arms with his palms, so he didn't even use the sword. He raised his arms and blocked his face, and his whole body was hit hard by the hanging pillar.
They were all stunned for a moment. And in this moment, he was hit by two lifting stakes in the chest and abdomen one after another, and the whole person was knocked up and thrown straight out of the formation.
The laughter from the surrounding audience could not even be stopped by the formation, and bursts of laughter reached the ears of everyone who entered the formation.
"Shameful." Shi Mingfei and Lu Yuxi blushed.
Of course Zhu Biao didn't know what happened specifically, but he knew that the guy who made the joke was Qiao Jin. Because there was a passage to his right, the figure disappeared. But as long as the figure on the far right was still there, he felt more
That's still what I'm concerned about.
"Zhu Biao——" Zhang Meng worked hard to reach his sincerity. He saw a dark shadow in the corner of his eye and turned to look at Zhu Biao, the enemy of the small class.
Zhang Meng felt nervous and surprised, but then he felt happy. If he could defeat Zhu Biao in the center of the formation, wouldn't Jiang Yuke be a big success after he came out of the formation? Even Li Yixiao could think highly of him.
One glance.
With a ferocious smile, he only rushed towards Zhu Biao. He only thought that Zhu Biao had arrived at the center of the formation at about the same time as him, but he didn't know that the target in his eyes had been waiting for him at the same place for a long time.
"asshole--"
"hateful--"
In the fifth column, Li Yixiao and Jiang Yuke were furious. Outside the formation, they could see clearly. The black shadow of Zhu Biao in the seventh channel had been parked in the center of the formation for a while, completely waiting.
Send Zhang Meng forward in the tenth lane?
"This man is so bold..." Long Yan blinked her eyes. Zhu Biao was so clearly in conflict with the Li people, which made her who had always been "protecting only herself" greatly surprised and a little impressed.
"Interesting..." Someone at the elders' table said two words.
Li Qingyun closed his mouth.
The rules of the sword sect stipulate that when breaking into the hanging pile formation, a minor fight is allowed as long as there is no malicious harm to anyone in the center of the formation.
"Duh -" Zhu Biao took action immediately. It was almost half a stick of incense. Isn't this the moment he was waiting for? What else is there to be modest about!
That is to say, if you take action against Li Yixiao's men, do it openly and aboveboard.
A villain has long relationships, and a gentleman is magnanimous. Zhu Biao is not a gentleman, but he does not imitate a villain.
"Dou..." The three-foot green-edged sword hit the hanging pole that was flying towards him, instantly changing the direction of the wooden pillar's attack. The wooden pillar that was originally flying towards Zhu Biao swung diagonally towards Zhang Meng's head.
When the sword flew out, Zhu Biao immediately swung his sword left and right to knock away the incoming hanging stake, and approached Zhang Meng with long strides.
One, two, three...
"When——" The two swords in the formation finally clashed.
""Three Pieces of Raging Waves"——" Zhu Biao, who had been gathering momentum for a long time and was well prepared, waved his left palm towards the head of a wooden pile, and with great force, the wooden pile instantly flew backwards and hit Zhang Meng's chest.
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The long sword in Zhang Meng's right hand was held down by Zhu Biao, but he was not one to sit still and wait for death. His left hand was also free. In the "Fubo Palm Technique", he struck out with the "Go with the Flow" move, hitting the wood that was knocked upside down.
pile.
The palm pillars collided. How could Zhang Meng's hastily played "Go with the Flow" be the opponent of Zhu Biao's "Three Waves of Raging Waves" that Zhu Biao had been preparing for a long time and had reached the perfect state. There was a "click" sound, and Zhang Meng left
The palm of his hand was severely bruised, and his left arm became useless in a short period of time.
"Triple Waves of Raging Waves" did not disgrace its reputation as the most powerful palm technique in the early days of the Nine Curved Sword School. In order to cultivate it to the Great Perfection, Zhu Biao spent the last few days in Yinfeng Cave, regardless of the cost.
It came from opening the martial arts hall.
"Ah——" After all, he was still a child. Zhang Meng had a fierce name, but he was not yet a mature man. He immediately screamed out in pain when his left palm was severely bruised. Once he was calm, there was no need for Zhu Biao to do anything dangerous again.
"Dong dong..." Amidst the continuous collision of the lifting piles, this year's inner disciple selection competition, the first disciple in the small class fell down.
"Hahaha..." As if the excitement was not enough, or because of his heart, Zhu Biao laughed loudly in the heart of the formation, and then Shi Shiran waved his sword and walked towards the finish line. "I
Just looking for trouble——"
ps: Updates are reduced on Sundays and Saturdays, because in addition to having something to do on Saturday, I still have to save articles for next week.
I finished signing this week, and I gave a recommendation next week. Although it is the worst recommendation for new books in the category of novels, it is not a recommendation at all.
Three updates a day for the first two days. It is best to try to update three times a day for the whole week. It depends on whether there are too many things. Of course, it also depends on the strength of the book friends!
The data of the new book issue is the most important. This book has to be clicked but not clicked. It needs to be voted but not voted. The collection is as slow as a snail. If the results during the recommendation period next week are poor, the future of the whole book will be in trouble!
Therefore, you must work hard next week! Han|Feng will naturally work hard on coding, and I hope brothers can vote more and collect more, so you can do your best!
Every click, every collection, every recommendation vote is my every ounce of motivation!
