The sword slave didn't take this too seriously. He frowned, jumped up, jumped next to Zeng Hui's body, and reached out to remove Zeng Hui's human skin mask.
The human skin masks of ordinary disguisers are all attached to the face, with only one layer, which can be peeled off from the neck. Zeng Hui's human skin mask is very special. It is not just a face, but a whole face.
Human skin!
This whole piece of human skin can wrap the whole body of the disguised person, and putting it on the body is like wearing clothes. This kind of disguise technology is so ingenious and magical that there are no flaws in the body surface, and outsiders cannot check it at all.
come out.
The sword slave fumbled for a long time, but could not find the edge of the human skin mask on Zeng Hui's face. He was somewhat panicked and suspected that he had killed the wrong person.
Seeing this, Zhao Zheng sent a message again: "Senior, the clay figurine's ability to disguise himself is unparalleled in the world. It is different from the human skin masks of ordinary people. You have to pull his face hard to expose his disguise."
The sword slave looked back, looking for the person who sent the message, but found nothing, and no one looked like him. At this point, he had no choice but to continue to listen to the message and do it one by one. He turned around
Turning around, he reached out to Zeng Hui's face, pinched the skin, pulled upwards hard, and lifted the skin up. Not long after, he heard the sound of cracking silk, and his face was broken into two pieces!
A piece of face was left in the sword slave's hand, and the rest of the face was still on Zeng Hui's face, revealing a large irregular hole. Under the hole was not a flesh and blood wound, but another layer of intact face!
The sword slave was surprised. He looked at the face in his hand and found that it was very smooth and delicate. There was only a thin layer, about a few sheets of paper thick. Looking at Zeng Hui's face again, the surface layer was also very smooth, but underneath it was damaged.
My skin is no longer good, it is sallow, with many wrinkles and age spots.
The sword slave put his hand into Zeng Hui's damaged face and pulled hard. It was like tearing a rag bag, and a large piece of fake skin was pulled off.
Zeng Hui lost the cover of his human skin mask, revealing most of his face and his entire neck, with wrinkled skin underneath.
The sword slave became more energetic, and with three strokes, he tore off the rest of the human skin masks, and even the wig, revealing Zeng Hui's true face.
Zeng Hui has been hiding under a human skin mask all year round. His skin lacks sunlight and looks very sick. His face is sallow and full of wrinkles. He is obviously in his forties. He looks like he is approaching sixty.
The sword slave has never met Zeng Hui and does not know whether this person is Zeng Hui, but judging from the person's ability to disguise himself and his behavior, there is no doubt that he is Zeng Hui.
Even though this person was not Zeng Hui, he still committed the crime of deceiving Zhujian Villa, and it would be a shame to die.
"You dare to put on a human skin mask and pretend to be a young man to blend in with the fighters. You are really brave." The sword slave snorted. He grabbed Zeng Hui's body and threw it out of the door. "Here
This is the Holy Land of Sword Tomb, and we cannot let your corpse defile this place."
Zeng Hui's body was like a sandbag, flew more than ten feet away, and landed on the mountain road, leaving blood all over the ground.
Among the people present, only Zhao Zheng understood the ins and outs. He knew what was going on. The rest were a little confused. Some people didn't even know who Zeng Hui was. Some were inexperienced or soft-hearted.
The person was more or less frightened, and his face changed several times.
The sword slave turned around and scanned everyone with his electric eyes. When he saw that the messenger still didn't come out to meet him, he had to hold his fists and thank him: "Thank you for reminding me, little friend, for helping me eradicate a cheater. I heard that this clay figurine Zeng Zenghui
He has always behaved improperly. Killing him can be regarded as removing a scourge to the martial arts world."
The method of transmitting messages was very secretive. No one knew that Zhao Zheng was transmitting messages for Sword Slave. When they heard Sword Slave's words, everyone became even more confused.
The sword slave didn't bother to explain. Besides, this was a quiet place in the sword tomb, so it was not convenient to stay for too long. He jumped back to the stone platform and ordered the few remaining beaters to continue accepting Zi Chujian's sword.
Test, and warn them to come forward quickly if they cheat. If they are found out by Zi Chujian, then the problem will be huge.
If there were really cheaters among the remaining people, they would be scared to death after seeing Zeng Hui's miserable state. Fortunately, these people are all genuine young people, and there are no more cheaters.
Under the urging of the Sword Slave, the remaining people stepped forward one by one. The fourth person from the bottom took his turn, while Zhao Zheng took the turn of the third from the bottom.
Jiang Ming passed smoothly, and then it was Zhao Zheng's turn.
Zhao Zheng stepped forward, got close to Zichujian, and felt the cold air coming from the sword. He took a deep look at Zichujian, with a trace of greed in his eyes. He fought with the others
Like the challengers, they all dream of getting the Zichu Sword and greatly improving their strength. But to achieve this goal, just looking at it is not enough. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and an almost undetectable wave penetrated
His body slowly stirred from the palm of his hand until it spread throughout his body.
This kind of invisible fluctuation came all at once, lasted for several breaths, and became more and more intense. This kind of fluctuation is emitted by the sword spirit. The sword spirit can use this method to feel the world or interact with the people around it.
Spiritual communication.
Zhao was closing his eyes, feeling the fluctuations. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind. The voice was very neutral, his gender could not be identified, and he was very young.
"I feel your vigorous body, the fire in your heart, and your lion-like fighting spirit. A young warrior like you is exactly the master I want. I am very optimistic about you.
, you should behave well during the fight."
The sound resounded directly in Zhao Zheng's mind, not in his ears. It was obviously not a sound coming from the sound transmission method.
Zhao Zheng was shocked when he heard this, looked at Zi Chujian blankly, and said secretly in his heart: "Are you talking to me?"
The previous voice disappeared without any response.
The sword slave felt that time was enough, so he announced that Zhao Zheng had passed the test and asked him to step aside.
Zhao Zheng did not act as he was told, but still held the hilt of the Zichu sword tightly and shouted in his heart, but still could not get any response.
Standing behind Zhao Zheng was Little Butterfly Anxin. When she saw that Zhao Zheng was refusing to leave, she became confused and urged: "Are you planning to stand here all day? Now that you have passed the test, hurry up and let him go."
Come on, don't hinder this girl from conducting the test."
Only then did Zhao Zheng come back to his senses. He reluctantly let go of his hand and left Zi Chu Jian. He stepped forward. He looked at the palm of his hand and recalled what he had just heard. Those voices sounded from his mind.
Yes, could it be that Zi Chujian was communicating with him?
This was really an accident beyond his expectation. This kind of thing would not happen in the game. Generally, only after a high-grade sword recognizes its owner, such spiritual communication will be carried out with the owner.
Could it be said that Zi Chujian already recognized him?
His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly gave up on such a whimsical thought. Zi Chujian had said that he should perform well in the ring. From what he meant, he just had a good impression of him, not to the point of recognizing him as his master.
.Presumably not only him, but others may also have heard about this kind of business.
He thought about it. He had already walked in front of Jiang Ming and asked smoothly: "Brother Jiang, did you hear any strange sounds when you were holding the Zichu sword just now?"
Jiang Ming shook his head and said: "I didn't hear any strange noises. I just felt something strange in my body, as if something had gotten in. After I released the hilt of the sword, the strangeness disappeared. Why, did you hold it?
Did you hear other sounds when you were using the sword for the first time? Could it be that someone was transmitting messages to you?"
"Oh, there was no sound, maybe I heard it wrong." Zhao Zheng hesitated.
The sword slave on the side heard the conversation between Zhao Zheng and the two, turned his head and looked over, took a few more glances at Zhao Zheng, and then took a few more glances at Zi Chu's sword, showing a playful smile.
Xiaodie Anxin and another challenger named Zibuyuyun Qianhe also successfully passed the test. The test ended successfully, and ended with Zeng Hui's death in blood.
The original twenty-one beaters became twenty beaters after eliminating the clay figurine Zeng Zenghui. Now it was convenient to draw lots and compete.
The sword slave stood on the stage, glanced at everyone with a smile, and nodded: "Very good. All of you have passed the test and have obtained the qualifications to compete in the martial arts competition. The arena meeting will be officially held in three days, so you should prepare well before that.
.Eat more and drink more. Keep your spirits up. The day before the arena is held, I will ask you to draw lots. The lots will be in pairs. Those who draw the same lot will be determined.
A pair of candidates for a duel. There are exactly twenty of you now. There will be a total of ten matches on the first day. The winner will advance and the loser will be eliminated. If someone is seriously injured and cannot participate in the next duel, then take a few breaks in the middle.
God, wait until the injured recover, then proceed to the next round of competition, and strive to keep you in the best condition for each round."
After speaking, the sword slave led the group of beaters down the stone platform and left along the stone steps.
There are only three days left before that battle between dragon and tiger.
…
Wolong Mountains, unnamed peaks.
A young man dressed in white as snow, with a sword as white as snow.
He maintained a cross-legged posture, suspended in mid-air, with a sense of buoyancy filling his legs, and an internal force pushing him up. A white scabbard lay across his knees, dotted with a few red plum blossoms.
With red in the middle and white in the red, it looks elegant and refined.
Below is a piece of land. Under the impact of the internal force released by the young man, the land and sand moved around, forming a shallow mark.
Controlling one's internal energy so purely that it can levitate in the air is generally only possible by a seventh-level heavenly martial artist who has reached the realm of "dredging meridians and unblocking collaterals." However, the young man has not reached the seventh-level heaven, but is a sixth-level heavenly warrior.
people.
Those who do things beyond the reach of ordinary people are often crowned with the aura of genius, and this young man is no exception. However, for him, the aura of genius seems a bit dimmer. There is another one above him that is even more bleak.
Glossy halo!
This halo is the son of the Sword Master!
Sword Master, two words, simple, sonorous and powerful. If thrown into the rivers and lakes, the whole rivers and lakes will tremble. Only those who can use the sword best and defeat all the heroes in the world with the sword can be worthy of this title.
The word sword sage.
Naturally, becoming the son of the Sword Master is also a very honorable thing.
It can be said that Zheng Wuji was born with a golden key in his mouth. Since his birth, he has been marked with the shining mark of the Son of the Sword Master. Later, after he got involved in the world, he directly used this title as a nickname. This was not his original intention.
It was imposed on him by others.
No matter how good he does, he can never surpass his father, he will always be the "Son of the Sword Master".
unless……
Unless he can achieve something beyond his father! Then he will no longer be the son of the Sword Master, but another existence that surpasses the Sword Master, such as the Sword God!
Zheng Wuji has always been motivated by this goal. Among the famous swordsmen in the world today, his father, the Sword Master, is the top existence. He surpasses his father and surpasses everything else.
There is no greater glory than this in this world.
To achieve this goal, it will take a long, long time, ranging from 20 to 30 years to 40 to 50 years. Or even more.
Standing in front of Zheng Wuji is a mountain peak that barely reaches the sky. It is almost insurmountable and makes people look up. Compared with this mountain peak, the Zichu Sword Arena Competition seems a bit childish. He is
As the son of a sword master, there is no shortage of good swords to use. The "Auspicious Snow Sword" in his hand is a top-grade sword. The sword spirit has a very harmonious relationship with him. It has been with him for many years and has defeated many opponents.
The reason why he participated in the Zichu Sword Competition was just to compete for a title. The people participating in this competition were all good swordsmen among the younger generation. If someone else took away the first place, he would be very depressed.
of.
At least among the younger generation, he is the best swordsman, and his cultivation is far above others. This "number one among young people" can only be his, and cannot fall into the hands of others!
As a swordsman, you must have this enterprising character, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve success in your life.
Zheng Wuji opened his eyes, and a light suddenly appeared in his eyes, like two bright lights.
It has been many days. Presumably, the first sword competition will be held soon. It is time to set off.
His body floated forward slowly, all the way to the edge of the mountain, and he raised his eyes and looked down.
Below the mountain peak is a large group of buildings, surrounding a large square, on which a ring has been set up. This group of buildings is the Sword-making Villa.
Many people were walking through the villa, making it very lively.
Zheng Wuji hated the excitement. He liked peace and quiet. He gave up his previous thoughts and returned to the original place, continuing to meditate in the air.
When the arena is officially opened, there will be noisy gongs and drums and firecrackers blasting in Zhujian Villa. He can hear it here, and it won't be too late to leave until then.
"I hope that among the challengers, there will be a few opponents who are worthy of me. Don't expect me to spend so much effort to get here." Zheng Wuji thought to himself and closed his sharp eyes again.
…
On the branches of the moon, the sky is filled with clear light.
Zhao Zheng was standing in front of the window, looking up at the moon above his head. It would be fifteenth in a few days, and the moon was getting rounder and rounder, leaving only a small gap.
When the moon is full, it is the day of beating.
Will his trip be as successful as the full moon night?
He does not have full confidence in his heart. Although he has grasped many opportunities and his strength is quite good, he is still far behind people like Kong Yunjie. This gap cannot be made up by opportunism.
"Well, it would be great if this arena competition could be held two years later. By then, I would be fully confident of winning the first place, but now I am only 50% sure." Zhao Zheng sighed inwardly and lifted himself up.
palm, looking at five fingers.
With a 50% certainty, the outcome is still a matter of uncertainty.
If you win, you will get a high-grade sword that is infinitely close to the best swords, which will greatly improve your own strength. If you lose, you will miss this sword, and all your previous efforts will be in vain.
Life is a big gamble. Take your youth, wealth and everything and bet on what you want.
I am lucky to get it, but I am destined to lose it.
If he gets it, Zhao Zheng hopes that he will not be dazzled by joy, and there will be bigger goals waiting for him to fight for in the future. If he fails to get it, he also hopes that he will not be discouraged and get hit.
He looked at the incomplete moon and adjusted his attitude towards life.
"Haha, Zhao Zheng, I'm here to see you!" A hearty voice sounded from the entrance of the mountain col. The voice arrived before anyone arrived.
Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, and a smile broke out on his face when he heard the voice of his friend Baili Liancheng.
Such a big martial arts event, and it has something to do with Luoshu Villa, Baili and his son will definitely not miss it. Zhao Zheng had long expected that Baili and his son would come here to watch the fun, even if Baili Liancheng didn't come to see him
, he will also take the initiative to find Baili Liancheng in a few days.
Zhao Zheng opened the door, went out to greet him, and waved to Baili Liancheng who was standing under the moonlight: "Brother Baili, I'm here!"
Baili Liancheng saw Zhao Zheng's figure from afar, and strode over with a smile.
The two met and exchanged greetings for a while. Zhao Zheng invited Baili Liancheng into the house and ordered the servants who were always waiting to be sent to bring tea and water.
After sitting down, Baili Liancheng smiled and said: "Actually, I came with Senior Jiannu's motorcade during the day, but I was dragged by my father to meet the seniors in the villa and walked around for a long time. It was only now that I made time.
, otherwise I would have come over to see you."
"You are such a busy person, you are always busy no matter where you go." Zhao Zheng said with a smile.
"Isn't it my father's fault? He always pulls me to make friends from all walks of life. He hopes that I can become a well-rounded person like him."
"There's nothing wrong with that. In this world, being a good person is more important than being good at martial arts. Some people can get things done just by talking."
"Isn't it? Those powerful people may kill others if their upper lip touches their lower lip!" Baili Liancheng nodded. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote on Qidian
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