With a cry of retreat, his frivolity was fully exposed. Everyone in the North and South Towers was speechless, whispering to each other, and talking about it. They wanted to see Yuan Qi's reaction, and also wanted to see how Gongdu would respond.
Wang Wuyi sat next to Gong Wuyi and didn't notice any special ups and downs in Gong Wuyi's breathing rhythm. He thought strangely: How shameless is it for a capable man to be despised by an outsider in his own place? "That guy shakes his fan all day long.
Pretending to be elegant and caring more about face than me, you are not asking someone to act in a show, are you?" Wang Wuyi's thoughts are different from others. There are two reasons for this suspicion: first, Gong Wuyi is too calm; secondly, based on his understanding of Yuan Qi
, even if you really can't beat him, you won't lose so easily.
"If not..." Wang Wuyi's thoughts changed, his throat moved, he glanced at Yi Wuxin secretly, then looked at Shenlu Terrace again, his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Xiancai, and he thought to himself, "I don't know what kind of opportunities I will get in this life.
I haven't heard any news in six years, and now I'm so crazy when it comes out, tsk tsk." Thinking of this, Wang Wuyi glanced at Gong Wuyi who was still calm and composed.
What Ruan Shengyi was thinking was different. She fought Yuan Qi on the 26th, and there was indeed a back and forth between them, but Yuan Qi knocked the sword out of his hand soon, and yesterday it was easily snatched away by Ling Fuyao.
She took the sword away, so in her eyes, Yuan Qi was considered a master. Seeing the opponent quickly retreating, she felt that Zhuo Xian was unpredictable.
The information she had learned before was very simple. Zhuo Xian was the fourth in the previous class, and Gong was undoubtedly the top two eighteen years ago. There were obvious differences between the two in terms of talent and foundation. Later, she heard from Chen
Qing mentioned that Feng Xuanxin's swordsmanship was not weaker than Chu Zhaoyuan's, and she knew that Feng Xuanxin was the top two in the previous session, and Chu Zhaoyuan was the top two twelve years ago. Basically, Chu was better than Chu Zhaoyuan.
Feng. In short, it means that the winning and losing relationship in the past Taihuang Shen Tianjue has no reference at present.
So the girl in red who initially thought Zhuo Xiancai was "too crazy" is now secretly worried about her host.
On the Shenlu Stage, Chang En and Shi Yi glanced at each other. Their expressions seemed to say: Can Lao Qi tolerate this? Looking at Yuan Qi again, he clearly noticed that someone was looking down on him from behind. He sneered and glanced at Zhuo.
Xiancai muttered: "Just back off, why are you dragging me? According to the divine calculation, I am at least one year older than you, so you have to call me Seventh Brother!" Regardless of Zhuo Xiancai's indifferent response, he leaned over.
Go pick up weapons.
Chang En and Shi Yi jumped closer one after another, looking at Yuan Qi's busy work with smiles on their faces.
"Old Qi, I understand-" Shi Yi smiled and said, "You are the King of Ninja."
"Fuck you!" Yuan Qi said aggressively, "Is this what Uncle Eleven should say now? You want to say: Oh, I can see it, Old Qi, you actually have a hidden trick, if you use pig and sheep wine
Three swords are enough for that boy to drink a few cups, hum!"
Shi Yi smiled and said: "Old Qi, don't you know that the world is dangerous? Life and death are at stake. Why would your opponent wait for you to finish drawing your sword?"
Chang En said: "Not bad."
Yuan Qi sneered again, glanced at the slumped Zhuo Xiancai, and hummed: "If you don't follow the routine, if you have the guts to wait until I finish using the sword, you will know how powerful my veteran Seven Swords Wine is!"
Chang En smiled slightly, hugged his fists towards Zhuo Xiancai, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhuo, you..."
"Respect Dongjun for your advice!" Zhuo Xiancai's tone was cold and arrogant, and there was no room for rejection.
"Damn, you don't give me any face at all." Yuan Qi muttered, and whispered next to Chang En, "Old Chang, you just saw him making a move, come on!"
Chang En whispered: "I didn't see clearly."
Yuan Qi was surprised: "No way?"
Chang En nodded, with a serious look on his face, and said, "You lost too quickly."
"I'll go! I'm not going to hit someone in the face!" Yuan Qi looked resentful and then encouraged him, "You don't care about him. As the saying goes, every inch he grows is stronger, so hit him!"
Chang En hesitated for a moment and looked up at Zhuo Xiancai.
Zhuo Xiancai frowned slightly.
"I'm not talented. I have an old gun and dare to attack Brother Zhuo——" Chang En held the gun in his right hand, passed it forward with his left hand, and uttered the last two words with a frown - "Please attack."
Isn't this a wheel battle? Wang Wuyi turned his head and glanced at Gong Wuyi again, secretly saying: This guy is really treacherous and insidious just hiding here.
Gong undoubtedly still shook his feather fan slightly, smiling and saying nothing.
Wang Wuyi is not just taunting the public to save face for himself. Judging from the current situation, it is reasonable for Chang En to ask for help. First of all, Zhuo Xiancai's words of "a sigh and a gunshot" are really offending, and secondly, Chang En's reputation
The Eight Wonders of the Mountains and Seas, together with Huangfu's poem, which is famous for being the best in the world. His spear skills are domineering. Under the emperor's spear and the cold front, he has a sense of arrogance. The combination of the two, Chang En has been very tolerant to this point.
So elegant.
The excitement in the audience upstairs also showed that more people could not stand Zhuo Xiancai's arrogance.
On the sacred deer stage, Chang En holds a spear in his hand, learning from the tragic defeat of Yuan Qi. He stirs up his true energy, hunts in his clothes, and captures people with his grace. Zhuo Xiancai holds the long sword at an angle, takes half a step back with his right foot, and responds with all his concentration.
At this time, Yuan Qi had retreated to the square platform in the northwest corner where Chang En had just watched the battle. Looking at the scene on the deer platform, the atmosphere was completely different. He sighed: "Oh, if I had known better, I wouldn't have done it to Old Chang."
So majestic." As he spoke, he looked back quietly and saw that there were indeed a group of women standing up and screaming and wailing upstairs!
bass!
Chang En swung his spear and took the lead in attacking - the attack was fast, fierce and powerful, leaving no room for error!
The sword was not as long as the spear. Faced with Chang En's airtight offensive, Zhuo Xiancai could not protect his body with his own Qi, so he had to fight in a hurry. Every few steps he took, there was a slight hissing sound in his ears.
There was a sound, and he secretly paid attention to it. The spear first appeared like a dragon, but the advantage gradually weakened in the battle. Zhuo Xiancai avoided the situation and quickly handed out a sword, forcing Chang En to retract the spear to block. In this way, the spear was divided into two parts.
Second, it becomes a "two-barreled" short spear, attacking and defending in different situations. It is Chang En's turn to fight and retreat, looking for the initiative, but Zhuo Xiancai swims around and fights without giving a chance...
Upstairs in Beiguan, Gong Wuyi, Ren Fushen, Gu Nanping, Lei Zhai, Shi Qi, Wang Wuyi, Ling Fuyao and especially Yanchi Jun, these top masters in the world who have the potential to be masters, looked at the confrontation on Lutai,
He knew in his heart that Chang En was at the end of his rope during the testing stage of ordinary moves.
According to the current situation, Chang En has only two options, either to surrender or to give it a try.
As the saying goes, a person knows whether he is drinking water or not. Zhuo Xiancai knew that Chang En still had the possibility of turning defeat into victory. The offensive gradually intensified, forcing Chang En to admit defeat. At the same time, he secretly gathered strength and prepared to deal with Chang En's desperate counterattack.
The slight explosion in my ears became more and more intense. At this point in the fight, how could I not notice it?
Disturbing Tianyun·Wind and Thunder Strike!
Chang En is famous all over the world for his thunder spear. How can it be ordinary? He drank suddenly, his true energy surged, his spear danced wildly, and the situation changed.
Zhuo Xiancai was stirred up by his true energy, and he quickly retreated, holding his long sword upside down behind him. He looked at the thunderstorms and lightning around him coldly, and waited attentively. As expected, he saw a sudden change, and countless "thunders" whirled rapidly.
Dance, gather at the spear head, accumulate bigger and bigger, come to bully the body!
"Stop!" Zhuo Xiancai shouted coldly, swung his long sword, and used his true energy sword strength as a barrier to block the "big thunder explosion", and took two steps back to stabilize his body.
"Broken!" Zhuo Xiancai shouted again, and the true energy in his body surged, knocking Chang En back several steps!
"Zhe!" Zhuo Xiancai shouted in a low voice, the sword energy whirled, and the figure was left behind. One sword could kill a person, but it chose the body of the gun instead!
"Go!" Shi Yi shouted loudly, and the Suiyun knife struck Zhuo Xiancai's right arm!
Shi Yi was an old man, and he knew the mystery of Lutai well - at the moment of life and death, Lutai would have mysterious energy pouring out to block a fatal blow. At this time, the sword would not take the vital part, but only one arm, which was quite powerful.
Zhuo Xiancai also knew the secret of black power to protect one's body, so he had to return his sword. After adjusting his breath, he frowned and asked: "Why intervene?"
Shi Yi suddenly withdrew the Suiyun knife and said with a smile: "Young man, if you take a human life, you will have the victory or defeat of the Lutai master, but if you want to kill a person with a gun, hey, I watched the boy Lei Lei grow up, then
The gun is his treasure, and he can't let you destroy it."
"Thank you very much, Uncle Eleven." Chang En bowed his gun and turned to Zhuo Xiancai, "Brother Zhuo, I can't defeat you, no..."
"Oh, Chang En loses!" A woman on the viewing floor cried out sadly, interrupting Chang En's speech.
But another woman said: "Oh, it's okay. If you lose to a good young man, it doesn't count as a loss."
A previous one asked: "What's that?"
"Love!"
"Ahem." Chang En coughed in embarrassment, looked at Zhuo Xiancai, who was indeed born beautiful, and said, "But after two losses, Brother Zhuo may not be able to fight Dongjun again. Even if Dongjun accepts the challenge, he will win.
If we can win without force, why not fight another day?"
Wang Wuyi scratched his head, wondering what the people in Dongjun Mansion were up to, and thought to himself: Isn't it just playing hard to get? At this time, Mr. Zhuo must fight, and there is no doubt that if that guy takes action, he won't be bullying the minority.
Oops, that’s it!
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Dong." Zhuo Xiancai was still so cold and arrogant.
"Sure enough!" Wang Wuyi turned to look at Gong Wuyi and found that there were many people who did this.
"Humph!" Wang Wuyi was startled by a cold snort. He turned around and saw a man with neat makeup. He slapped the table in front of him, performed a superb Qinggong movement, and flew down to the deer platform, holding a sword in his left hand.
With his right hand behind his back, he said proudly, "Wuyi Sword Sect, Xi Zhenyuan, please recruit me!"
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