Chapter 890 Admit defeat first in the confrontation at sea
A smile with unknown meaning appeared at the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's palm. A delicate peach blossom, a flame-shaped dark red treasure and a small turtle shield covered with runes appeared in Zhang Wenfeng's palm. He came to help Junior Sister Zhu'er in boxing, and on the way he went to a strange place.
In the secluded realm of the mountains, he and the three old demons begged for three protective treasures that did not take too much time to refine.
He took out three rare black wood crystals and barely exchanged them.
He must think carefully about defeat before thinking about victory. When facing the challenge of a sixth-level monk, he must put his life first, so that he can have the last laugh later.
A few days later, Yang Shuilan and Lu Zijin arrived, and Yingbin Peak was very busy. Apart from their daily homework and meditation, these people did not spend much time practicing, drinking tea and chatting, reading and painting, sitting alone in a daze, or just like Lu
The wine gourd is always in my hand, and I live a relaxed and comfortable life every day.
Gao Leng also stayed at Yingbin Peak in the following days. Every day, he would sort out the various intelligence reports he received and hand them over to the viewer for review, and pay close attention to the movements of various forces in Nanyuan Continent, especially Qiu Wen's every move.
There are some signs of something happening, but the top leaders of the various forces in Nanyuan Continent are not fools. There are undercurrents surging, and no one is taking the initiative at this time.
More than two months passed quickly, and three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Zhuer walked out of the retreat in the Houshan Cave.
"Junior sister Zhu'er, you really want to hurt me."
Lu Zijin threw the wine gourd into the air, put away the treasure, laughed, and opened his hands in an exaggerated pose to show affection.
Zhao Zhuer fanned his nose with his hand and said with a disgusted smile: "Junior brother Lu, you stink of alcohol. Get out of the way. Don't block my way." He pushed away the funny Lu Zijin who looked like an iron tower, and said hello to Yang Shuilan and You Mengchang,
Then he looked at the spectator behind him and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, Mr. Qiu has bullied me, what do you want to do?"
Lu Zijin looked hurt and muttered: "Favoring one and favoring the other, Junior Sister Zhu'er, you are partial."
Guanzhu Zhang took out three treasures and handed them to Zhao Zhuer, "These are the protective treasures I obtained from the three sixth-level demons in the secret realm. You and Fang Bailan seize the time to refine them."
There was no need for him to tell me how to do it, Zhu'er already had a plan in mind.
Zhao Zhu'er pinched the peach blossoms and smiled until her eyes were as crooked as moon buds. "It's so beautiful. I saw Xiao Ni'er and Leng Xiang wearing this on their heads before. Thank you to the shopkeeper for taking the trouble."
Thank you, it’s all deserved.” Lu Zijin rushed to help the viewer reply.
He was heartless and didn't really take Qiu Wen seriously. In his opinion, since Qiu Wen didn't follow the rules of the world and bullied the fifth level with the sixth level, it's no wonder they fought in groups. It was impossible to fight one on one.
Yes, they have strength in numbers. Zhao Zhuer smiled and stretched his hand to the big black man's chest, "Junior brother Lu, don't just talk cheaply, bring it sincerely, just follow the shopkeeper's words."
"Three six-level protective treasures, even if you sell me, you won't be able to get the same thing." Lu Zijin actually helped Zhu'er prepare the protective treasures, but now that he can't get them, he stopped showing off.
After joking for a while, Zhao Zhuer took the three treasures given by the visitor and returned to the cave.
She herself had prepared protective measures, but there was nothing better than a sixth-level treasure. Lu Zijin looked at Zhu'er's back and disappeared, with a trace of worry on his face. He turned around and walked towards You who was smiling sinisterly and saying nothing.
In front of the old man, he whispered: "Master You, could you please use your noble hand to help Junior Sister Zhu'er calculate the good fortune of her departure?"
If Zhuer made a mistake, it would be too late to kill Mr. Qiu.
"Don't worry, it's a sign of good luck."
You Meng Chang opened his mouth and came.
Luzi searched for a long time and found the three-character hexagram gold. He handed it to the old man and said, "I accept your good wishes."
Mid-Autumn Festival, Dongyuedaofang City.
Countless monks looked eagerly at the western sea. Several received the message and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Fang and the others are going south, let's go."
"Let's go, everyone, follow me."
Many monks were divided into several groups. The ones flying in front were Tu Kun, Rong Shuzhi and other fifth-level monks, chatting in low voices. They were followed by countless fourth-level and third-level monks who came to watch the fun. Most of them had nothing to do with themselves.
manner.
Not long after, arriving over the sea area about three hundred miles away, hundreds of monks from the Nanyuan Continent on the opposite side also came.
An old man in black robes with a goatee was alone in front. It was Qiu Wen who initiated this challenge. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at the many fifth-level monks thirty miles away. The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant, and the whispers became noisy.
There was total silence. No one came forward to say hello or salute, and the two sides were clearly divided.
"I'm coming."
Someone shouted excitedly in a low voice.
Dozens of people flew in from the northwest, led by two women with white skirts and tassels, fluttering sword sleeves, wearing curtains and hats to hide their faces, and wearing long swords of the same style at their waists. It was difficult to tell who was the real Fang Bailan.
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Zhang Wenfeng greeted Lu Yuanyuan, Chen Qingqiao and others who had invited him, and smiled and exchanged greetings. Zhao Zhuer and Fang Bailan flew forward to confront the old man in black robes. On the way here, several people had sent messages to discuss several countermeasures. Lu Zi
Jin didn't know what bad idea he had when he sent Zhu'er a message, and the two of them laughed in a very evil manner. "Fang Bailan, when we said goodbye that day, you didn't expect that we would have a fight today, right? Haha, I have endured humiliation and heavy burdens for more than a hundred years.
, in order to regain the dignity that was lost that day, and also to give a belated explanation to Brother Qu who lost his life at your hands." The old man in black robe stroked his goat's beard and smiled happily.
You need to be famous as a teacher, so you can just find excuses.
Many monks from Nanyuan Continent more than ten miles behind him cheered and made noises. It was just like a replica of the scene back then. There were many people praising the strong man's bad feet.
Fang Bailan stopped more than ten miles away from the other party and said coldly: "Qiu Wen, as a sixth-level monk, you wouldn't mind if my junior sister joins forces with me to challenge you, right?" The old man in black robe looked at the two women in the same dress.
After a few glances, he chuckled and said: "Back then, this Zhao Zhu'er lived and died with you. Today, of course I want to be beautiful as an adult. Please do it! Pull out your sword, I won't run away hundreds of miles in advance this time."
He has always been brooding over Fang Bailan's words that caused him great loss of face: "Let you run a hundred miles before drawing the sword."
One more person and one less person does not hinder him, but it can also show his generosity. The sun is noon, and the sea breeze is fishy and salty.
You Mengchang ignored the other monks and sent a message to Lu Zijin beside him: "Old Qiu should not be underestimated. He has hated Fang Bailan for more than a hundred years. You are always ready to help Zhao Zhu'er."
The left hand folded in his sleeve kept pinching, but at the critical moment, he still used the magician's method.
He knew that it was the invisible and subtle influence of Heaven's will, coupled with the obsession in Qiu Lao'er's heart, which amplified certain emotions, and turned into this villain's triumphant face, which he couldn't even look past.
Lu Zijin looked serious and replied via voice transmission: "Understood!"
As the conversation in the venue spread, Zhang Wenfeng also stopped greeting him, and everyone stared at the old man who was uttering wild words.
Fang Bailan suddenly said unexpectedly: "Qiu Wen, we admit defeat, and the title of No. 1 in the world will be given to you."
The crowds on both sides made an uproar and noise.
As for them, why didn't Qiu Wen admit defeat when he launched the challenge? The confrontation was staged with great fanfare, and in front of everyone, he suddenly surrendered and admitted defeat, and everyone was confused.
Zhang Wenfeng also showed surprise on his face. Zhao Zhuer did not discuss the matter with him in advance. He looked at Lu Zijin and You Mengchang who were alone on the side. He suspected that the two guys pretending to be surprised conspired with the ghostly and elf Junior Sister Zhuer.
This time? What kind of trick is this?
(I want to write this story in two chapters, but I’m worried that you’ll be waiting for a long time, so I’ll release one chapter first, and I haven’t finished the next chapter yet)