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The people of the other sects are also secretly frightened, the top ten determined by the God Refining Sect in this way are not a little lucky, it is all up to ability, and the rest is the ranking battle.

During this period, Zhang Hao found the mountain ghost.

The mountain ghost is not surprised, many of those who originally agreed to challenge Lan Zhen regretted it, and came here to ask the mountain ghost for forgiveness, Lan Zhen They can't beat it, and they can't afford to provoke the mountain ghost, and even one person directly stabbed himself twice, and his body was seriously injured and he couldn't fight.

"I need a gun-type weapon, weighing at least one hundred and fifty pounds, and I'm sure you'll see the results you want soon."

The mountain ghost was stunned, he was black and thin, not only a typical Chinese face, but also a black mole between his eyebrows, although it was not ugly, but it was definitely not good-looking, and his eagle-like eyes seemed to be peaceful, but there was a domineering and cold hidden deep in it, like a king of fierce beasts.

Hahahaha! The mountain ghost laughed, not only did he not get angry, but he slapped the handle on the chair a few times, and his mood was naturally excellent.

Seeing Lan Zhen's state and daring to ask for something, he is obviously a little sure, even if he can't win, as long as he can block Lan Zhen, he will achieve his goal.

The mountain ghost turned his head to Zhang Han beside him and said, "I remember that the poisonous dragon hasn't been sold yet, take it." ”

"The previous owner of this gun was a captain of the Northern Yuan Kingdom, weighing one hundred and seventy-three pounds, if it was encountered on the battlefield, even a monk like us would suffer some losses."

After a while, Zhang Han sent the spear in, there was a simple wooden gun box on the outside of the spear, the inside was covered with red flannel, the body of the gun was wiped clean, and the tip of the gun was inserted with good tung oil, which was obviously maintained from time to time.

This is a commodity ready for sale, it can be taken in such a short time, obviously this commodity is not very far from here, and there is a special smell on it, although it is extremely light, Zhang Hao has clear five senses, as if it has been magnified several times, this is the smell of corpses.

"Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion." A shop that sells everything, Zhang Hao remembers, he has been there, and even some coffins with iron corpses are open in the backyard for people to choose.

The owner of a shop will never do a loss-making business for the sake of face, it seems that this mountain ghost is going to lose Lan Zhen's face, and there is an insider.

Could it be that the real purpose is not to let Lan Zhen worship in the name of that ancestor?

While thinking about it, Zhang Hao grabbed the spear, his hand sank slightly, and in an instant, a bloody breath filled the surroundings.

This gun is not a treasure weapon, but it is definitely a murder weapon.

Zhang Hao was satisfied, and chatted with the mountain ghost about some of Lan Zhen's magical powers before leaving.

...。。

Lan Zhen, the first in the outer gate, swept everyone with an invincible attitude, and the strength he showed was beyond imagination.

There were people from the three sects of Ten Thousand Flowers, Immeasurable, and Thousand Swords, who stood up and prepared for a battle.

It has always been such a big competition, and it will be challenged by other sects, and of course, the one who appears will naturally have the same identity.

Lan Zhen turned around, his tone was flat, and asked, "Does anyone want to challenge?" ”

Yang Ying looked at the many gangs behind her, and sighed in her heart, compared to these sects, the pattern of the Heavenly King Gang is still too small, and these inner disciples who are ready to become teachers are probably not the opponents of this Lan Zhen.

Wang Zuo said: "The 10,000-year-old sect and the thousand-year-old dynasty, this is the difference. ”

In the Heavenly King Gang, he is the right envoy, and his status is only a little higher than that of the gang master, but in the God Refining Sect, he is only a mountain master, not even a middle level.

This is emotion and exhortation, Yang Ying grew up with him watching, her talent is amazing, if she meets a famous teacher, the future is limitless.

In the final analysis, the Heavenly King Gang is just a means used by the royal family to weaken and monitor those city lords and local officials.

The rules of the challenge have been announced, and there are only three places to challenge it.

The first one was a disciple of the Thousand Swords Sect Gathering Spirit Realm, dressed in white and with long hair, walking out slowly, with a fierce sword intent on his body, which made people look sideways.

Lan Zhen's expression was also a little serious.

"Sword song, autumn geese imitate the past!" The speed of the sword was extremely fast, and the air vibrated and whimpered.

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up, this was sword intent, like a lonely and arrogant killing the enemy.

Zhang Hao was a little itchy when he saw it, the sword intent was the same as the gun intent, and he had to reach a certain realm before he could use it, and the disciple was a long sword in white, and he took one step at a time, he was really chic and unworldly, like a man among the gods.

Syllable!

Under this sword, Lan Zhen was a little flustered, not only did he not retreat, but staggered towards the head of the goose in the sword light.

Countless exclamations rang out.

The disciple of the Thousand Swords Sect sneered even more, the sword momentum in his left hand did not decrease, and at the same time he grabbed a short sword in his right hand, turning into a rain of swords, blocking all of Lan Zhen's paths in an instant, and the sword momentum was amazing.

"Wrong." Zhang Hao muttered, Lan Zhen looked a little panicked, but his steps were not the slightest flustered, and the rhythm of each step was very good.

His eyes turned red, a few pieces of jet-black scale armor seemed to appear on his arms, and his palm had already grasped the long sword, and at the same time, his body hit the opponent's body.

This blow was extremely ferocious, and the Sword Sect disciple obviously didn't expect it, his chest was sunken in, and he was kicked by Lan Zhen and flew out.

Swapping injuries for injuries, these two swords were equally fierce and fierce and tore out six openings on his body, and the sharp sword intent made his wounds like a fountain, with a huge tearing effect.

The disciples of the Sword Sect have a sword in their hands, if he is really allowed to fully exert the power of the sword song, it is really difficult to say who wins and who loses, Lan Zhen's choice is undoubtedly very correct.

"Next!" With the momentum of victory in a battle, many people were afraid and silent.

Everyone knew that at this time, when he went up, he undoubtedly met Lan Zhen, who was in the most peak state, and even several elders from the inner gate nodded secretly.

Although Lan Zhen's exercises seem a little crude and thin, this momentum is worthy of the title of senior brother of the outer gate.

"I'll do it." Zhang Hao dragged the spear and slowly walked out of the seat, the tip of the spear dragging on the stone slab was harsh and ugly.

"It's him!" Yang Ying was stunned for a moment, he still had some impressions of this disciple of the Heavenly King Gang, she looked at Fu Bo, which obviously meant to ask.

Lu Yijian sneered: "This little cub came here after betraying the gang, do you think that you can reverse the opponent's momentum by dragging the gun, it's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous." ”

"It's not a traitor gang, if it weren't for you, he should already be the brother of the inner door of my gang." The white left envoy's voice was like a bell, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Yang Ying's face stiffened slightly, between an untalented outer disciple and a powerful Zuo Envoy, she definitely wanted to stand on the side of Lu Zuo's envoy.

She could hear that the white left envoy was actually dissatisfied with this matter, and several brothers led by the Eight Tigers of the Zhang family and a group of people from the Xia family were now divided into two factions.

"Righteousness is the first word, for the country and the people."

But now where are they still brothers, they are enemies of each other, and if it weren't for the two left envoys pressing, I'm afraid there would be a big incident in this outer courtyard.

Wang Zuo lowered his head, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Fu Bo just laughed twice, and did not participate in the matter between the two left envoys, only Yang Ying's head was a little big, and he glared at the two left envoys.

"Who is this person, why haven't you seen it, dressed as an outer disciple, but walked out of the elder's seat."

"I know this person, he has been cultivating in the inner courtyard, and this time as long as he defeats any of the top ten senior brothers, he will directly enter the inner gate."

"Hmph, it's really beyond my strength to dare to challenge Senior Brother Lan."

A woman from the Wanhua Sect was slightly surprised, he had a vague influence, as if he was the one who was rejected by the three sects at the same time in Wanliu City back then.

Syllable! Zhang Hao's spear was on the ground, where the ground was shattered, he smiled, with a hearty and free and easy face, that kind of confidence, and even rose an indescribable abundance.

"The mountain ghost bought me to challenge you, collect money from people, and eliminate disasters with people, are you ready? I can wait for you to recover. After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he really took a few steps back.

Lan Zhen's eyes shrank slightly, he knew that the other party was telling the truth, and he was really trying to make him recover, but the more people like this, the more terrible they were.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, there is a lot of nonsense." Lan Zhen stepped forward, raised his hand and struck.

This palm appeared in the air, entangled with black lines, and the center of the palm was even blacker, with a fishy smell, this is the palm of the sky.

The person who was hit by this slap will definitely not feel good, the flesh and bones will melt away little by little, and the torture will take three days to dissolve.

Zhang Hao's eyes narrowed, and he retreated in the face of this palm.

Lan Zhen was like a hungry wolf that bit its prey, his speed suddenly doubled, and with the force under his feet, a deep footprint appeared on the ground, and if Zhang Hao did not retreat, he would immediately fall into the trap of the other party.

"Chasing the stars and chasing the moon!" Zhang Hao's spear was pointed, and the Heavenly King's marksmanship continued to be played, just like a roaring wave, wave after wave.

One has weird footwork, one is vicious and fierce in palms, and the other has amazing strength, and there is an endless stream of marksmanship.

Both of them are tempting, looking for the other's flaws.

It's a feeling to watch the fight below, and it's a feeling to actually get your hands dirty.

Lan Zhen was surprised by Zhang Hao's caution, and the opponent's marksmanship opened the big close, there was a taste of a dragon crisscrossing the seas, lifting weights lightly, lifting lightly and weightily, it was difficult to parry, this was the performance of Xiaocheng's gun intent.