Meng Tuo stood there at this time, but he was a little depressed, he was originally full of fighting spirit, ready to fight with the monks of the six clans, but he didn't expect that his opponent turned out to be this little guy, maybe he was extremely talented, but in any case, he had cultivated more than ten years more than the other party, even if he won this game, it was not very glorious, and his luck was really bad. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Senior Brother Monto, we can start!" Tie Zheng saw that the young man opposite was a little dazed, and couldn't help but remind.

"Uh, I see!" Montto came to his senses.

"The competition begins!" Elder Li saw that the two of them were already in place, and he already had some expectations in his heart, before when Tie Zheng was still in the agility period, he could reluctantly fight against Li Fengxuan, although he still fell behind, his strength was obvious to all, and now it has been a month or two since he was promoted to Yuan Zhuan, and it stands to reason that the realm should be consolidated, but I don't know how far the specific strength has improved.

Tie Zheng felt that it was better to fight steadily, and the broken jade gong was running, and he raised his hand to hit Meng Tuo directly.

Na Mengtuo had already observed many competitions, and knew that the Broken Jade Gong was the basic exercise of the six clans, and he was even more reluctant to bully the small with the big, and also corresponded with the Panxing Palm, however, what surprised him was that the attack power contained in Tie Zheng's small palm was actually not weaker than the clansmen who fought together on weekdays, and then he realized that he really underestimated this child, this is definitely a genius among geniuses. He immediately raised the importance of Tie Zheng to the level of a monk of the same rank, and concentrated on the battle.

Tie Zheng carefully watched the previous eighteen duels, and although he had measured his strength with reference to Li Fengxuan's standards, he was still not sure. It was only at this time, after fighting with the cautious Montu for dozens of rounds in a row, that he finally had some assessment of himself, if the opponent was such a strength, there was no super powerful backhand, then it would not be difficult for him to win him, thinking of his first time competing with the Yuan Zhuan Realm, after thinking about it, he decided to use the Broken Jade Gong to face the enemy first, adapt to the battle rhythm of the Yuan Zhuan Realm, and if the other party has any changes, he will improvise.

In this way, Tie Zheng began to become more and more mellow and wishful to sway the basic exercises he first learned, between the finger palms, the spiritual power rushed and flowed wantonly in the broad and tough meridians, and the palms carried a faint white mangs of spiritual power, constantly bombarding with Mengtuo's long arms, gradually becoming familiar with this state of battle, and the more he fought, the smoother it became.

At the same time, Meng Tuo, who was fighting against Tie Zheng, was secretly complaining, Tie Zheng's basic exercises were proficient and solid, and his spiritual power did not seem to be weaker than himself, after more than a hundred rounds, he always used the basic exercises to fight with himself, forcing him to be unable to change to others, otherwise he would be more than twice the age of the other party, and he had practiced for more than ten years, and was forced by a ten-year-old child to use advanced exercises first, so he would still have a face in the clan in the future!

Monto is really curious, how does a little guy of such a big age cultivate, thinking of the other party's youth, he can't help but secretly think, then compare endurance, I don't believe how much spiritual power you can accumulate in the past few years of cultivation, no matter how much spiritual power you can't compare, it can't compare to my spiritual power, and it can't be consumed by me! How did he know that Tie Zheng had worried about the same problem at the beginning of the competition, and as soon as he came up, he unfolded the nine filaments of mental power, and slowly replenished the consumption of spiritual power while fighting with Monto.

In this way, the two of them also fought without danger with the most basic exercises, two hundred rounds, five hundred rounds, one thousand rounds, one thousand five hundred rounds... The people of the two clans in the audience were dumbfounded, what is going on? Could it be that both of these two people only have one basic exercise? That's hilarious, isn't it? It's been more than ten days since the competition, and there hasn't been a game with this rhythm, and the two have been back and forth for more than a thousand rounds, or this rhythm, are you going to fight like this until dark? It's just weird.

It's been 2,000 rounds, Tie Zheng is fine, he recovers while fighting, and although he is sweaty on his forehead, he is still in good spirits. On the other hand, Na Mengtuo has lost his eyes, although the rules and regulations cast by the Panxing Palm are not chaotic, the white light of the spiritual power on the palm of his hand has long been extremely dim, and it is obviously the state that the spiritual power is about to be exhausted.

The difficult competition continued, and after a long while, the battle finally ended in the stunned eyes of countless people...

Monto never thought that he would fight to this situation, the spiritual power consumption was completely exhausted, although he was at the bottom of the eighty people in his clan, but even if he was beaten by a master to vomit blood and fly out of the battle circle, it was acceptable! How could it be that in the end, he was so tired that he sat down in the battle circle and couldn't get up, and was judged negative by the adjudicator. He was so depressed that he even thought about hitting the wall, but now he couldn't even move.

Two thousand eight hundred and seventy-two rounds, creating the longest record in history, finally this competition is over, even the two clans in the audience stayed in place, no one expected such a result. When Elder Li announced that Tie Zheng of the Six Clans had won, the audience was still silent.

Tie Zheng's face was also pale, this was also his unprecedented experience, when he helped the trembling Montto to the column of the Star Picking Clan, he was a little confused, and he felt a little unreal.

It wasn't until the next competition had begun that Tie Zheng slowly came back to his senses, and he didn't even hear Elder Li's battle comments clearly. Tie Zheng didn't hear it, but everyone else remembered a new term of Elder Li, "Extreme Will Battle", from this time on, Tie Zheng's old bull-like fighting style also made some good children give him the title of "Iron Bull", and it spread throughout the two clans at great speed, and his endurance was really strong, and he put his opponent on the battle platform tired!

Thanks to Tie Zheng, at the end of the forty competitions in one day, the sky has completely darkened, and the people of the two clans have dispersed. The ten-year-old genius Yuan turned his head to victory, and the way of fighting was still so peculiar.

In the tent, Zhu Yiyue touched Tie Zheng's little head, her eyes were like a crescent moon, full of smiles.

"Mother, don't laugh at me anymore! This is not the result of the competition I want, but Brother Monto always doesn't change his moves, what can I do! Tie Zheng's face was displeased, his mother had been "praising him" for almost half an hour.

"I know that even if our calf doesn't use the basic technique to break the jade skill, he can still defeat the opponent!" Zhu Yiyue couldn't hold back anymore and giggled.

"Mother! You're so bad, and they call me like this, don't tell you, I'm going to sleep! Tie Zheng put the quilt over his head in shame.

"Okay, okay, mother won't talk about it! Zheng'er is really tired today, there is a competition the next day, you sleep, my mother also went to rest! Zhu Yiyue still had ridicule in her words.

Seeing Tie Zheng shrinking in the quilt and ignoring it, Zhu Yiyue smiled beautifully, turned around and left, she was extremely happy in her heart, if she competed normally, she was completely sure that Tie Zheng could also win, but such a joyful result of the competition, even she didn't expect it.

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