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At the round table, in addition to Jiang Zhen, there were four young people, and all four young people were boasting about their strength and achievements.

Meng Zhiyan sat in the main seat, listening quietly, she looked at Jiang Zhen, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes.

Jiang Zhen gave her a very familiar feeling, but she didn't know where this familiarity came from.

"Wu, what are you capable of?" Meng Zhiyan looked at Jiang Zhen with some curiosity.

Everyone else was bragging, but Jiang Zhen, from beginning to end, didn't say a word.

Hearing the words of Dream Stop Smoke, the young people who were originally boasting also stopped, and looked at Jiang Zhen with a curious expression.

From the time Zhong Tan brought Jiang Zhen in until now, Jiang Zhen has not spoken, just quietly tasting the wine in the cup.

"I don't have any skills, my skills are to kill people." Jiang Zhen's words were very cold and direct.

His abilities are all used to kill people, to kill those who want to hurt him.

The dream stopped for a moment, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

The person who said such a thing is either arrogant or capable, and compared to the former, Dream Zhiyan believes in the latter more.

Although Jiang Zhen is only a second-level samurai, in Jiang Zhen's body, Meng Zhiyan feels a hint of crisis.

She is a first-level martial king, and even she feels a hint of crisis, but you can imagine what his true strength is?

Several young men were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

There was mockery, disdain, and even a hint of contempt in their eyes.

Jiang Zhen's words made them feel disdainful, his ability is to kill people, but he doesn't even have an outstanding record, how can he kill people?

Jiang Zhen didn't have the slightest anger, he just smiled faintly, picked up the wine jug and drank his own wine alone.

Sometimes, he wonders, why should he care about these worldly eyes?

Others think that he is conceited and arrogant, so let them think that he knows how good he is.

"Tomorrow is the day of the tribal competition, can you have faith?" Meng Zhiyan was still a little worried, looking at these people.

"Dream girl, don't worry, my forestry alone is enough." Among them, a first-level martial artist patted his chest and assured.

Among these people, he is the strongest, so he has the most right to speak.

From beginning to end, Jiang Zhen didn't say a word, because he knew that even if he was defeated in the end, no one would be able to stop his dreams unless he died.

The son of the Great Elder wants to marry Meng Zhiyan as his wife, if Meng Zhiyan agrees, he will not say anything, but Meng Zhiyan does not agree, and no one can force it.

After eating some casually, Jiang Zhen, under the leadership of Zhong Tan, went to the small courtyard that had been prepared a long time ago.

After Zhong Tan left, Jiang Zhen looked at the crescent moon hanging high in the air, but a wry smile appeared on his face.

Unconsciously, it has been three months since he came to this world, and in three months, he has experienced too many things.

Zheng!

The long sword was unsheathed, but a killing intent poured out of Jiang Zhen's body.

In his previous life, he stepped on white bones and stood at the peak, and in this life, he used the sword in his hand to once again hit the glory of the past.

In Jiang Zhen's heart, the murderous aura is stronger than before, and the aura on his body is also very majestic.

Nothing happened overnight.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Zhen carried the long sword on his back and walked towards the place where the dream stopped smoking step by step.

Except for Jiang Zhen, the other four young people arrived early.

"Let's go!" With the arrival of Jiang Zhen, Meng Zhiyan also walked out of the attic, and she took the lead in a long skirt.

Today, this competition is a competition of whether she is qualified to inherit the temple of Meng Shuxin, so she can't lose.

Jiang Zhen walked at the end and didn't say a word.

In Jiang Zhen's eyes, no matter how powerful the enemy in front of him was, he didn't care.

There are already thousands of people in the competition ground of the Qingwei tribe at this time, and they are all here to watch the battle today.

Great Elder Meng Lin and Dongge Meng Zhiyan's bet, although Meng Zhiyan is a peerless genius, but under the suppression of the Great Elder, he still has to accept this battle.

Under the martial king, monks who are not more than thirty years old fight.

One of the Great Elders' subordinates was a third-level martial artist, and he was only twenty-nine years old this year, but unfortunately there was no one in Mengzhiyan's hands, not even a few warriors.

Although she controls the Zhong family's clan, but those fighters, aren't they over half a hundred years old?

"The third miss is here, the third miss is here." Dream stop smoke came with people, and everyone's eyes were cast.

Mengzhiyan is not only beautiful, but also very strong, so it is deeply loved in the tribe.

On the high platform, a ruthless old man looked at Meng Zhiyan, and there was a trace of confidence in his eyes.

Beside the old man, there was a burly middle-aged man.

These two people are the real power figures of the Qingwei tribe, the burly middle-aged man is the patriarch of the Qingwei tribe, Meng Yige, and the ruthless old man is the great elder.

The two of them are in high positions in the Qingwei tribe, and their aura is far from being comparable to others.

Meng Zhiyan didn't speak, and walked towards the high platform with Jiang Zhen and a few people, today, she wanted the people of the Qingwei tribe to watch, she Meng Zhiyan is not something that anyone who wants to bully can bully.

"Patriarch, Great Elder." Walking on the high platform, Meng Zhiyan said hello to Meng Yige and Meng Lin, and sat down directly.

She is the pavilion master of the East Pavilion, and her status is not lower than that of Meng Yige and Meng Lin, although she is not yet in power, but the strength of the Zhong family team under her command cannot be underestimated.

"Third Miss, are you ready these days?" Meng Lin looked at Meng Zhiyan and smiled.

Meng Zhiyan smiled and said nothing, looked at the high platform, and said lightly: "Let's start." ”

As the words of the dream stopped, I saw a strong man with a naked upper body appear on the martial arts field, the strong man's burly and powerful chest muscles, and his explosive arms, which shocked everyone.

"I didn't expect them to be the first to play was a martial artist, it seems that they are very well prepared." Jiang Zhen looked at the strong man on the stage and took a deep breath.

Meng Zhiyan looked at the strong man on the stage, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and then, she looked at Jiang Zhen and the others, took a deep breath and said, "I don't know which warrior fought this first game?" ”

Forestry looked at the dream and stopped smoking, but there was a trace of war intent in his heart.

Since ancient times, beautiful women love heroes, and of course, heroes also love beautiful women.

For such a peerless beauty as Dream Zhiyan, Forestry naturally likes it.

In this first scene, he naturally wanted to perform well and attract the attention of Dream Zhiyan.

Forestry is a first-level martial artist, and the strong man on the stage is also a first-class martial artist, but Jiang Zhen can see at a glance that forestry is not the opponent of this strong man.

In this strong man's body, Jiang Zhen felt a trace of anger, which was only formed on the verge of death all year round.

On the other hand, forestry, as a tribal disciple, where did he ever be threatened with life and death? Naturally, it can't be compared with this strong man.

When the strong man saw Forestry come to power, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

A mere first-class martial artist, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

He walks on the edge of life and death all year round, and the second-level martial artist he kills is no less than one, while Forestry is only a first-level martial artist, and he is also a tribal son who has not experienced life and death.

"You're no match for me, so go down." The strong man looked at the forestry with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Forestry also felt that he was being slighted, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

In front of so many people, this strong man actually looked down on himself.

Forestry didn't say a word, and just punched out.

Click!

Just as the fist reached the strong man's chest, Linlin's face changed, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes.

The crisp cracking sound was just one move, and Forestry was defeated.

"Humph!" The strong man snorted coldly and kicked out, and suddenly, Forestry was directly kicked off the stage and fell heavily to the ground.

Forestry's face was the color of pig's liver, and his cheeks were hot and painful.

remembered the scene just now, defeating himself with just one move, and making him lose face, which made him spit out a mouthful of blood and fall unconscious.

"Who else would dare to fight?" The strong man looked at the dream and said arrogantly.

With so many people staring at the stage, at this moment, the strong man only felt that he was the protagonist and the focus of everyone.

With the words of the strong man, the clansmen of the Qingya tribe all looked at Meng Zhiyan and at this young martial king.

"Do any of you dare to go out and fight?" Meng Zhiyan looked at Ling Feng and the four of them, and there was a faint trace of distress between his eyebrows.

Even the forestry industry at the forefront is not an enemy of one move, and who among them can defeat this strong man.

No one spoke, and even two people turned around and left.

Since even the first fighter can't be defeated, what qualifications does he have to stand on the stage.

Meng Zhiyan looked at no one answering, and his face became even darker.

The Great Elder on the side looked at Meng Zhiyan, his eyes still revealed a trace of ruthlessness, and said with a smile: "Zhiyan, do you have any people to fight?" ”

Meng Zhiyan looked bitter, and when he was about to give up, he saw Jiang Zhen slowly walk out.

Jiang Zhen's steps are very light, but he has a trace of indescribable magic, as if he is combined with heaven and earth.

"He actually went to war." Meng Zhiyan looked at Jiang Zhen, and there was a strange look in his beautiful eyes.

She thought that Jiang Zhen was the weakest person in this group, but now, Jiang Zhen was heading towards this second-level martial artist.

Looking at this familiar person, Meng Zhiyan also held his breath.

In front of the stage, Jiang Zhen did not jump up, but walked up step by step.

He stood on the stage, his silver-white mask reflected in the sunlight, as if he was strangely indifferent, gray linen and the long sword he carried, as if he was a lonely swordsman,

Jiang Zhen looked at the strong man, didn't say a word, and didn't draw his sword.

The sword was unsheathed, but Jiang Zhen's heart was unsheathed.

"Boy, give your name." The strong man looked at Jiang Zhen with an arrogant expression.

Jiang Zhen is only a second-level warrior, and there is a world of difference between him and him, how can this make him raise his fighting spirit?

Jiang Zhen smiled, his smile with a strange look in it, it was a reminder from death.

Looking at Jiang Zhen, who was silent, the strong man didn't say anything, just stood in place with a disdainful face.

He didn't bother to strike first, a second-class samurai, and it wasn't worth his first shot.

Jiang Zhen looked at the disdainful strong man, only to see Jiang Zhen stand up instantly, clenched his fist with one hand, and blasted out directly.

The fist shook the sky, like a meteorite from the barren sky, and rushed directly towards the strong man.

Wasted Sky Fist!

As soon as he made a move, it was one of the martial arts of the Jiangjia Village and Township Clan, the Wild Sky Fist.

"Tiger, don't keep your hands!" On the high platform, Meng Lin suddenly stood up and looked at the strong man.

The strong man was stunned, and a hideous smile suddenly appeared on his face.