"Okay, I agree with your proposal, in the next competition, if you win, the Ruyi Essence Gold Rod in my hand will be yours, but if you lose, you have to be at my disposal, right?" The second elder's eyes were like torches, and he said.

"Deal, may I ask the master, what do you think?"

Lin Jingyu turned to Master Xuzhu and asked for his opinion, after all, he was the notary of this competition, so this gamble still needs his affirmation before it can take effect.

Master Xuzhu's face changed slightly, and he looked at the second elder of the Kunlun faction.

"Second Elder, may I ask if what you just said is true?" Master Xuzhu asked.

"Naturally, take it seriously." The second elder of the Kunlun faction replied.

"Well, okay, does the second elder admit that I am the notary of your gamble?" Master Xuzhu asked again.

"Naturally admit it." The second elder of the Kunlun faction replied without thinking.

Master Xuzhu nodded, and the expression on his face was also a lot relieved, he needed to ask clearly, this is also what a qualified host does, and then looked at Lin Jingyu's side.

"The disciple also admits it." Lin Jingyu responded immediately.

"In this case, in this gambling game, the competition between Lin Shaoxia and Zhang Shaoxia, if Lin Shaoxia wins the competition, then the second elder will give Lin Shaoxia the wishful essence gold rod in his hand unconditionally, if Lin Shaoxia loses the competition, then Lin Shaoxia will be unconditionally at the disposal of the second elder, right?" Master Xuzhu looked at the two of them and asked.

"Well, that's right." The two said in unison.

So it was decided.

On the third elder's side, he actually wanted to persuade Lin Jingyu, because it was obvious that there was a one-sided trend in this competition, and what Zhang Qingsong's strength was, others might not know, but the third elder knew something, which was not at all the same as the ordinary B-level late stage Great Perfection, which was why he could propose such outrageous competition rules.

As long as Lin Jingyu withstands his five attacks, even if Lin Jingyu wins the competition, such rules seem to be inclined to Lin Jingyu, but after thinking about it a little, the most important thing is not who the competition rules tend towards, but Zhang Qingsong has such confidence.

But the three elders could only be in a hurry, because in the final analysis, this suddenly proposed gamble still depends on Lin Jingyu.

The second elder of the Kunlun faction said that he was making a bet with the third elder of the Huashan faction, but he actually wanted to bet with Lin Jingyu, so the third elder couldn't participate too much.

The competition begins.

Lin Jingyu held the snow sword in his hand, standing on the martial arts arena, and his body was already surrounded by layers of violent air currents, which was majestic.

On the other hand, Zhang Qingsong's position does not emit the imaginary violent aura, but a plain feeling, he seems to have no luck, how can it be?

"Senior Brother Zhang, you can make a move, I'll continue here." Lin Jingyu said.

"Senior Brother Lin, your strength is not as good as mine, so it's better for you to make a move first, the five attacks that you said were good, if you can't knock you to the ground, then even if I lose."

"Okay, then the junior brother will be able to learn the superb martial arts of Senior Brother Zhang!"

After Lin Jingyu finished speaking, his expression froze, and with the blessing of his true qi, the chill of the snow sword in his hand became rich, as if it could be felt within ten meters of the surroundings.

Phew.

Lin Jingyu brandished the snow sword and swept towards Zhang Qingsong's position, the speed was quite fast, but Zhang Qingsong didn't seem to care too much about Lin Jingyu's rush, but continued to stand quietly in place, as if waiting for his arrival.

"No. 7 Sword Technique, Third Style!"

Lin Jingyu swung a sword shadow towards Zhang Qingsong's position, the so-called best defense is to attack, so he chose to strike first, but whether this approach can be effective needs to be further observed.

"Not bad!"

A voice came from Zhang Qingsong's position, and the next moment, under Lin Jingyu's gaze, Zhang Qingsong was actually struck by that sword shadow!

How can it be?

Lin Jingyu was taken aback, he was wondering why Zhang Qingsong didn't dodge?

What is the power of the third style of the No. 7 sword technique, Lin Jingyu has a general understanding, the first type can leave a deep mark on the boulder, the second type can split a ten-meter diameter boulder into pieces, and the third type can only smash a boulder with a diameter of thirty meters with only one sword!

The third form of the No. 7 Sword Technique can split a dense sword shadow in a short time, but it can also be condensed into one, which is more powerful.

If this sword is slashed on a person's body, it will be shattered to ordinary people, Zhang Qingsong in front of him is obviously not an ordinary person, what will happen to him, it is not yet known.

Lin Jingyu became nervous, not knowing if Zhang Qingsong could take such an attack, Lin Jingyu hoped that he could take it, and quickly thought that the moment before the sword shadow struck him, Zhang Qingsong said a word: Not bad!

What does that mean?

Lin Jingyu knew that this was definitely not a scream, but a compliment.

If nothing else, the sword shadow did not cause any harm to him, so his attention continued to focus on Zhang Qingsong's position.

The sword shadow was very fast, and it sliced diagonally from his body with a bang, almost without a trace of hindrance, easier than cutting tofu, and cut it like this?

Wait a minute.

Lin Jingyu suddenly found that Zhang Qingsong, who was obliquely cut by the sword shadow, did not change his body, that is, he did not see the change in his body shape, which was enough to split it in half, but did not leave a trace on his body.

"It's a little slower."

Suddenly, a voice came, which stunned Lin Jingyu, and after reacting, he realized that it was Zhang Qingsong's voice, but at this moment, a figure swept out, and the speed was above Lin Jingyu's reaction.

What is the purpose of the figure rushing out, soon, Lin Jingyu knew.

Rumble!

Lin Jingyu was about to dodge, but he only felt a huge force on his back, and the force was so great that he couldn't resist it at all.

The whole person was lifted up, Lin Jingyu couldn't control it, and flew up and pounced forward, during which he realized that this huge force was done by Zhang Qingsong, and realized that he was not injured because of the sword shadow, could it be ......

Lin Jingyu suddenly thought that the Zhang Qingsong who was slashed by the sword shadow just now might not be his real body at all, but an afterimage.

Thinking of this, Lin Jingyu secretly felt bad.

The speed of this green pine's body is so fast that it is perverted!

Coupled with the voice that came just now, Lin Jingyu was even more sure that Zhang Qingsong was not injured, and the sword shadow did not slash him, so he was easily dodged.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingsong did not hit other parts of Lin Jingyu's body, and to his delight, there were no signs of pain after the massive blow to his back, which meant that the vest on his body blocked his attack.

Thinking of meeting Jiang Wen before, as an A-level martial artist, he still didn't hurt Lin Jingyu, and now Zhang Qingsong, a B-level late Great Perfection martial artist, was not injured, which is reasonable.

Falling with a bang, Lin Jingyu screamed.

Not screaming because of pain, but to call Zhang Qingsong, and he struggled to roll on the ground when he fell to the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Through this attack, Lin Jingyu was surprised to find that Zhang Qingsong's combat power at the moment was not at all what he should have in the late stage of the B-level Great Perfection, and his strength was at least equivalent to the mid-A-level level!