This hibiscus golden needle needs to be cultivated to the Mahayana realm with internal strength "Wudang Heart Method" to be controlled, many inner disciples are not able to learn, and the golden needle thrown out is either insufficient in accuracy or lack of strength, and the golden needle thrown out by Bai Zhanyuan is not only peculiar, but also free to retract and release, and the strength and speed are also properly handled, which makes their eyes light up.

Although the use of hidden weapons in the ring competition is a bit disgraceful, this hibiscus golden needle secret weapon is indeed a martial art of the Wudang faction, and there is no distinction between good and evil in martial arts, only the difference between good and evil is used.

With the help of the Hibiscus Golden Needle, Bai Zhanyuan's next battle was like a bamboo, defeating nine outer disciples in one go, plus Zhang Lan, who didn't come, that was ten.

This time, the ten outer disciples were all defeated, and Bai Zhanyuan was the second leap dragon gate!

If Bai Zhanyuan could still win in the last three inner disciples to challenge Jing Ying's disciples, then he would surpass Zhang Yufeng and become the second disciple of the Wudang faction to achieve the carp triple jump after Lan Ruoxi in the past hundred years.

"This time, the inner disciples entered the competition with three entries, and they were originally going to challenge Jingying's disciple Xunfang, but now they are challenging Bai ...... Bai Zhanyuan! Elder Guo chattered a little excitedly, and at the same time looked at Elder Bai on the side, and found that Elder Bai was overjoyed, as if he had suddenly become a lot younger.

Although Elder Bai was overjoyed, he also knew that the next inner disciples were not as good as the outer disciples, because there were several more martial arts that the inner disciples could cultivate: "Wuji Xuangong Fist", "Wudang Mianzhang", "Bagua You Dragon Palm", "Zhenyao Iron Palm", "Huifeng Palm", "Tiger Claw Hand", "Divine Gate Thirteen Swords", "Rouyun Sword Technique".

"The first challenger, Zhou Jiakai, please come to the stage!" Elder Guo stood up and shouted.

At this time, Wu Bao, the military deacon of the outer gate, had stepped down and was replaced by Deacon Mei of the inner gate.

Deacon May was about fifty years old, had a goatee, a dark, slender face, sparse eyebrows, and somewhat cloudy eyes. He glanced at Bai Zhanyuan, who was meditating and resting on the stage, and then at Zhou Jiakai, a disciple who came up on the steps on the right, and secretly compared the strength of the two enters.

This week, he is in his thirties, he looks more mature and steady, and he has been cultivating for five times, and he has practiced "Wudang Mianzhang" quite hotly.

This Bai Zhanyuan fought hard, and after more than two hundred moves, he wasted five or six golden needles before he defeated Zhou Jiakai.

"Zhou Jiakai failed in the challenge, and Bai Zhanyuan White Tiger was rewarded with a life-killing pill!" Deacon May preached.

Since then, Bai Zhanyuan has received the following rewards: a myelin-washing pill, a Yijing pill, a detoxification pill, a Sanhuang Baola pill, and a White Tiger Killing Pill.

If he wins one more game, he will get a sharp weapon: the White Dragon Sword! This sword was originally used by Lu Feiqing, a martial artist, with twists and turns, equivalent to a soft sword, and later ranked among the five famous swords in Wudang.

"Hahaha, as long as I defeat one more entry, I can get the White Dragon Sword! Hehe, the White Dragon Sword, the Ning Bi Sword, the True Martial Sword, the Seven Star Sword, the Taiji Sword, each one is a sharp weapon! Bai Zhanyuan was slightly excited, his surname was Bai, and he thought that only the White Dragon Sword was worthy of him, so he was determined to get this White Dragon Sword.

It's a pity that the arrival of one broke his dream.

"Little Ancestor, why did you come?" Wu Bao was strolling anxiously outside the square, and just happened to bump into Zhang Lan who came in a hurry.

"Hehe, a little thing is delayed, it's only ten o'clock! Where is the game? Zhang Lan walked over and asked.

"It's only ten o'clock? Thanks to what you said, if you don't come, you won't have anything to do! There are a total of three inner disciples who have signed up, except for you, there are only two left! Zhou Jiakai has been defeated, and Fei Kankan and you are left! "Wu Bao doesn't have a good airway.

"Hehe, it's okay, I have the prescient, I knew I would be late, so I signed up for three games, missed two and had one, hehe, this last one was just caught up by me!" Zhang Lan smiled and strode towards the audience.

Originally, Zhang Lan would have come earlier, but who knew that something trivial happened at home, so he went back to his hometown, so he hurried over.

When Zhang Lan came, the disciples in the penance area suddenly smashed the pot and said, "Oh, I thought that kid was scared and didn't dare to come!" ”

"Look, that kid who looks like Bruce Lee is Zhang Shanfeng? nǎinǎi, how does it sound so similar to the name of our ancestor Zhang Sanfeng? An inner disciple looked back and pointed to Zhang Lan, who was following Deacon Wu, and said depressedly.

Bai Zhanyuan, who was sitting on the stage pranayama, opened his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Lan contemptuously, smiled coldly, and then closed his eyes to recuperate. In his opinion, Zhang Lan deliberately came so late just to attract everyone's attention, and he was really a madman, and his behavior was different from Chang Jin.

Deacon Wu ran to the rostrum, and told the head of Zhang Lan's late arrival. Surprisingly, Wu Zhenjin Jingran was not angry at all, and said lightly: "Maybe there was some accident temporarily, right?" I don't believe he's so ignorant that he sleeps in before the competition? ”

"Master, is that Zhang Shanfeng? What is his cultivation? Lan Ruoxi blinked her big black eyes and asked Fang Protector in front of her with her mouth cocked.

"I'm not the ancestor master, I have cultivated into yin yang eyes, and I can see through the cultivation of the other person out of thin air, but wait a minute, he will definitely go to the field to fight, and you can see what cultivation is." Fang Protector Dao.

In fact, Fang Protector had already secretly checked Zhang Lan's cultivation just now, and found that he was mediocre, but he vaguely felt that there was something strange about him? Even if he was a half-immortal cultivator, it was difficult to determine Zhang Lan's true strength.

Elder Guo also glanced at Zhang Shanfeng, who had just sat down, and said loudly: "Next, the inner disciple Fei Kankan will come to the stage!" ”

The crowd looked at the seating area of the inner door, and found that a disciple stood up with his head bowed, and said ashamedly: "I abstain!" Then he glanced up at Bai Zhanyuan, who was staring at him on the stage, and winked at him. Although his small action was difficult to detect, the careful Elder Bai noticed it, and thought to himself, this kid is on the way, and he will be promoted instead.

There was an uproar, Fei Kankan actually abstained automatically? If Zhang Shanfeng hadn't come, wouldn't Bai Zhanyuan have already achieved the carp triple jump?

"In this game, Fei Kankan abstained and rewarded Bai Zhanyuan with Yi Rongdan! The next one to play is Zhang Shanfeng, please! Elder Guo looked at Zhang Landao, who was sitting diagonally in the penance area.

Since Zhang Shanfeng was not used to the name yet, hearing Elder Guo call him, Zhang Lan had not yet reacted, and was looking around.

"Hey, classmate Shan Fengzi, Elder Guo is calling you!" The kindness on the side reminded.

"Shenma? Oooh! ”

After being reminded by the senior brother next door, Zhang Lan remembered that Zhang Shanfeng was herself! He stretched, looked up at the rostrum, and found that the leaders were all looking at him like pandas. Especially the white elder's gaze was even more special, blinking, as if he wanted to hint at something?

Zhang Lan didn't care about so much, stood up lazily, and nodded to the rostrum.

He came to participate in this carp jumping dragon gate activity completely for the task of the lottery system, and the opponents he met before were either five qi dynasty yuan or half-immortals, and the little minions below the three flowers could kill a basket with one big move. Therefore, such a battle is like a little pot friend in kindergarten for him Zhang Lan.

Seeing Zhang Lan standing up without knowing what to do, Elder Bai's eyes suddenly became cold, staring at Zhang Lan coldly like a poisonous snake, as if to say: Boy, you'd better abstain, you will benefit from it; If you are reckless, you will suffer later!

"Huh?"

Seeing Elder Bai's unkind gaze, Zhang Lan frowned.

According to the seniority, Zhang Lannai is Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple, and even the head Wu Zhenjin affectionately calls him a senior uncle, this Elder Bai is usually a good person, how can he become pressed in with power when it comes to his own personal entry?

"Hehe, this gaze is threatening me? It's also good, the thousand-mile sound transmission technique that I just learned a few years ago just came in handy. Zhang Lan sneered, took a step, stepped out of the seat, and walked towards the passage next to him.

At the same time, the golden sè seal of the word "transmission" hanging in his mud pill palace was lit up, and a mysterious voice reached Elder Bai's ears.

"Elder Bai, I'm Zhang Shanfeng, why are you staring at me like this? Are you threatening me? ”

When Elder Bai heard this voice, he was startled, and subconsciously shouted, "Who? ”。 Elder Jin on the side said, "Old Bai, who is it, surprised?" ”

Wu Zhenjin and Fang Protector also cast their eyes to look at him, and Elder Bai said embarrassedly, "It's nothing...... Hallucination...... Hallucination! ”。 Listening to Elder Bai talk about hallucinations, Wu Zhenjin thought that Elder Bai was too worried about Bai Zhanyuan's next game, and he had hallucinations in his mind, so he didn't think much about it.

In fact, how did he know that Zhang Lan had just used the Thousand-Mile-Transmission Technique to talk to him?

"You say, this Zhang Shanfeng doesn't have real talent in the end?"

Looking at the back of Zhang Lan, who was walking towards the ring from the passage, the audience was talking in whispers.

"What's the hurry, I'll find out later! But this kid is definitely bold! "One entry.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Lan stepped into the ring from the steps on the left.

"I've seen Deacon May!" Zhang Lan bowed to Mei Donghai, who was holding a drumstick.

"You are Zhang Shanfeng?" A very unfriendly voice came from behind him.

Zhang Lan turned around and glanced at Bai Zhanyuan, dressed in white, with a Tai Chi gossip on his chest, looking a bit like Bai Yutang, a brocade rat on TV, with a little arrogance and a little chic.

Bai Zhanyuan also looked Zhang Shanfeng up and down, with a height of more than one meter and seven inches, an inch head, a well-defined face, sharp eyes, wearing an ascetic disciple's uniform, with black sè leggings tied on his feet, waiting for cloth boots.

"Damn, this kid is very tugging!" Bai Zhanyuan scolded in his heart and slowly stood up.

Bai Zhanyuan found that this mountain style looked too similar to the former kung fu superstar Bruce Lee in both figure and face, and even his eyes and movements were very similar.

"I'm Zhang Shanfeng, I've kept you waiting!" Zhang Lan arched his hand.

Bai Zhanyuan's brows furrowed, and he scolded secretly in his heart: ", who is waiting for you?" If you don't come, I'll be happy! However, if he defeats him in the last game openly, he may win more brilliantly! ”

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