Zhao San walked to the middle of the field, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long knife, and waved it a few times, feeling that it was extremely convenient, but there was nothing special. He held his knife and hugged his fists and said: "Zhao San, the son of the sect, knows some rough kung fu, martial arts have just been cleared, and the sword technique knows some basic moves, which one will come to teach?"

Hearing him say this, some of the people who had already condensed the cave could only give up, and at this time, a big man in his early thirties jumped into the field and said: "There are many people in the town who know me, the tall and big biao of the Changwei Martial Arts Pavilion, and he has been in the pulse for a few years, how about coming to practice with you?"

Zhao Sanlang said: "Brother is willing to teach, I can't ask for it." With that, he took a few steps back and dragged the knife to the ground.

Over there, Gao Dabiao stepped forward and pulled out the knife, brandishing a few knife flowers, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, this knife seemed to have a kind of magic in his hand, roaring as if he was going to fight. It is really worthy of being cast by the grandmaster, and it really has spirituality. He raised his knife and hugged his fist and said, "Please!" Without waiting for Zhao San to reply, he took a few steps forward and slashed in front of him!

Although Zhao San is proficient in knife skills, it is the first time to fight with someone like this, and it is inevitable that he will panic. Seeing the sword light coming, the instinctive long knife went to the liao.

"Stabbing—" The two knives struck, and sparks splashed.

Li Wuwu shook his head.

A knife intersected, Zhao San only felt numb, but the tall biao was in his heart: In fact, he just took advantage of the other party's skills, but the result was different from what he thought, it seems that he has to fight up and deal with it well.

The two sides exchanged hands again, and Zhao San, who was tall and powerful, retreated step by step. But Zhao San was getting more and more relaxed in his heart, only feeling that the knife in his hand was getting more and more convenient, and with his own mind, the sword light flowed, and gradually turned defense into offense.

After twenty or thirty moves, Gao Dabiao was already sweating, and Zhao San looked more and more comfortable.

Gao Dabiao saw that it was not a way, gritted his teeth, and used a lose-lose style of play, let go of the defense, fought for serious injuries, and directly slashed at the head!

Zhao Sanli also ignored it, with the light of the knife, Gao Dabiao's head slash fell into the air, and then before he came back to his senses, Zhao San slashed obliquely, like an antelope hanging horns, from Gao Dabiao's shoulders to his chest and abdomen, "stabbing ——" The blade slashed against his underwear, and his coat drew a hole more than two feet long.

Zhao San put away his knife and stood up.

Gao Dabiao was a little ashamed, but in this public, he still had to take care of his face, so he had to bow his hand shamefully and said, "Thank you for your mercy!" Then he thrust the long knife into the ground and turned to leave. Zhao San's voice sounded behind itself: "Accept!"

Waiting for Gao Dabiao to leave the venue, Zhao San calmed down and flashed his knife: "Who else is coming?"

Someone immediately came up from below.

The sword light was like snow, and after a while, Zhao San fought three people in a row. The more Zhao San fought, the smoother he became, and the knife fulfilled people's wishes, and the more calmly he came.

At this moment, there are sky-high applause around.

The people of the world worship martial arts, who does not respect the well-known man? Zhao Sanyi won successive battles with a long knife, and the emotions of the crowd were soaring for a while.

"Whew-" After ten moves, the blade stopped at the neck of the third person. A few strands of broken hair fell in the wind, but they didn't hurt a bit, and Zhao San's control of the moves became more and more stable. The knife is really like an arm, calm and happy.

Wait for the third person to leave the stage, and no one will come to the stage for a while.

Zhang Yihammer was a little regretful, but he had to stand up and say: "Everyone, you must all know what this gambling war is all about, today this Zhao Zhuang can win consecutive battles, in addition to his own extraordinary skills, the tailor-made sword casting method created by this son should also be indispensable!"

Speaking of this, he bowed his hand to Li Wuwu and said: "I lost this gambling battle, I am convinced, I will not take a penny from this knife to Yu Gongzi." But I have a reluctant request. ”

As if he knew that he would say this, Li Wuwu raised his eyes and said, "Sect Master Zhang is polite, I don't know what Grandmaster wants?"

"Childe's tailor-made knife is the first of its kind to open up the rivers and lakes, and Zhang hopes that Childe can spread this method and benefit the martial arts!" Zhang Yihammer stared at Li Wuwu with his eyes, for fear that he would refuse.

Hearing Zhang Yihammer say this, just now when he saw Zhao San's state of divine might, everyone below looked at Li Wuwu.

Li Wuwu was noncommittal, but he reached out and took out a scroll of paper and said, "I also have a deal I want to make with the Grandmaster, how about it?"

Zhang Yihammer replied loudly: "What does the son command, just say it!"

At this time, the people in the rivers and lakes below admired this hammer even more, how many people can be dedicated to the benefit of martial arts, regardless of personal gains and losses?

Li Wuwu shook the page in his hand and said: "The so-called don't think about winning and losing first, after I went back yesterday, I took this as a bet and the twelve methods of casting experience were silent, and today I see that I don't need it, so I will exchange him for a promise to the grandmaster, which can be regarded as a waste use." ”

When Zhang Yihammer heard this, his eyes were about to glow green, and he said in a loud voice: "Speak quickly, what do you want the old man to do?"

Li Wuwu handed over the page in his hand, and then said loudly: "Yesterday I watched the farming tools cast by the grandmaster in the grandmaster's shop, and I realized in my heart, today I will exchange this casting experience for a promise from the grandmaster, and ask the grandmaster to order all the shops in the town to cast agricultural tools with scrap iron and low-quality iron ore, and sell them to the people at a low price." I believe that with the status of a grandmaster, if you sincerely call for this, you should have a lot to do!"

That Zhang Yihammer was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he thought that Li Wuwu would let him cast a divine weapon or use it for him, but he didn't expect it to be such a simple idea, and it was a matter of people's farming tools that had nothing to do with him.

However, he was also a simple person, and I saw him take a few steps forward, facing the blacksmith masters and apprentices outside the venue, and raised the page in his hand: "Everyone, entrusted by this son, I hope you can work together to help me cast farm tools from scrap iron, and as a token of gratitude, I will share this casting experience with you, how about it?"

Everyone in the audience cheered and said in a loud voice: "Grandmaster, but he has a life, he will never dare to resign!"

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A carriage leisurely walked away, and Li Wuwu gave Zhang Yihammer the method of tailor-made knife casting as an additive. In fact, this so-called tailor-made casting has long been circulated among the family, but ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can't get in touch with it at all, and even if they come into contact with it, they don't have the capital to customize such a weapon.

Today, Li Wuwu left these casting methods behind, and has a rather legendary gambling story, I believe it is very easy to spread, and he firmly believes that as long as the superior and capable people really care about the people and think about the people everywhere, it will not be long before this country and the world will be full of vitality.

Along the way, the "car hero" Zhao Sange had forgotten what he had done, and threw himself on the long knife in his hand that was tailor-made for him. One would pull the long knife out of the snakeskin scabbard, swing it a few times, and hold it in his arms and giggle.

Today's gamble can't say who wins or loses, but Zhao San earned it.