Wu Song walked to the center of the square, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on him.

As early as when he walked into the square, Wu Song had already cut a hole on his fingertips, and a thin blood mark seeped out from Wu Song's fingertips, staining the Tiangang talisman held in the palm of his hand. This several-inch-long rune paper disappeared unexpectedly after being stained with Wu Song's blood.

The blood marks on Wu Song's fingers also became smooth, as if nothing had happened.

"Ahh

Wu Song stood in the center of the square, his hands clenched into fists, and he felt so full, as if every cell in his body was roaring. He walked to the front of the eighth iron pier, held the ring with both hands, and with a slight lift, the iron pier left the ground and was held up by Wu Songping on his chest. This iron pier is seven or eight hundred catties, but Wu Song feels so effortless.

"What is he doing, why not the heaviest one?" Gongsun Sheng was on the sidelines, a little puzzled.

Just when everyone thought that this was Wu Song's achievement, Wu Song suddenly let go of his right hand, and the iron pier in his hand fell, and the weight was all pressed on his left hand.

Everyone was shocked, the weight of seven or eight hundred catties was all pressed on one hand, which was not a joke. To everyone's surprise, Wu Song's left hand did not bend, but instead stretched out, moving the iron pier to the left side of his body, and held it flat like this.

This was not enough, Wu Song's empty right hand scooped up the ground, and actually lifted the heaviest iron pier from the ground, and held it flat on the right side of his body like the iron pier on his left hand. In this way, Wu Song stood in the center of the square with two hands, one carrying a weight of 800 catties and the other carrying a weight of 1,000 catties, like an Arhat King Kong.

If Fang Jie and that kid just now brought shock to everyone, then Wu Song gave people the feeling that they were powerless, such a strong strength could no longer be described as innate divine power.

The eyes of everyone outside the arena widened as they watched this almost impossible. Fang Jie, Qinglong and the others who had fought with Wu Song also began to think in their hearts, could it be that Wu Song still had room when he fought with him, and he did not give full play to his strength. If that's really the case, it would be terrible.

Wu Song felt the shocked gazes of everyone, but he had already put down the iron pier in his hand, because he felt that the effect of the Tiangang talisman seemed to have faded.

After putting down the iron pier, Wu Song quietly returned to his position, leaving everyone with an unfathomable feeling.

Many people are already speculating about Wu Song's identity and the forces behind him, because all the people present have either rich or noble backgrounds, so it is their instinct to understand strange and powerful forces.

Wu Song's gaze swept over the field, and finally stopped at the delicate and thin man in the group of young people, who was staring at himself at this time, and there was something in his eyes that made Wu Song feel familiar.

"I must have seen this man somewhere." Wu Song was thinking about it, and his eyes swept casually on the man's neck, there is no Adam's apple, and the man has no Adam's apple? Even father-in-law will have an Adam's apple, unless-

"I see." Wu Song was relieved, it turned out that this person was dressed as a man, and he was simply a Mulan. Thinking of this, Wu Song's eyes unconsciously stared at this person's chest, it turned out to be a horse Pingchuan, and he didn't know if it was really like this, or if it was restrained by some kind of chest belt.

Seeing Wu Song suddenly staring at his chest, the man was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of anger flashed on his face, his face was slightly flushed, and he seemed to curse something.

Judging from the shape of her mouth, Wu Song can know that she is scolding a "shameless person", how can these words sound so familiar? Seeing this person with his hands on his chest, looking like a thief, Wu Song secretly teased in his heart, "The little girl's face is not bad, but the scale of this chest, Yulan, this little girl, is better than you, hehe." ”

Then, the old lady Zhu announced Wu Song's direct promotion, and then asked Fang Jie and the other four to draw lots to compete, and the result was that Qinglong and the group of people in red clothes and black pants were drawn, and Fang Jie fought against the tiger boy.

After a short break, the first joust began.

The two people standing on the field were Qinglong and the man in red clothes and black pants. Qinglong's use is his Qinglong knife, and with his green clothes, it gives people a feeling of training.

The man in red didn't have any weapons in his hand, but he took out two flying knives from his cuffs, one in each hand, and stuck them in the palm of his hand, he turned out to be a master with hidden weapons, somehow, Wu Song actually remembered the dead Liu Gao, he was also a master with hidden weapons, I don't know what the relationship between the two is.

Wu Song didn't want to think about it too much, and the two on the field began to fight. With a wave of the man in red's hand, the flying knife was already shooting towards the green dragon like lightning. Although Qinglong's eyes were a little surprised, as soon as his Qinglong knife was horizontal, the flying knife deviated from the direction, but the powerful force on the flying knife also shook Qinglong's hand slightly.

But the flying knife was castrated, and a knife stabbed a man on the sidelines, this person was a guest of Zhujiazhuang, and before he could say anything, his legs were weak and he fell to the ground. Seeing this man's mouth foaming at the mouth, everyone understood that this flying knife must have a high degree of poison on it. Seeing this, those who were close to the sidelines drew their weapons one after another, for fear that the flying knives would fall on their bodies.

Wu Song could see that this person's attainments in hidden weapons might not be as good as Liu Gao. You must know that Liu Gao's sword power at that time was enough to force Wu Song back a few steps, and in the end, if it wasn't for Gongsun Sheng's help, there might still be suspense in the competition between him and Liu Gao.

Looking at the green dragon on the field again, after he forced back the flying knife of the man in red, his body was only slightly stunned, and the green dragon knife in his hand opened and closed widely, walking like flying, and he had already slashed towards the man.

The man in red saw that a move was missed, a few traces of heaviness flashed in his eyes, and he retreated, while waving all kinds of hidden weapons in his hand, plum blossom darts, lancets, and pear blossom needles, but unfortunately, these are all useless moves, and after being resisted by Qinglong three or two, they all fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the man in red was forced to the edge of the square, and seeing the green dragon getting closer and closer, the man in red had no choice but to give up using the hidden weapon, and instead drew a soft sword from his waist to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the green dragon.

If this person's secret weapon kung fu can still be seen, then this person's close-quarters combat ability is simply miserable. Under the powerful attack of the green dragon, although this person resisted hard, but in the end, he was shocked by the green dragon knife, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell out of the field.

"Tong Er-sama." The rest of the black-clothed people were in a hurry, and hurriedly ran over to help the man up.

"Tong Er-sama!?" Wu Song suddenly remembered that when he was competing with Liu Gao, when he was punched away by himself, his subordinates also called him "Tong Daren".

"Tong One, Tong II? Tong Guan! Wu Song was a little puzzled, although he couldn't think about the relationship between these people for the time being, but he knew that they must be inseparable from Tong Guan.

Qinglong also walked off the field, he didn't seem to have any trouble at all, it seems that the two are really not opponents of the same level.

After the person named Tong Er was injured, the scene was a little chaotic for the time being, it was nothing more than the people from Zhujiazhuang going up to shush the cold and ask for warmth, although this had nothing to do with them, but the old lady Zhu was also afraid that the forces behind these people would anger him, this is the sorrow of the weak.

Wu Song didn't have anything to do for a while, and simply shifted his attention to the ancient hundred steel smelting diagram, he found that many people were also staring at this diagram at this time, and some people had words in their mouths, as if they wanted to forcibly memorize this diagram, but everyone looked like their brows were frowning deeper and deeper, it seemed that it was really like Luan Tingyu said, this was a picture that could not be remembered.

Wu Song's lazy gaze touched this picture, he didn't have time to look at it carefully at first, but now that he has the opportunity, of course he has to take a good look.

When Wu Song's mind was all immersed in this picture, his brows became more and more wrinkled at first, but then, his face was excited for a while, and then it was low, almost every minute without a duplicate, as if he was evil.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "How is this possible, this is absolutely impossible?" ”