Zhao Zheng shook his face and looked at it, and saw that the new one was a middle-aged man with long hair, who was already old, with a few strands of white hair mixed with black hair, medium stature, wearing a short coat, a pair of soybean eyes, a rosacea, and a wicked smile on his face. He recognized this person, this was the master of the five villages on the mountain. Tang Ming, if I remember correctly, it should also be a sixfold heavenly cultivation.

"Little brother, how about I come to accompany you a few times this time?" Tang Ming asked with a chuckle.

The strength of several village masters is different, and the village masters of the fifth to sixth heavens are relatively easy to deal with, such as those who have cultivated above the seven heavens, Zhao Zheng can't beat them. Now that another Sixfold Heaven Village Master has jumped up, it couldn't be better for Zhao Zheng. He blurted out and agreed: "Anyone is welcome to come, please come in." ”

"Since you're welcome, I'd like to discuss something with you before I fight."

"Tang Zhai master, but it doesn't hurt to say it." Zhao Zheng frowned slightly, faintly feeling that Tang Ming was playing some kind of ghost idea.

"You came here to ask for our cottage's treasure black ironwood, and the owner of the big village made a generous move, promising you to give you a hundred catties of black ironwood for every time you win. But I think this matter is somewhat inappropriate, no matter how you think about it, our cottage is too much of a loss. If you win, you can walk with black ironwood, and if you lose, you have nothing to lose. That's a bit unreasonable, right? Tang Ming squinted slightly, his eyes were like needles.

"What do you mean?"

"In my opinion, you should also come out with some lottery heads, which is only fair and reasonable. If you win, the black ironwood will be yours, and if you lose, you have to leave something on the mountain. ”

"What the Tang Zhai Lord said. It's not fair. Let's talk about it. What do you want me to come up with? Is it money, martial arts, or treasure? ”

Tang Ming smiled, his gaze spun around, and fell on the Zichu Sword held in Zhao Zheng's hand, and said straight to the point: "The Sword Casting Villa is full of heroes all over the world, making the Zichu Sword famous, everyone wants it, I have always been a greedy person, and naturally it is no exception." Something else in you. I don't want anything, I just want the Zichu Sword in your hand! If you lose, give me the Zichu Sword. Of course, I will never force it, if you don't have the courage to do it, if you're afraid of me, don't agree to it. However, don't expect to ask for the black ironwood on this mountain. ”

Tang Ming's words had already forced Zhao Zheng into a Jedi, if Zhao Zheng didn't agree. is afraid that Tang Ming will be embarrassed in public. This method of agitation is simple. But it works better than anything else, especially in public. People breathe a breath, Buddha is a stick of incense, and most of the warriors regard face as more important than life, and they must not allow loss.

Zhao Zheng weighed the Zichu Sword in his hand, and also weighed his own strength and the strength of the other party, and felt that the victory was still very big, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, as you just said, this competition uses Zichu Sword as the color head, if I win, the black iron wood will belong to me, and if I lose, the Zichu Sword will belong to you!" ”

"Good! Joyfully! Tang Ming's eyes shone brightly, and he gave Zhao Zheng a thumbs up, "You kid has guts, you are the number one person, and regardless of winning or losing today, just for your courage and arrogance, I Tang admire you!" ”

"Is there anything else you want to say besides what happened just now?"

"No, we can start fighting now, young man, you open your eyes and look at it, this is Tang someone's blade!" Tang Ming's body flickered, and he didn't know where to take out a full eight long black needles, and tightly clasped the long needles between his fingers. His long needle belongs to the strange weapon in the five elements outside the twenty-four roads, which can be used to stab, can be used to scratch, and at special moments, it can also be used as a hidden weapon. This particular weapon can have a long or short attack range, a little more varied than other weapons, and it is also more difficult to practice.

Moreover, his eight long needles are not ordinary long needles, they are made of a special mineral, the whole body is as black as ink, and it will not glow when waved, which is difficult to capture, like a ghost, so it is named the ghost shadow needle.

Zhao Zheng struck long and short, flashed a move-style immortal to guide the way, pointed at the opponent with his hand, put Zichu's sword behind his back, and bent his body slightly forward, ready to make a move.

The reason why Tang Ming took the risk of jumping up to challenge today was to win the Zichu Sword. His nickname is to see the stitch, and when he sees this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, of course he has to insert a stitch. He cheered up, swam up and attacked, and made a move "Storm and Rain", stabbing forward with both hands, and with each stab, he used the ghost shadow needle to stab out four sharp energy. In the blink of an eye, he stabbed at Zhao Zheng with hundreds of strengths, and these strengths gathered together, like raindrops, and the attack area was extremely large.

Zhao Zheng shook the first sword, looked at the closing style, sealed the portal, and shattered the raindrops of energy with the sword qi, and then stabbed out with a sword, seizing the opportunity to launch a counterattack. The color that was pressed up in this battle was too big to be missed, and as soon as he made a move, he used the powerful killing moves he learned from the red-faced white ape. This move is called "Dragon Teng Tiger Leap", which is extremely powerful, and compared with the overlord Changtu, it is even better!

There are two main movements in the killing move of the dragon and tiger leap, I saw Zhao Zheng stabbing the sword to the ground, stabbing the masonry on the ground with sword qi, and then lifting it high and rolling it with sword qi. The gravel swirled with the sword qi, forming a storm, like a gray dragon, and this was the first action of the dragon and tiger leap.

The sword qi mixed with gravel pounced viciously at Tang Ming, the ghost shadow needle in his hand was too light to be used for defense, so he had to withdraw and jump to the side, dodging this powerful blow.

Zhao Zheng then used the second movement in the Dragon and Tiger Leap, jumping high in the direction where Tang Ming was, and then quickly pounced, as if a tiger was descending from a mountain. In the process of pounce, he swung a sword up and down, and the two sword qi bit each other, imitating the appearance of a tiger biting, and then swung six swords diagonally, imitating the appearance of a tiger scratching, and finally swept a kick, imitating the tiger's tail sweeping.

This whole set of offensive moves is fast and fierce, and it is difficult to parry.

Tang Ming changed color slightly, dodged left and right, lunged forward and backward, and dodged the first few swords, but he couldn't dodge the last kick and was kicked in the back. Hearing a muffled sound, he staggered forward a few steps, barely standing still. Blood was already spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Zheng made a move. A small win. Immediately gained the upper hand. With a tap under his feet, he rushed towards Tang Ming's back, stabbing in distraction.

Tang Ming sensed that the evil wind behind him was not good, and the secret path was not good, so he turned around and took out two ghost shadow needles, one hit Zhao Zheng's head, and the other hit Zhao Zheng's lower abdomen, attacking Zhao Zheng's place where he would save. He has a good skill in playing with hidden weapons. At such a close distance, it is absolutely a hit in every shot.

As soon as Zhao Zheng saw Tang Ming turn around, his subordinates were more careful, slowing down slightly, and when the two ghost shadow needles flew in, he hurriedly waved his sword to resist, knocking one needle away, and then erected the back of the sword and blocked the second needle with the back of the sword.

Tang Ming forced Zhao Zheng with a flying needle and got a chance to breathe. turned around and used the remaining six ghost shadow needles to fight Zhao Zheng. The two fought in one place, killing in the dark. Zhao Zheng's sword moves were surprisingly fierce. Jin Yuan's sword qi is also far sharper than ordinary sword qi, plus he has a divine weapon like the Zichu Sword in his hand, so he is generally stable and superior to Tang Ming. After a few rounds, Tang Ming showed his defeat, only the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back. Tang Ming had no choice but to give up the attack completely, dodge with all his might, and wait for the opportunity to launch the ghost shadow needle in his hand.

When the fight reached the fifteenth round, Tang Ming finally seized a good opportunity and knocked out a ghost shadow needle, which went straight to Zhao's front door.

Zhao Zheng almost hit the trick, relying on Luo Yan's exquisite footwork to dodge, he was slightly angry in his heart, and secretly thought: "Do you think that only you have a hidden weapon in your hand, since you want to play with me with a hidden weapon, I will accompany you to play to the end, to see if your secret weapon is powerful, or my secret weapon is smart!" ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng changed his strategy, slowed down his offensive, and waited for an opportunity to find an opportunity. The two dismantled for another three rounds, he suddenly shouted, and attacked Tang Ming's upper three roads with his sword moves, making him dizzy, and then broke it under his feet, and his heel suddenly forced, touching the mechanism of the needle in the boot, and sending out a small green poisonous needle. The needle is not fatal, but it is paralyzing, making it ideal for use in such situations.

Tang Ming's attention was all on Zhao Zheng's sword moves, and he didn't watch out for the attack below at all, and was hit by a needle in his boot and stabbed in his thigh. He screamed badly, jumped backwards, glanced at the thigh he had been hit, and found a slender needle stuck in it.

Zhao Zheng fell into the well, raised his sword to attack, and chased and hit the side of Tang Mingzhong's needle.

Tang Ming was forced to have no time to take care of him, so he could only let the green needle stick in his leg, he fought and retreated, and found that the leg of the needle was getting numb and numb, and there were signs of poisoning. He gasped, and his face suddenly changed.

Zhao Zheng had already stabilized Tang Ming, but now that Tang Ming had been poisoned again, this advantage was even more obvious. He took advantage of the situation to attack three moves, and finally defeated Tang Ming, and put Zichu's sword across the opponent's neck.

"Zhao Zheng! It doesn't matter if you hit me with a hidden weapon, because I used the hidden weapon first, but if you hit me with a poisonous hidden weapon, this is too unrighteous, right? Tang Ming said indignantly.

"Don't worry, the poison needle I use is very toxic, and it doesn't even need an antidote to solve it, and the toxicity will disappear on its own after a while." Zhao Zheng slowly withdrew the sword in his hand.

"No matter how small the poison is, it is still poison, no matter what you say, it can't change the fact that you use a poison needle."

"If the Tang Zhai lord is obsessed with this, I don't mind re-comparing it." Zhao Zheng said proudly.

"This, this ......" Tang Ming knew that he was not Zhao Zheng's opponent, so he hesitated for a few sentences, and finally flicked his sleeves, pulled out the poisonous needle, threw it on the ground, and gave up, "Forget it, I don't care to do anything with the person who uses the poisonous needle." ”

To this point, Zhao Zheng is more or less depressed, he really doesn't want others to catch the handle, if he knew this, he wouldn't need any needles in his boots to win people. He shook his head with a wry smile, leaned over and picked up the small green needle that had fallen to the ground, and temporarily stored it in the treasure bag hanging from his waist.

Tang Ming had a calm face, limping back to his own team, looking very unhappy.

"Tang Ming, if you lose, you lose, don't make any excuses. You're quite a big person, and you're scheming with your juniors, isn't it a joke. Xiao Tengfei said.

Tang Ming was silent and did not answer.

Xiao Tengfei pressed this stubble and didn't mention it, looked around left and right, and urged the next person to jump over and fight Zhao Zheng. He consciously or unintentionally looked at the second village master and the third village master, both of whom were martial artists above the seventh heaven, once they were finished, Zhao Zheng would definitely be defeated. Now that Zhao Zheng has won three games in a row, according to the agreement, he has obtained a full 400 catties of black ironwood, which is a bit too much. And if the cottage loses again, it will be too embarrassing.

The second village master and the third village master saw Xiao Tengfei's meaning. intends to defeat Zhao Zheng in the next game. A little hesitant. Their realm is too high. If it ends, even if he wins Zhao Zheng, it will not be a glorious thing.

Zhao Zheng observed the words and saw the greasy in it, and his heart suddenly hung up. If the second or third master is gone, he has no chance of winning, and if he loses here, he can only get four hundred catties of black iron and wood, which is not enough to practice at all. He thought about it for a moment. Thinking about it, he took the lead and said loudly: "Dazhai master, I have long heard the prestige of the four village masters' whipping tongue gong', and I have admired this strange martial arts for a long time, I don't know if I can let him come over to teach one or two?" ”

The name of the master of the four villages is Jia Weiming, who is nicknamed the long-tongued ghost, and has practiced a special martial art of "whipping tongue gong". He is a six-fold heavenly martial artist, more powerful than the five village masters and the six village masters, and a little worse than the previous village masters, and he is at this level. Once the person is called off. The second owner and the third owner can't get out. Zhao Zheng hit this idea.

The competition in the rivers and lakes, if you are named and do not end up. It's a shame. Don't say that the strength is equal, even if the strength is a big difference, you have to sacrifice your life to accompany the gentleman.

As soon as Jia Weiming heard that Zhao Zheng was going to discuss with him, he immediately came out of the crowd, hugged his fists at the master of Dazhai and said: "Big brother, since Zhao Shaoxia has this interest, I will go down to accompany him, you wait here, I will come when I go." ”

Xiao Tengfei was a little uneasy, feeling that the master of the four villages under him might not be able to defeat Zhao Zheng, but the matter had come to this point, and there was no way to stop it, so he could only nod and say, "Okay." Brother is here to watch the enemy plundering for you, you go down and accompany Zhao Shaoxia on two trips. ”

Jia Weiming stepped forward, unsheathing the blade he was using as he walked, and held it in his hand. This blade is a pair of ghost-faced copper maces, and it is also a heavy weapon like the urn gold hammer, but it is lighter, and it weighs one hundred and twenty pounds together. There are two kinds of kung fu he practiced, one is the whipping tongue skill, and the other is the gong method, the two kinds of martial arts are one soft and one hard, one light and one heavy, one long and one short, complementing each other is insufficient, and it is infinitely useful and powerful when combined to exert infinite use. Moreover, his martial arts foundation is also much stronger than the previous ones, although several of them are in the same Sixfold Heaven Realm, but there are also differences. He had already reached the peak of the Sixth Heaven, and he was about to hit the Seventh Heaven Realm.

Zhao Zheng knew that this was a tough battle, took a deep breath, and watched the people intently.

I saw Jia Weiming coming in steps, wearing green hanging soap, a big belt around his waist, a ducktail scarf on his head, a small pom-pom on his sideburns, squatting crotch pants underneath, fast boots with a gripping tiger, and a pair of maces in his hands, which looked short and concise. Looking further at his face, he had a wrinkled face, a small nose, a large mouth, and a slight black stubble on his chin. His mouth was peculiar, much larger than normal, and his cheeks were bulging, as if he had something big in his mouth.

Jia Weiming stood still, held the cooked copper gong with both hands, and said with his fists: "Zhao Shaoxia, since you called me up, I will explain a few words to you." I hope that this contest is the same as the one just now, and it will also use Zichujian as the prize. In addition, when competing in martial arts, you and I don't need to use hidden weapons and other sideways, but we want to compare real kung fu. I promise that I will fight with only this long tongue and these two pairs, and you will fight with your sword and fists and feet, what do you think? ”

Zhao Zheng also had no room to refute, so he had to agree: "Okay, just do it according to your words, use the Zichu Sword as the color head, and don't use hidden weapons in the process of martial arts." ”

"Zhao Shaoxia is quick to talk, it's really admirable, since that's the case, then you should invite it first. Jia's double hammer is waiting for you here. Jia Weiming shook his body, pulled away his posture, held one of the wrought copper wedges high, and held the other wrought copper wedges in front of him.

Zhao Zheng has fought several battles in a row, and at this time the internal force has been almost consumed, at most there are still thirty percent of the internal force left, and this battle can only be resolved quickly, and must not be delayed. He took the initiative to attack with his sword, stepped on the light gong Luo Yan step, and performed the incomparable Pegasus swordsmanship in his hand, and used the fast and ruthless move of the white horse through the gap with the first sword.

Jia Wei's famous generals danced impenetrable, protecting Zhou's body up and down, his eyes were like electricity, staring at Zhao Zheng, his mouth was tightly closed, waiting for an opportunity to perform his whipping skills. His movements were extremely fast, and his internal strength was abundant in every move, causing him to fall into the protection of a cloud of white light.

Zhao Zheng rushed left and right, stunned that he couldn't find the gap to start, and the trick of the white horse crossing the gap was old, so he had to change to another move, and the remaining moves in the Pegasus swordsmanship were displayed one after another.

Both men played steadily, and within 10 rounds, neither showed any flaws.

When the fight reaches the eleventh round. Zhao Zheng made a move. Ground under your feet. Jumping high, he swung the sword in his hand at the same time, and swung out two sword qi that looked like flying wings.

Jia Weiming avoided his edge, dodged sideways, and then rolled on the ground. After stabilizing his figure, he raised his eyes to stare at Zhao Zheng, who was about to land, opened his bulging mouth, and spit out a tongue that was ready to attack. His tongue is like a frog's tongue. The tongue is many times longer than an ordinary person, four feet long, and there is a thick coating on the tip of the tongue. This weird long tongue was cultivated by him through practice, and he has worked it for more than ten years, and after it is deployed, it can be used as a soft whip, and he has a set of skills.

Zhao Zheng caught a glimpse of the attacking long tongue out of the corner of his eye, and wanted to swing his sword to cut it off, but he felt that it was very inappropriate, so he didn't make a ruthless move, but turned over and hid aside. In fact, he really thought too much. Jia Weiming's tongue implied all kinds of changes and aftermoves, even if he wanted to cut it off with a sword. It's also hard to get a chance.

Jia Weiming's tongue missed, and he immediately took two quick steps forward, swung his long tongue that was still in strength down, and launched a pursuit towards Zhao Zheng.

As soon as Zhao Zheng's feet landed, the long tongue on the top of his head also fell, and he couldn't dodge, so he could only resist with a horizontal sword, hoping to force the long tongue back with a sword blade. Who would have thought that the long tongue was extremely dexterous, and changed its trajectory as it fell, not only avoiding the blade of Zi Chujian, but also striking him in the throat around the bend. This long tongue is full of strength, and the tip of the tongue is blowing in the wind, with strength, and if it is beaten, the throat must be broken. As a martial artist, not only must you learn to beat people, but you also have to learn to be beaten, Zhao Zheng straightened his body hard, increasing his height by two inches, and the tip of his tongue full of tongue coating did not hit his throat, but hit him hard in the chest.

"Smack!"

Hearing a crisp sound, Zhao Zheng was hit by this blow and kicked back a few steps, the blood in his chest surged, and his throat was faintly salty. He hurriedly used his internal strength, lowered the blood pressure that had surged up, and then made a false move, jumped out of the circle, and distanced himself from Jia Weiming.

Jia Weiming made a successful move, his eyes lit up, he retracted his long tongue with a snort, and shook his double gongs to start the pursuit.

Zhao Zheng's injury just now was not light, even his bones were almost broken, this injury more or less had a certain impact on him, and his strength was reduced. Jia Weiming completely turned defense into offense, dancing like a storm, and gradually gained the upper hand. Zhao Zheng was wary of Jia Weiming's long tongue while fighting, and he didn't dare to be careless at all.

The two fought for more than ten rounds, Jia Weiming seized the opportunity to use the whipping tongue skill, stretched out his tongue to roll Zhao Zheng's calf, Zhao Zheng could dodge, Jia Weiming changed his trick halfway, threw his long tongue upward, and pumped Zhao Zheng's calf.

Zhao Zheng's leg had been swept by the strong wind of the mighty pair of hammers before, and now it was hit again, which made it even worse.

When the onlookers saw that the battle situation had evolved like this, they had different reactions, the people of Black Wind Langya Mountain all hoped that Jia Weiming could win in order to win Zichu Sword back, while Jian Nu and the others hoped that Zhao Zheng could win and avoid this from happening.

More anxious than the people around him, there was Zi Chujian, who shouted in Zhao Zheng's heart: "It's not good, you seem to be going to lose, how can this work!" Use me to sharpen that guy's blade, and let me help you cut his blade, so you can turn defeat into victory. ”

Zhao Zheng didn't want to rely on the advantage of the blade to win people, but now the situation is not good, he is fighting really hard, and he can't take care of it anymore. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he changed his strategy, and no longer avoided the pair of heavy ghost-faced bronze swords, and deliberately swung his sword to meet him.

When heavy weapons collide with light weapons, it is often light weapons that suffer losses, but if the light weapons are divine blades, the situation is very different. The sharpness of the Zichu sword is enough to cut off the cooked copper mace that is only a medium-grade weapon!

Jia Weiming saw Zhao Zheng's thoughts, and did not let Zhao Zheng be satisfied, so he recruited a little, no longer opened and closed, and tried to avoid the sharp Zichu Sword.

Zhao Zheng relied on the power of Zichu's sword to turn the tide of the battle and force Jia Weiming to retreat. When the fight reached the thirtieth move, he made a dangerous move, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he threw Zichu's sword towards Jia Weiming.

Jia Weiming hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, Zi Chu Jian flew over his head with a turn, he straightened up and turned his head to see Zi Chu Jian's castration. Zi Chujian circled in mid-air, and then came back again, heading straight for the cooked copper gong in Jia Weiming's hand. Jia Weiming couldn't dodge, and the cooked copper sword on his right hand was cut into two sections!

"Ahh Jia Weiming was shocked and jumped to the side with his hands in his hands.

Zhao Zheng stepped forward, grabbed the spinning Zichu sword in his hand, and held the sword to pursue.

Jia Wei deserved to be an old man, and he quickly regained his composure, and threw the only half-cooked copper wedge in his right hand towards Zhao Zheng, making a "trump card".

Zhao Zheng didn't dodge or dodge, and shook a sword flower towards the half-cooked copper wedge that flew in, cutting it into several sections.

The cut of the broken copper mace is as smooth as a mirror, and then look at the blade of Zichu's sword, but it is unscathed and sharp as ever.

Jia Weiming is accustomed to using double maces, and there is a cooked copper mace missing in his hand, not only is he very unaccustomed to it, but all the double mace moves cannot be used, and his strength has plummeted.

Zhao Zheng raised his sword to attack, and immediately gained the upper hand, forcing Jia Weiming to be powerless to parry. Without a cooked copper mace, Jia Weiming's defense is not as tight as before, and every move is full of loopholes. Zhao Zheng seized an opportunity, attacked the loophole in Jia Weiming's move, patted Jia Weiming's shoulder with his sword back, and then withdrew his sword and retreated, jumping out of the circle.

The sword just now has been decided, and the winner is divided.

"Master Jia Zhai's whipping tongue skill is really amazing, and it is really an eye-opener today. Just now I missed and cut off your blade, and I hope you will bear with me, don't worry about me. Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his hand.

"Hehe, Zichu Sword is really a divine blade, I am convinced." Jia Wei didn't smile at his face, and gave a thumbs up to Zi Chujian, he was hiding his words, but he was actually sarcastic about Zhao Zheng relying on the advantages of the blade to win people. He glanced at Zhao Zheng angrily, carried the only remaining ghost-faced cooked copper shovel and returned to the team, and pleaded guilty to the master of Dazhai.

Xiao Tengfei didn't expect that even the master of the four villages was not Zhao Zheng's opponent, and while he was surprised, he was also a little distressed by the black iron wood that was as much as five hundred catties.

Zhao Zheng has won four games in a row, which is enough to see, if he continues to compare, the next game will lead out masters like the second and third masters. Although the five hundred catties of black ironwood are a little less, and some are stretched, they can only accept it when they see it now. He walked in front of Xiao Tengfei with his sword, panting, and clenched his fists and said: "Master of the village, five hundred catties of black iron wood is enough for me, and I have fought several battles in a row, and my physical strength is very huge, and I can't fight anymore." I think this competition is good to end here, and I hope that the master of Dazhai will allow it. ”

Xiao Tengfei couldn't overwhelm people with power, so he had to agree: "Okay." Now that Zhao Shaoxia is tired, today's competition is over. Just now, you fought four people in a row, and the strength you showed is obvious to all, and you really deserve to be the person who can win the Zichu Sword. It's a pity that you have no intention of taking refuge in the green forest, otherwise, I would have to drag you to the mountains to join the gang. With your strength, you are enough to be a partial deputy village master in my cottage. (To be continued......)