Dragging Zhao Haoran's goods, under the eyes of the young lady who was about to cry, Zhang Wei left the previous competition venue at almost the same speed as running away, and ran towards the main venue where the senior brother was.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune!

Zhang Wei's group of people should be regarded as a lucky group of rookies pecking at each other.

Among the twenty contestants in this group, except for Zhang Wei, who is a disciple of a famous sect because he belongs to the Longhu Mountain lineage.

The other one is counted as one, and he is a disciple of a second-rate family and sect.

Therefore, not only was it the competition venue, but it was arranged in a relatively remote sub-venue, and even the melon-eating crowd who watched their competition was also three or two, which seemed to be not taken seriously enough.

But when Zhang Wei and the two came to the main venue, the venue where the senior brother belonged.

I knew how many terrifying people and onlookers these people had when they competed, and at least 2,000 people would be surrounded by water around the venue, and they would not even want to squeeze into it for a while.

The reason for this is that I don't know how the grouping, which claims to be absolutely fair and completely matched by computers, is such a coincidence.

Among the twenty people in the group of senior brothers, there are as many as eight disciples of famous families alone, and there are seven of the remaining children of the family and the famous scattered people in the rivers and lakes.

Among them, there is even an older generation of fierce men, who was also cheeky and was assigned to this group after competing.

This kind of situation is not too many among the contestants, that is, dozens of cases, but the addition of these people is also like a crocodile rushing into a pool, bringing terrifying pressure to other creatures.

Only five unlucky people who beat soy sauce were assigned to this proper death group.

Now, without exception, they have already withdrawn from the competition, so that the remaining good players have presented extremely exciting battles for the vast number of melon-eating people......

In fact, if you can't squeeze in, the relationship is not very big.

The organizing committee still attaches great importance to such a key session, and not only has a master at the level of an elder of the sect, but also acts as a referee for the on-site competition.

From several large screens on the scene, you can also see the live broadcast from a certain piece.

After some hard work, they found that Zhang Wei and the others, who really couldn't squeeze to the edge of the ring, could only stretch their necks and look at the big screen.

It's quite a coincidence! At this moment, the two people who had been fighting in the ring for a while finally decided the winner.

A middle-aged monk from Nanhua Temple in eastern Guangdong Province suddenly used a big move.

It was a little dazzling that the protective Buddha light was rising, and he was stubbornly facing his opponent, a Qingcheng Daoist, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi in his hand was wide open and closed, and he rushed over like a bull.

In an instant, more than a dozen swords were hit on the monk's body, and the original new monk's robe was torn apart.

However, it was precisely because of the Buddha Light Protector on his body that every sword did not cause fatal damage to him.

On the contrary, after he got close, a big handprint of Zhenyuan's strong hand slapped on the chest of the Qingcheng Daoist, directly slapping him out of the ring.

And in such a ring full of stars and mottled bloodstains.

The sect elder, who acted as the referee, announced the monk's victory in public.

When the voice announcing the victory sounded, several young monks of Nanhua Temple who were present to watch the battle immediately broke out into cheers.

It was a not-so-critical victory, but it deserved such cheers.

Because in such a grand conference, a victory won by each sect can advance to a ranking, and it is the capital that can be used to brag about the previous game in the future, that is, to earn back a face.

The problem is that before such cheers have fallen, the monks in the ring have their heads on their backs and fall to the ground.

In the end, both sides of the fight were carried off the field on stretchers.

The organizing committee of the conference had long expected this situation, and it is said that dozens of ambulances have been on standby at the gate of the scenic spot.

Zhang Wei could see that neither the Qingcheng Daoist nor the monk had been fatally injured.

However, looking at the appearance of the two at this time, I am afraid that they need to recuperate for a period of time before they can recover from their injuries; looking at this scene, Zhang Wei can't help but have some doubts:

Just for that little bit of fame, and of course the hidden interests later, is it necessary for everyone to fight like this......

Soon, Zhang Wei didn't have time to dwell on such a point, because the main goal of his coming to watch the battle, the senior brother Zhang Zheng, finally appeared in a hurry.

As seen in the morning, one of the elder brother's arms was still wrapped in thick gauze.

According to the scrolling subtitle prompts at the bottom of the big screen, the senior brother has fought three battles before, but he is still very suitable in a Taoist robe.

It seems that being in such a group of death, after three opponents who are not weak in a row, they didn't even cause him a little trouble.

At the same time, the subtitles on the big screen showed that because the monk who was born just now was no longer able to fight, then the current one was also the last one in this group of battles.

The winner is considered to have qualified for the group.

For this reason, Zhang Wei hurriedly widened his eyes and looked at the opponent of the senior brother.

It was a thin old man with a deeply wrinkled face, and a coarse cloth coat, who looked to be over sixty or seventy years old.

If it were elsewhere, everyone would have regarded him as an old farmer who had lived for a long time.

But here, especially when he saw the huge humanoid package he was carrying, only a fool would regard him as a harmless old peasant.

Even when he saw this old man, a memory of some time appeared in Zhang Wei's mind:

Or last year, when he was more than a month ago, the corpse bearers of the Chen family in Xiangxi that he met in Baoqing City were not dressed like this.

For this reason, he couldn't help but ask Zhao Haoran:

"This old man is carrying something behind him, it should be a war corpse! Anyway, such a discordant thing is running around the street on his back, and you Shenwang Bureau doesn't care about it?"

After hearing this, Zhao Haoran glanced at Zhang Wei angrily.

Only then did he begin to explain: "The purpose of our management is scientific and humanized management, and we must fully take into account the particularity of the Jianghu sect, and we cannot engage in one-size-fits-all~"

"Don't talk about this, just do it! Otherwise, I'll tell the senior brother about the game every day. Zhang Wei rudely interrupted the words in Zhao Haoran's mouth.

Zhao Haoran, who was pinched and had a sore foot, could only change his statement:

"If we find evidence of their evil, we will naturally crack down on them severely according to the law, but these things are all made from corpses that are claimed to be ancestral heirlooms, or voluntarily contributed by members of their own families, what do you tell us to do? ”

Zhang Wei thought about it and felt that the Shenwang Bureau was in the limelight on the surface, but it actually had a lot of its own difficulties.

Ancient secret professions such as corpse bearers, corpse chasers, and spiritualists actually occupy a large gray area and number in the rivers and lakes.

If the Shenwang Bureau really wants to be one-size-fits-all, it is really likely to cause unnecessary serious consequences......

Later, from the introduction from the old man's mouth, it was proved that Zhang Wei's memory was correct.

The old man spoke in Mandarin with a Xiangxi accent and said: "Chen Yihai, the contemporary head of the Chen family in Xiangxi, ask the masters of Longhu Mountain for advice. ”

"It stands to reason that it is a bit shameless for an old man like us to make a move on this occasion, but the Chen family is unfortunate, none of the younger generation is decent, and the little old man has to be cheeky for that opportunity. ”

Even if he could only use one arm, the senior brother returned a chic salute with one hand.

He said nonchalantly: "Longhu Mountain Zhang Zheng, please advise the old-timers, don't say too much about the masters and cheeky people, as long as you can win, it is right, please~"

The word 'please' of the senior brother can be regarded as the prelude to the battle between the two sides.

I saw that the old man Chen Yihai's thin arm flicked up, and the huge package behind him smashed towards Zhang Zheng; when the package was still in mid-air, the outer shroud spontaneously dispersed, revealing its true face.

Suddenly, a large gasp sounded outside the field.

Because in the previous battle, Chen Yihai, an old man, did not send out the war corpse behind him at all, just relying on his own strong cultivation, he passed the test smoothly all the way.

Now facing the younger generation, Zhang Zheng, the senior brother of Longhu Mountain, who has a great reputation.

This old man finally didn't dare to hold on anymore and used his strongest means.

"Iron-armored corpse, I can't imagine that the patriarch of the Chen family in Xiangxi can actually raise such a strong war corpse. A voice in the crowd shouted, showing great surprise in the heart of the owner of the voice.

Zhang Wei actually recognized this thing, but it was a grade higher than the copper-armored zombies he encountered in Baoqing City.

This level of war corpse can be compared to a sixth-grade high-level powerhouse.

So the question is, with such a powerful battle corpse auxiliary battle, can the elder brother who injured one hand beat the other party?

In Zhang Wei's strong worry, the two sides began to fight.

I didn't see how the senior brother was tedious, and after pinching a few tricks that Zhang Wei couldn't understand at all, a yellow talisman flew out of his sleeve.

The talisman, which was not as fast as a bullet, but was not slower than a throwing knife, hit the chest of the ironclad corpse that had not yet landed.

Then, after the small burst of the talisman, an incomparably swift thunderbolt fell from the sky and smashed directly into the head of the ironclad corpse.

Immediately, a strong smell of burnt hair was permeated at the scene, and it was still hair that had not been washed or bathed for many years, and the amazing smell of burnt hair after burning.

'Five Thunder Fu' Zhang Wei can be regarded as recognizable to the means used by the senior brother.

The grade and power of this talisman are even higher than the Sanxiao Thunder Talisman engraved on the RPG.

However, after such a high-end talisman hit the ironclad zombie, in addition to making it let out a painful wail, it could not make a single talisman at all.

After the screaming ironclad corpse hit the ground, it immediately slammed a casserole-sized fist at the senior brother.

The senior brother took a mysterious step under his feet, and his figure suddenly withdrew a few steps, but before he could fight back again, a few small coffin nails with a dark black color had already been thrown over by Chen Yihai.

The senior brother didn't dare to take this hard, so he could only dodge again.

Just dodged two hands in a row, and the rhythm of the fight completely fell into the hands of the opponent.

The senior brother held a simple magic sword in one hand, and fought with one person and one stiffly, and the magic sword was not ordinary at first glance, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder between swings.

Every time he hit the iron armor corpse, he left scars of different shades on the iron armor outside the opponent's body.

If you change to a normal person, no matter how strong the character is, after a few more injuries like this, it is natural that the combat power will inevitably decrease.

But the war corpse is not at all, as long as it is not broken hands or feet, it has little impact on its combat effectiveness.

And every time the senior brother attacked, he was blocked by the burly war corpse, Chen Yihai, who was holding a coffin nail more than a foot long in his hand, made a counterattack that was extremely tricky and vicious.

As the battle continued, Chen Yihai had the absolute upper hand on the scene.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei's face looked like that, the strength of the senior brother Zhang Zheng is indeed strong, but at the age of twenty, he has at least the strength comparable to that of the big man Zhou.

It's not too much to say that the last sentence is a peerless genius.

But one arm can't be used, at least his combat effectiveness has been reduced by thirty percent, so it will be very difficult to face an old Jianghu like Chen Yihai who has been old for several rounds of him.

If he had a choice, he would be eager to step forward and replace the senior brother.

"Otherwise, persuade the senior brother to admit defeat, he is injured in one hand, and it should not be a shame. Zhang Wei proposed to Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran's face was even more ugly than his Zhang Wei: "You don't know the pride of Senior Brother, he has never admitted defeat in his life, so don't do anything stupid." ”

After hearing this, Zhang Wei's psychology inexplicably had a shadow.

Just as he was about to say something more, he found that Chen Yihai in the field was already in the middle of the battle, and said loudly:

"Zhang Zheng, the senior brother of Longhu Mountain, is indeed recognized as the most talented figure in the young generation, but this is the case, I think you can still admit defeat. ”

"Just kidding! When have you ever heard of a senior brother in Longhu Mountain who has ever conceded defeat. ”

In a faint tone, the senior brother made such an answer, which indeed contained an extremely firm obsession.

As if after making some kind of decision, the senior brother quickly took out a purple talisman from his arms, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The moment the purple talisman appeared, Chen Yihai and the powerful iron-armored corpse immediately felt instinctive fear.

It's just that before they can beg for mercy, the purple talisman has already been smashed out.

In an instant, a thick and terrifying purple thunderbolt fell, slashing straight at the body of the ironclad corpse, which had been invincible a second ago, was directly split into a ball of black char that was still twisting.

It's estimated that he didn't die, but whether he can raise it back in the future is quite difficult to say.

After the blood-linked war corpse was hit hard by this, Chen Yihai's old man immediately suffered a serious backlash, and after squirting a mouthful of old blood in his mouth.

The whole person collapsed to the ground in a languid, and there was no longer any ability to move.

And only the senior brother was left standing with his hands attached to the field, his robe was flying under the mountain wind, and for a while, the powerful power was as powerful as the god of war, so that everyone outside the field did not dare to look directly.

At this moment, Zhang Wei finally determined one point: Is it worth fighting for life and death for a little false fame?

Of course, it's worth it! The prestige and status of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain lineage were fought in bloody battles one after another under the hands of countless ancestors like the elder brothers.