"Forget it, that's it, but you reminded me, I'm going to watch Jia Zhengliang's game, are you going?"

Suddenly remembered the imperial art of Jiajia Village in the west, and Zhang Muzhi became interested.

"Okay, Brother Muzhi will see if he wants to see us." Lu Linglong was naturally very happy to hear this, so that she could stay with Zhang Muzhi for a while.

The group came to Jia Zhengliang's arena together, and it was really dark enough, and the people around were sparsely watching, and there were no key people watching.

It's been in the venue for a long time, and Jia Zhengliang is still talking behind the three buddies, and what's even more ridiculous is that the three players haven't paid attention to him.

The other three players are fighting back and forth, and Jia Zhengliang on the other side is talking about talking on the phone in his hometown.

After playing for a long time, the player who played the three-knuckle stick finally noticed Jia Zhengliang who was paddling on the phone.

"Hey, you can't fight." He stopped what he was doing and asked Jia Zhengliang.

"Hey, MD looks down on people." Seeing that Jia Zhengliang didn't answer himself, Brother Sanjie immediately became angry.

Carrying a three-section stick and walking towards Jia Zhengliang, but Jia Zhengliang still didn't look back, holding the phone in one hand and reaching into his pants bag with the other, he took out a flying knife, and threw it into the air without looking at it.

Although he didn't look at it or take aim, the flying knife flew towards the three-section stick brother as if it had eyes, and the three-section stick brother also hurriedly knocked it away.

But the flying knife was not so easily dealt with by him, and the flying knife turned in a direction in the air and attacked the legs of the three stick brothers.

Fortunately, my three-section stick brother is clever, and there is a clever way to turn around and block it again.

The flying knife that was blocked this time did not open up the distance, but was close to the three stick brothers, constantly attacking him, forcing him to give up the idea of attacking and be forced to defend.

The two brothers who were fighting fiercely on the other side also saw this scene, and when they knew that they were invincible, they chose to temporarily join forces to solve Jia Zhengliang first, and then joined the battle group of the three stick brothers to help him resist the flying knife.

A flying knife is naturally difficult to block the three people, the three of them seized the opportunity to attack Jia Zhengliang, Jia Zhengliang saw this scene, put his hand into his back, felt out two flying knives and threw them out again.

Now it's okay, the three of them have three flying knives hanging above their heads, and they can only barely resist them, but Jia Zhengliang doesn't seem to be ready to give them a chance to breathe.

While wandering around the field, he threw six throwing knives in two parts, which made the three people, who were already struggling, appear everywhere on their bodies, and finally each had three flying knives hanging on their heads.

"Jia Zhengliang wins." The referee saw this situation and already knew that the outcome had been decided.

Jia Zhengliang also withdrew his flying knife and walked out of the venue.

"Wow, this Jia Zhengliang is so powerful, the masters I know can only control 6 handles at the same time, but he can operate 9 handles."

Hidden Dragon sighed when he saw Jia Zhengliang take back all the flying knives.

"Yes, what do you think, Brother Muzhi?" Lu Linglong also felt that this Jia Zhengliang was not simple.

"He's really powerful, but his limit is not 9 but 12."

"I can probably see that their Imperial Technique is not as powerful as it is said, but it is just that a specific item is constantly cultivated with its own Qi, and after it is formed, it can be controlled by its own Qi."

Originally, Zhang Muzhi was still a little curious about their so-called imperial art, but now it seems that it is not as miraculous as it is rumored.

The hidden dragon next to him just pouted, in his opinion, Zhang Muzhi was nothing more than pretending to be X in front of Lu Linglong, and he made up nonsense.

Jia Zhengliang's game was already the last one, and everyone regathered in the open space outside the venue.

Where the Celestial Master stood on the platform, it seemed that there was something to announce.

"Assemble the winners."

"Haha."

Looking at these young people in the audience, the Heavenly Master also let out a hearty laugh.

"Everyone has worked hard, then the first round of the competition, all the winners are over, a total of forty winners, and the next competition will be conducted in the form of one-on-one."

"The name you draw from the draw box on the slip of paper is your opponent."

The Celestial Master stood on the stage and explained the way the next game was played, and there was a red box beside him, which should be the lottery box.

"The draw for advanced players begins."

After everyone had finished taking it, Zhang Muzhi went to the stage to get the last remaining one.

When I opened the note, I saw that the road was narrow, and I actually drew Deng Youcai, who had taught him a lesson before.

But it doesn't matter, it's almost the same who comes in person, as long as it can ensure that Zhang Chulan enters the finals normally, nothing else has anything to do with him.

The sky has also darkened, and the Heavenly Master's Mansion here has also sent Zhang Lingyu to arrange the accommodation of these players at night.

Zhang Muzhi naturally won't deal with this kind of complicated matter, but Zhang Lingyu has a hand in dealing with these things.

"Yexing, Jiyun, you two take them to the arranged room to rest."

Zhang Lingyu had already arranged all the rooms, so he ordered the two Taoist priests who accompanied him down the mountain last time to take people to rest directly.

"Uncle Junior, today's game is still so sharp."

Although Zhang Muzhi has no prejudices against himself, Zhang Chulan always feels that there is something blocking between him and Zhang Muzhi, so he still wants to have a good relationship with Zhang Lingyu.

"Don't be shameless, who is your little uncle." Zhang Lingyu didn't give him any good looks.

"Poor and prosperous."

"Poor Dao Jiyun, little brother Zhang Chulan, don't be depressed, let's take you to rest."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, the two Taoist priests introduced themselves to Zhang Chulan.

"Ah, I don't, I'm going to sleep with Brother Makino at night."

Lu Linglong, who was beside Zhang Muzhi, immediately hugged Zhang Muzhi's arm and pretended to be pitiful.

Even if he pretended to be innocent, he failed to win Zhang Muzhi's sympathy, and only Zhang Muzhi shook his head firmly to answer Lu Linglong.

"Okay." Lu Linglong also knew that it was unlikely, but she still wanted to try to fight for it, and she pouted very unhappily if it didn't work.

Everyone followed behind Ye Xing and Jiyun and found the place assigned to them, but Lu Linglong followed Zhang Muzhi all the time.

"Forget about losing to you, where do you sleep with me at night, I'll go to practice at night."

For this girl, Zhang Muzhi is at a loss, and there is no way to deal with her.

"Ah, practice at night, then okay, then I'll sleep in your room at night."

Lu Linglong didn't even have a polite politeness, so she agreed directly.

At night, Zhang Muzhi said hello to the old man, and then came to the place where he often practiced in the back mountain alone, and today the Jia family's imperial art still gave him some inspiration.

As he meditated on his knees, he took out his sword at the same time, and kept using his spiritual power to nourish him.