Taking out an R leather mask with the appearance of an old man and a set of cyan martial arts clothes, Zhang Jun, who had changed his appearance, moved his mind, and the ancient bell disappeared in an instant, Zhang Jun quickly rushed to the peak martial arts of the Ming Martial Mirror in the encirclement. The divine mind is moving, summoning the Xuanwu Great Trend Turtle.

Xuanwu Great Trend Turtle, five zhang distance to see the third level of the People's Congress, in an instant, a burning Huang Wu Mirror triple power pressure descended, all the martial arts in the encirclement instantly fell into an ice cave, how could I never have thought that under the ancient bell, it turned out to be a Huang Wujing triple powerhouse. Even if they join forces, they will not be rivals.

"Are you trying to rob me?"

A bell-like voice sounded, and the martial cultivators with low outer realms had already begun to withdraw. In a moment, the six martial cultivators at the peak of the Ming Martial Mirror who were left in the inner circle did not escape.

"The seniors misunderstood, I was the shopkeeper of the Dragon Tourist Inn, and I found that there was an accident in the VIP room, I just came out to take a look, there was nothing to do, and the juniors retired. After saying that, he kept slipping away for a moment, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The three junior brothers just watched the excitement, since there was nothing to see, the juniors also retired, and asked the seniors to take care of it. The three loose cultivators also retreated.

"Aren't you two leaving? I don't like to kill, but since you two covet treasures, it's better to stay alive."

As soon as Zhang Jun finished speaking, a triple coercion of Huang Wujing was stronger than before.

Suddenly, this coercion forced the last remaining two to take a step back, and they instantly felt out of breath.

"The seniors misunderstood, the two of us are the guests of the Eight Princes' Mansion, seeing that the seniors are strong, I want to invite the seniors to the Eight Princes' Mansion as guests, and the Eight Princes Mansion will definitely entertain the seniors with the highest standard, do you think it's okay?" said one of the guest secretaries of the Eight Princes' Mansion.

"In the future, there will be a chance to go to the Eight Princes' Mansion to talk about it, please tell the Eighth Prince, after three months, the old man will definitely go to the appointment."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Jun immediately crushed a wind chasing talisman, and in an instant, his feet kept running in the direction of the outside of the city.

"This senior??Why is it a little strange?When I left just now, it didn't seem to be a body martial art, and the breath in the air seemed to be ...... The smell of the talisman?"

"It's kind of like, isn't it .......".

The two glanced at each other, "It's broken, it's fooled, Huang Wujing's triple is fake." Huang Wujing, a triple powerhouse, can walk sideways in the Red Blood Country, how can he use the talisman to gallop? Unless he is running away, it is self-evident why he escaped.

After the two finished speaking, they galloped in the direction where Zhang Jun went.

Guan Xiang's room was the closest to Zhang Jun's room, and it had already broken and collapsed under the shock of the ancient bell sound wave, but fortunately it was protected by the eight-eyed spider silk underwear, and he was not seriously injured, but he was stunned in his dream.

Zhang Jun had already changed his appearance when he crushed the wind chasing talisman for the third time, and he looked like a playboy, appearing in the Baihua Pavilion on the bright and green Xingfuli Street in the Red Blood City, and there was a beautiful woman sitting opposite him who was stroking the qin and singing. This woman is extremely beautiful, especially with a leisurely temperament, with a pair of light makeup and a taste that is always appropriate, very feminine.

.......

Zhang Jun waited in Baihua Pavilion until after noon, then returned to the Dragon Tourist Inn to reopen a room, and waited until Guan Xiang came back from outside, and then stepped forward and whispered, "I'm Zhang Jun, you go to Longyuan Pavilion and wait for me, we will meet there."

After speaking, Zhang Jun slipped back and forth in the Dragon Tourist Inn a few times casually, returned to his room, and waited for about two hours before going out and running to Longyuan Pavilion.

The soldiers of the Eight Princes' Mansion and the guests on the street were holding portraits of Shen Nian, which was the image of Zhang Jun turning into an old man, and the search for the old man in the whole city continued to ferment, even surpassing the battle between Scar and Hua San, because the former was involved in the whereabouts of the spiritual weapon under the Xuan Rank after all.

Zhang Jun's playboy image covers up the traces of Zhang Jun's past identity, like Zhang Jun, a martial artist who has been rebuilt into a Ming and martial arts mirror. If there are not ten thousand in Red Blood City, there will be eight thousand. It's simply not enough for people to take a second look.

Longyuan Pavilion received Zhang Jun with a newly promoted chief manager, Ling Da took Xiao Jiu away, and the two of them went back to the headquarters of the Kunyu Empire Longyuan Pavilion to report on their work. The new chief manager arranged two cultivation rooms for Zhang Jun and Guan Xiang.

Zhang Jun bought another short-distance body martial art for dodging and chasing during battle.

Although Zhang Jun's linear speed and long-distance speed have an absolute advantage. In this battle with the killer, Zhang Jun's worst performance was the lack of short-distance body martial arts in the pursuit and killing class.

Every time he swung the knife, the killer used the dodge technique to quickly dodge back, and he couldn't catch up at all.

It's just that the martial arts grades of the current Longyuan Pavilion and the six main cities of Longyuan Pavilion during the auction are much different, and the good things have been taken to the Kunyu Empire Headquarters by Chief Manager Ling.

The chief manager who stayed behind searched all over Longyuan Pavilion, and the highest-grade short-distance body martial art was a middle-grade Lingbo footwork of the Ming Rank, and Zhang Jun had no choice but to use it first.

In the back garden of Longyuan Pavilion, a figure swayed from side to side, drifting back and forth, with the aura driven by the Ling Bo footwork, just like the wave breaker in the waves, it seems to be erratic but extremely fast, the figure is swaying but steady as Mount Tai.

Zhang Jun's cultivation of the Xingchen Wanhua Gong, for all the exercises that require aura, dantian, and meridians as channels, will have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort when cultivating, and even because of Zhang Jun's comprehension and super IQ, the cultivation speed is more than ten times faster than that of other martial arts cultivators.

When he had nothing to do to look at the Qiankun bag, he unexpectedly found the Babel Tower token of the Imperial City of the Red Blood Country, Zhang Jun had an idea, put on a human skin mask with the image of a young man, and after inquiring about the location of the Babel Tower outside the imperial city, he came outside the imperial city three hours later.

As the name suggests, the Tower of Babel is a tower that can lead to the heavenly realm, but Zhang Jun couldn't help but be disappointed when he saw the Tower of Babel, the entire Tower of Babel is not as high as the walls of the palace, there are only nine floors up and down, and the appearance is a little dilapidated, as if it is about to collapse after a long period of disrepair.

Since you're here, you can't come in vain, you have to go in and have a look, right?

"Stop, the time for the Tower of Babel has passed, and next year's Mid-Autumn Festival is coming!" the two guards blocked Zhang Jun's way.

Zhang Jun saw that the guards in the imperial city were all the five-fold cultivation of the Ming Martial Mirror, which was obviously much higher than his own cultivation, but Zhang Jun was not afraid of them at all, and the super five combat power made him full of confidence in his heart.

"I have a Babel Pass!"

"Without a pass, you are absolutely not allowed to enter the Tower of Babel, and those who violate it will die. Even if you have a pass pass to the Tower of Babel, you won't be able to enter the Tower of Babel until August 15 next year, don't you see the sign standing next to you?

"Why are you talking to him so much, I feel like I'm staying away, I'm not leaving, I'm going to get you into the dungeon, get out of ......"

The more the two guards said that Yue was not polite, they actually began to open their mouths to curse.

Zhang Jun looked back at the sign, which did stipulate that the Tower of Babel should be opened for one day on August 15 every year, and the tower must be left within ten days.

How could Zhang Jun be affected by this nest of anger, his figure flashed and came behind the two guards, according to the buttocks and one kick, before the two guards could react to what was going on, they were kicked and robbed of shit and flew out more than ten meters away. These two kicks were not light, and the buttocks were swollen at that time.

The two guards got up with a snort and looked at where there was still Zhang Jun's shadow, and they couldn't help but scold angrily.

.......

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when Scar was about to fight for three days, and the Baili Street Pavilion outside the west gate of Red Blood City was crowded with people.

When Zhang Jun and Guan Xiang crossed a small bridge, they suddenly felt a murderous aura attack.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhang Jun unfolded the newly learned Ling Bo footwork, held the closed compartment in his hand, dodged the fatal blow from behind, and a black-clothed killer with the logo of the Killer Hall slowly walked out of the woods behind the small bridge.

"You really impressed me, you can feel my fatal blow, no wonder you can kill the four masters of my Killer Hall, but this time you don't have a chance, let you die clearly, I am the master of the Eighth Hall of the Killer Hall, just call me Black Eight, you should feel honored to die in my hands"

The killer was very proud, and his proud expression was overflowing.

Zhang Jun saw that Heiba turned out to be a strong man of Mingwu Mirror Eightfold.

The Mingwu Mirror is double and the Mingwu Mirror is eightfold, and the difference in strength is huge. There are all ants below the third order, not to mention the difference in cultivation is six orders. Heiba looked down on Zhang Jun at all.

Zhang Jun was amused by this arrogant killer.

"You're going to kill me? I still have to thank you? I feel honored? Are you sick in the brain and stupid in your cultivation? Why don't I get you some medicine to eat? Silly B"

"Rats, you dare to insult me and look for death"

"Why put that tasteless fart, if you want to fight, you will fight, people with bad brains just can't do it, ink"

"You ......."

Where did the killer Heiba suffer this, and he trembled with anger. With a shake of the knife in his hand, the sky was suddenly full of shadows, and the sword light was hidden under the shadows, this is the Ming-level high-grade martial art of the Killer Hall, the Kidnapping Meteor Knife.

Zhang Jun arranged the Guan compartment not far behind him, holding the Nine Demon Devouring Sky Knife, and brought out eight changes in a mountain-splitting style, facing the blow of the Black Eight head-on.

"Bell" made a soft sound, like splitting rotten wood, the front half of the crutch knife fell to the ground, Hei Ba flew back in horror, Zhang Jun used Ling Bo to chase after him, splitting the mountain and striking seven knives in a row, forcing Hei Ba to flash left and right for a strange scream.

This crutch knife is made of stainless steel, and it is extremely strong, and ordinary swords can't hurt it in the slightest, but it was cut off by Zhang Jun with a knife, and now Black Eight has no weapon that can block the edge of the Nine Demon Devouring Sky Sword. You can only dodge and retreat, temporarily avoiding the edge.

Zhang Jun is becoming more and more proficient in the mountain-splitting style, and there are thirty-six variations of the seemingly simple mountain-splitting style, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is unpredictable. These days, Zhang Jun has comprehended twelve changes, one into twelve, and twelve knives in an instant.

Black Eight Sky has an absolute strength, but he can't play it because he doesn't have a weapon. Zhang Jun became more and more courageous the more he fought, and in a moment, he had already cut out hundreds of mountain splitting styles.

Seeing that he was under Zhang Jun's sharp blade, Hei Ba had no chance of winning at all, and it was impossible to even fight back, so he wanted to withdraw and slip away, but he was tightly surrounded by Zhang Jun's mountain-splitting knife light and couldn't escape. Hei Hachi knew that if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would fall into the hands of this ant-like Mingwu Mirror Duo.

I saw Hei Ba reach out and take out an object from the Qiankun bag, a fist-sized black and red ball, "You forced me, you can die blindly, you can make me willing to waste a Red Flame Heavenly Thunder, you are the second person."

Zhang Jun has never seen this kind of thing, a bit like the * on the earth, this kind of thing that the eightfold masters of the Mingwu Mirror are reluctant to use, it must be extraordinary. Extremely wary to look at the black and red ball.

Hei Ba shouted, throwing the Chiyan Heavenly Thunder in his hand at Zhang Jun, but his body immediately burst back, and he ran away reflexively.

When Zhang Jun saw that it was not good, his mind moved, and the ancient clock turned into a giant, covering Zhang Jun and the box behind him.

Chiyantian thunder slammed on the ancient bell, there was no reaction for a long time, Zhang Jun looked up and looked again, where was the figure of the black eight.

"Damn, the eightfold powerhouse of the Ming Martial Mirror actually used this kind of indiscriminate means to cheat and escape, and I am also convinced."

Zhang Jun shouted loudly.

On the mountain not far away, Hei Ba ran desperately, and finally got rid of Zhang Jun's sharp flame sword light. Hei Hachi couldn't help but smile bitterly, the master of Mingwu Mirror Eightfold actually let Mingwu Mirror Double Garbage force him to escape, and he couldn't let others know about this matter. The broken stone that he picked up two years ago in a foreign land has become an opportunity for him to escape today.

Zhang Jun picked up the Red Flame Heavenly Thunder and swept it intently, and smiled dumbly, what Red Flame Heavenly Thunder, isn't it just a stone made of unknown material?

Although the Nine Demon Devouring Heaven Blade did not refine and recognize the master, it was extremely sharp, and Zhang Jun's two battles all relied on the flames attached to the blade with its sharpness and furious flame sword technique, scaring the attacks of others.

Zhang Jun couldn't put it down and held the Nine Demon Devouring Sky Sword, and he looked left and right with some love.

At this time, Guan Xiang said in surprise.

"I can't understand you more and more, can the powerhouses of the Mingwu Mirror Eight be defeated? A genius like you should really go to Kunshan Academy to try,"

"What is Kunshan College?".

"You don't know?".

"First time I heard about it. ”。

"I don't know much, let me tell you, Kunshan Academy is located in the imperial capital of the Kunyu Empire, it is a higher education institution for cultivating geniuses in the Kunyu Empire, gathering the genius elites of the entire Kunyu Empire, recruiting students once a year, only real geniuses, after strict assessment, can be admitted. After entering the Kunyu Empire, the students can walk sideways, and they are very angry. My qualifications are average, and I haven't passed the assessment twice, so I think you will definitely pass the assessment. ”。

"There is such a good place, there is a chance for us to try it together".

Around the Baili Street Pavilion, there are crowds of people, and the water surrounded by Wu Xiu is impassable. Zhang Jun stood behind the crowd and found that there was a gambling game not far from the front, and a big sign read:

Spend three wins, and the odds are one and a half to lose

Scar wins, the odds are one to one

The crowd is generally optimistic about Hua San's strength, after all, Hua San Ye is a strong man with Huang Wujing, but the scar is only Huang Wujing.

There was an endless stream of bettors before the game, and most of them bought three wins. Zhang Jun is optimistic about Scar, last time in Longyuan Pavilion Scar spoke out for righteous support, and then took the initiative to make an appointment with Hua San, if he is not sure, why is the appointment twenty days later, although Scar looks rough, but he is not stupid at all, and he will never do anything to kill him.

Zhang Jun is optimistic about the scar and buys 100,000 high-grade spars, which will not make people miss, most people buy 50,000 yuan.