Zhang Sanfeng's voice fell, and he teleported away, leaving only to be abandoned by his teammates, like a lonely old man.

The old monk shook his head slightly and sighed,

He should have practiced swordsmanship at the beginning...

......

Ten days passed in a flash, and a total of 210 places were quickly distributed.

On the day of the event, due to the previous promise to challenge the quota, Jiang Ming was teleported to the game mall early in the morning.

In the mall, the customers who were earlier than Jiang Ming, or who had been waiting in the mall all night, stood up early.

A large number of swordsmen, led by the sword god Zhuo Bufan, even probed the ten people standing on Jiang Ming's right hand with a kind of consideration, and understood in their hearts that most of them were the top ten kendo masters that the shopkeeper said.

But... The others put up with it, why is there still an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl and a child who looks less than twelve years old?

Can this also be called a kendo master?

I'm afraid you're not kidding me!

At this moment, Yue Nu Ah Qing has changed into the bloodstained clothes of the previous few days, her slender and weak body is obviously not the slightest threat, and her delicate face and woman's identity make many swordsmen secretly despise her.

Not to mention Zhao Hao, in addition to being tender and cute, which makes many aunts feel pity, he has no characteristics, and looks like an ordinary little Zhengtai.

Even, Zhuo Bufan and the others also had doubts about the other eight good-looking kendo masters.

"Let's go, let's fight outside the mall." Jiang Ming knew that if he didn't fight, these people probably wouldn't give up, so he took the lead and walked out.

In this independent space, in addition to the mall station, there is a lot of extra space in the outside world, Jiang Ming has not made specific calculations, thinking that it will not be too small to be able to support the continuous expansion of the mall.

Walking to a wide open space at will, Jiang Ming signaled to disperse with the crowd who came to watch the excitement, vacating enough area as a venue, and then waved his sleeves and spent a small amount of bonds to build a temporary battlefield to come out.

Jiang Ming's method of creating something out of nothing really shocked many new customers.

And those who have joined for a long time, such as Yue Buqun, have long been used to it, and they can't help but ridicule these newcomers in their hearts for not seeing the world.

The dozen or so coupons spent on the construction could not shake Jiang Ming's heart, and after building the competition platform, Jiang Ming looked at Zhuo Bufan and the others.

"Let's get started, there's not much time, you better hurry, or you may not be able to catch up with the event."

Hearing Jiang Ming say this, many swordsmen who felt that their strength was extraordinary were about to move, their eyes scanning among the ten people, choosing which one to challenge.

First of all, his bearing is extraordinary, and a large number of old Zhang Sanfeng were the first to be excreted.

The name of the founder of Wudang and the Tai Chi Grandmaster is very widely spread in the Wanjie Game Mall, even if Zhang Sanfeng is 100 years old and looks kind on weekdays, no one dares to touch his brow.

The second ones who were expelled were Yang Guo, Ye Gucheng, Ximen Blowing Snow, Zhao Moheng, Yan Nantian and others, all of whom were in the prime of life, not to mention, it was very difficult to bully just by looking at the momentum.

Especially Yang Guo, the Xuantie broadsword behind him is quite intimidating, and people dare not challenge lightly.

As for the rest...

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and the monstrous momentum was immediately put away, silently forcing back some young swordsmen who planned to bully the elderly.

Pick and choose, it seems that there are only two people left who are better to bully...

It's just that.. Bullying a young girl and a child, with a bad reputation, inevitably makes people a little entangled.

Ah Qing, who was being looked at by everyone, still looked at it leisurely, his eyes were staring at Jiang Ming's sleeve non-stop, as if he wondered why so many things could run out with a wave of his sleeve.

And Zhao Hao, blinking his big round eyes, pretending to be harmless to humans and animals, finally had a time when he could fight at will, he didn't want to waste it.

Zhao Hao was waiting to be challenged, and soon a voice came from the audience.

"You.. Yes, it's you, don't think that you can pretend to be a child, my eight-armed divine sword Dongfang Bai has already seen through it. ”

Just when everyone was still struggling with the face problem, Dongfang Bai stood up for the first time and pointed at Zhao Hao with a solemn face.

Clams? What's the situation?

Zhao Hao was suddenly blinded by Dongfang Bai, and froze in place for a while.

What is called growing tender, disguised as a child, this is slander!

He's a baby, so why pretend?

Zhao Hao was suddenly angry, and he walked onto the competition platform with great momentum.

Many swordsmen in the audience who wanted to make a move, but were preemptive, were annoyed, and scolded Dongfang Bai for being shameless, bullying children and making up such a strange reason.

In the face of these reprimands, Dongfang Bai didn't care, it was only right to be able to get a quota.

"In the lower Dongfang Bai, the people of the rivers and lakes call the eight-armed sword!" Dongfang Bai's body jumped, and he came to the stage, and his light skills were quite chic, planning to use this battle to make a name for himself.

"Taiyizong, Zhao Hao." Zhao Hao introduced lightly, pinched the sword finger with one hand, and threw the sword in his hand into the air, not planning to keep his hand at all, and used the sword technique of ten thousand swordsmanship at the beginning.

Dongfang Bai saw that Zhao Hao threw away the sword, and thought that this kid was scared stupid, and was about to say a few words, but later he saw the sword thrown by Zhao Hao in mid-air, one turned into two, two turned into four, and in an instant, it turned into nearly a thousand sharp swords suspended above his head and slashed downward!

Thousands of sharp swords struck in the air, Dongfang Bai was immediately frightened, and cold sweat broke out on his face, he was afraid that he had hit the iron plate.

Could it be that you really met an old monster who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger?

He was just talking about it before...

Ding Ding Ding ~

Dongfang Bai waved his sword, the fancy sword moves in his mind had long been forgotten, and after the left and right crossings broke through the dozens of sword phantoms with difficulty, more swords were nailed to the ground.

If it weren't for Zhao Hao's lack of intention to kill, Dongfang Bai would have been skewered into slag a long time ago.

The high-spirited Zhao Hao let out a vicious breath, and he was in a good mood, so he let a group of people carry Dongfang Bai, who had fainted in fright, down.

Because of Zhao Haoxiu's ten thousand swordsmanship, the mall suddenly exploded.

Zhang Sanfeng, Feng Qingyang and the others all burst into a divine light in their eyes, and silently substituted themselves into Dongfang Bai's position, looking at whether they could defend themselves if they encountered such a sword technique.

And the ordinary people in the mall, while dumbfounded, quickly remembered Dongfang Bai's previous words and whispered underneath.

I heard that Taiyi Sect is a sect of cultivating immortals, and it can stay young forever.

Although Zhao Hao looks like he is only twelve years old, maybe it is some old monster with a bad taste who is maliciously selling cuteness.

It's so insidious, but it's good they weren't fooled!