The soldiers were in an uproar, and then whispered: "Did you see it clearly? How did General Zhao make a move just now?"

Even Shi Xin, a person with strong swordsmanship like Shi A, could hardly catch Zhao Yun's moves. When Shi Xin looked at Wang Yue, he saw that he stood with his hands in a slightly intentional manner, and he was very satisfied with Zhao Yun's performance.

Shi Xin thought to himself: "This is naturally Wang Yue's masterpiece, it seems that it was a very correct choice to let him take Zhao Yun to experience at that time." ”

Zhou Tai stood back, a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he thought: What kind of strange move is this If it was on the real battlefield just now, and if that move was not a fist to me, but a slash to my head, then ...... Then I'm in a different place a long time ago.

Before Zhou Tai came back to his senses, the gentian gun arrived again. He had no choice but to pack his heart, seeing the move, he was intimidated by the sword just now, he no longer dared to break through, defended with all his strength, and waited for the opportunity to move.

The Qingyu sword that Zhao Yun inserted in his waist was like a glance, and he never pulled it out again. But it was this Qingyu Sword, which had only been used once, that added a lot of pressure to Zhou Tai out of thin air, making him dare not attack.

Zhao Yun is really strong, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and Zhou Tiger is tenacious, fierce and unyielding, both of them are hard-to-fight, and they fight each other with guns and fists. Although Zhou Tai was in a defensive position, he was undefeated, and the two punches were well defended. Zhao Yun's gentian gun beckoned to all positions in front of him, but for a while, he couldn't help Zhou Tai.

The atmosphere of the soldiers became different, those belonging to Zhou Tai's camp became silent, while those in Zhao Yun's camp were high in morale and cheered frequently, just like his home field.

"It's not okay to go on like this, Brother Shi means to let us show our skills, and now I am blindly beaten, let alone showing my skills, it is simply a loss of prestige and let the soldiers underestimate it. I'm going to have to fight back!"

Zhou Tai thought like this, just when Zhao Yun stabbed him in the face, he originally wanted to stretch out his fist and miss the head of the gun, but in order to win, he had to take the risk, turned his fist into a palm, and grabbed the head of the gentian gun.

Although the cultivation of both of them is sixth-grade and fifth-level, at this time, the gentian spear is stabbing out at high speed, and Zhou Tai's palm is grabbed from the side, and before he can grasp it, the tip of the spear will stab him in the face.

"Zhou Tai dared to be so big"

Of course, Zhao Yun didn't want to hurt Zhou Tai, but in order to win, Zhou Tai had jumped out of the scope of the competition, which was more like a fight for life. Zhao Yun frowned, and felt that he should be taught a lesson: you can't be so risky in battle, and if you're not careful, you'll put yourself in danger.

Zhao Yun increased the force of the gentian spear, and the head of the spear turned into a white horse, stabbing forward at a speed that was difficult for the eye to catch. With his control of the gentian gun, he could completely stop half an inch away from Zhou Tai, which was enough to alert him.

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, the momentum of the gentian spear's forward stab came to an abrupt halt. Zhou Tai's palm gripped the head of the gentian spear, and he couldn't move half a step forward at all.

"Zhou Tai's strength is so great......? Is this still human?"

Zhao Yun's right hand was facing Zhou Tai's left hand, gritting his teeth and stabbing forward, but where could he advance for half a minute, he had also heard of Zhou Tai's special method of cultivation, but only then did he truly realize what kind of strange power he possessed when he could practice at the bottom of the sea, and even rely on his own strength to repel the undercurrent.

Zhou Tai

Not only does he have great strength, but his skills and reflexes against the enemy are not bad. Just as Zhao Yun tried his best to stab forward, he suddenly rushed forward, pulled forward with his left hand, and his whole body rushed forward like an arrow off the string. At the moment when he was about to make a mistake with Zhao Yun, Zhou Tai's right fist had already slammed into his left shoulder.

Although Zhou Tai is a defensive pulse master, the usage of his left and right hands is biased. Generally speaking, the left hand will do more auxiliary movements, such as pulling, pushing, supporting, dialing, etc., while the right hand will do heavy hits, rebeats, heavy grabbing, etc. Relatively speaking, the left hand will have less strength than the right hand, but the left hand will also be lighter. His left hand was already able to hold the gentian spear, so the strength of his right hand was even more amazing. It was so amazing that hitting Zhao Yun's left shoulder, for example, could definitely make him unable to lift his entire left hand.

Just listening to the sound of Zhou Tai's right hand, Zhao Yun could predict his power. At this moment, his son became a little crooked because he was pulled by Zhou Tai and the gentian spear, and the entire left half rose out of the air uncontrollably, almost out of control.

But Zhao Yun was not in a hurry, because he had a killing move. At this time, he made a move that made Zhou Tai's heart hang to his throat, and his left hand stretched out to his waist like lightning, and he had firmly grasped the hilt of the Qingyu Sword.

Getting closer, Zhou Tai finally saw clearly how Zhao Yun drew his sword. But he is difficult to describe in words. This has probably been trained by Zhao Yun to be a natural reaction, just like the knee will bounce up when it is knocked out, and the eye will close when something is approaching.

To turn a skill into a functional response requires a lot of tedious, repetitive practice. This kind of practice is the most exhausting and exciting, and only the most persevering people can do it, and Zhao Yun is this kind of person.

Zhao Yun's left hand, in the shape of a claw in the air, ignored the limitations of space and movement, and grasped the hilt of the sword in a standard to terrifying arc.

Zhao Yun began to draw his sword!

Just when Zhou Tai's fist was about to hit Zhao Yun's left shoulder with an inch, the Qingyu Sword came first, and with a "whoosh", it stabbed Zhou Tai's right shoulder.

"Stop!"

Shi Xin saw it and shouted nervously. According to the speed at which the Violent Fist and the Green Sword were going, the two would only be injured at the same time.

However, Shi Xin's break seemed a little redundant, although the two fought fiercely, they never lost their minds, and they knew in their hearts that it would only be a lose-lose situation.

"Haha, Zhou Youping really lives up to his reputation, and now I finally see it!" Zhao Yun put away the two pulse vessels and gave Zhou Tai enough face.

"Thank you for conceding!" Zhou Tai clenched his fists and said sincerely. Although he said it briefly, he could hear that he was convinced by Zhao Yunxin. The Qingyu Sword was drawn twice, both times only to regain the disadvantage. But if he arrived on the real battlefield, even if he was defeated, he would only hurt Zhao Yun, and he would have been pierced in the throat and died. Therefore, Zhao Yun is still a step ahead.

What made Zhou Tai even more admired was that he had no way to restrain Zhao Yun's sword moves at all, and if he fought again in the future, he still had no chance of winning.

The applause in the audience rang out like thunder, although this battle was short, it was enough for the recruits to see the power of the high-level pulse masters, and at the same time, they felt that with their leadership, the future must be bright.

At this time, Zhuge Liang came out to distribute the soldiers: "Those in black military uniforms follow Zhou Tai, and those in bright silver military uniforms."

, followed by Zhao Yun, followed by Pan Feng in red gold uniform, and followed Wang Ke in dark red. Let's get acquainted with each other!"

At this time, Zhuge Liang said to Shi Xin again: "Kong Wenju came to Chang'an, it seems that he intends to merge the Beihai Holy Sect, and now he is received by the second elder, I think it is necessary to go over and have a look!"

"Okay, Kong Ming is with me!" Shi Xin pulled Zhuge Liang, took Cai Yan with him, and hurriedly glanced at Shi A, who was busy: The life of the eldest brother can only be told to him later. If he knew that his father was still alive, he would be very excited, right?

He thought about it again: Li Ru killed Shi Wei's family, and Shi Wei left without saying a word in Julu Shi Wei back then, and he didn't know if he was looking for revenge against Li Ru. If this is the case, with his cultivation as a car, ten lives will not be enough to pay. Alas, I hope he will turn evil into good fortune!

When Shi Xin, Cai Yan and Zhuge Liang arrived in the reception room, Kong Rongzheng and Cai Yong were watching calligraphy and painting. These two are both giants in the literary world, although Kong Rong's literary achievements are a little lower than Cai Yong, but his share of the twentieth grandson of Confucius is actually comparable to ordinary people, so his reputation can be regarded as indistinguishable from Cai Yong.

Although Cai Yong is the second elder of the Holy Sect, he plays more of a spiritual leader, and many affairs in the sect are shared by others. In the past, the Holy Sect was weak, and to be honest, there was nothing to do, but since Zhuge Liang expanded his recruitment, many things naturally fell on him.

Cai Yong was not good at politics and military affairs, otherwise he would not have spoken for Dong Zhuo after his fall in his previous life, which led to murder.

In terms of the imperial court, Emperor Xian didn't seem to rely on their old courtiers anymore, and promoted Sima Yi wholeheartedly. Cai Yong has nothing to do, is happy to be idle, and puts a lot of energy into creation.

"Wenju, this is my latest new work "Shu Xing Fu", you can take a look, is there anything that needs to be improved?" Cai Yong was older than Kong Rong, and the two were pointing to a calligraphy and painting at this time.

"Brother Bo is making fun of me, it's a great honor for me to appreciate your latest masterpiece, how can I improve it" Kong Rong said modestly, admiring the calligraphy and painting intently, and exclaimed from the bottom of his mouth, "This flying white body has been used by Brother Bo Jiao to be superb, just now I have already enjoyed "Cao E Monument" outside, but this "Shu Xing Fu" is even better!"

Cai Yong heard Kong Rong talk about "Cao'e Monument", his face turned red, and he laughed: "Haha, what about "Cao'e Monument"...... It's just for self-amusement, and it shouldn't be taken seriously. ”

In fact, "Cao E Tablet" has been written very well, and it is also written in the latest improved flying white font, but it was Zhuge Liang who finally begged Cai Yong to write it for auction, so Cai Yong did not use all his thoughts when writing. The status of merchants in ancient times was low, and although the history of the present day is very different from that of the past, this concept has not changed. Literati cherish their reputation, especially Cai Yong's level, using his own ink treasure to do business, he has never crossed this psychological barrier, and naturally he can't devote himself to it when writing.

Shi Xin and the other three saluted Kong Rong again and admired Mobao with the two of them. Cai Yan and Zhuge Liang are both people with real talents and learning, and the comments are just right, which makes Kong Rong praise them. And Shi Xin is self-aware, and spends most of his time smiling and smiling, not talking much. But the calmness and confidence he shown, coupled with Zhuge Liang's inconsiderate rounding of the field for him, looked a little similar.

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