Xu Zhiyuan had never been so humiliated in public, and he suddenly blushed and his neck was at the root.

Facing a pair of inquiring, or gloating, or disdainful eyes, and then looking at Zhao Ning's condescending, pointing at his domineering with a spear, Xu Zhiyuan is like a man's back, like a sinking oil pot, where can he still sit still.

"Zhao Ning, don't be so arrogant!" Xu Zhiyuan roared and ran to the ring.

Now, he has no choice, as the son of the prime minister of the Xu family, if he is insulted like this in front of others, he will not dare to come out to fight, and he will have no face in the future.

After getting into the ring, Xu Zhiyuan took a long breath and forced himself to calm down. Now that it's time to fight, you have to have no distractions and be determined to win. He looked at Zhao Ning, looking for a way to win.

"Zhao Ning has fought more than 70 battles, from morning to evening, although he has won every game simply, never more than three rounds, but now, he is physically and mentally exhausted. ”

Xu Zhiyuan's eyes flashed, Zhao Ning had a lot of wounds on his body, and blood was still oozing out in some places, although his clothes had been changed, the blood stains were obvious, and his whole face was a little pale.

He continued: "The later he went, the longer he took a break between each game, and the first few games basically took two full minutes. If everyone hadn't been shocked by his ruthlessness and murderous spirit, didn't want to be seriously injured, and continued to challenge on stage, he might not have been able to hold out until dark. ”

Xu Zhiyuan felt that he was not without a chance to win.

"I have the 'Plum Blossom Sword' to restrain his Jing Shuibu, although the Zhao Clan's Formation Breaking Spear is powerful, if I don't fight him hard, delay around, and wait until he is weak, that's when I defeat him!"

Thinking of this, hearing that the official had already called to start, Xu Zhiyuan drew his sword out of the sheath, pointed at Zhao Ning and sneered: "A gentleman will do what he says, what I have said, I will naturally do it, Zhao Ning, you are ready to ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he stopped abruptly.

Zhao Ning had already advanced with his spear, and the cold tip of the spear flashed in the setting sun, and it was in front of him in an instant.

"Plum Blossom Sword!" Xu Zhiyuan watched Zhao Ning launch the mirror water step, no matter how confident he was to comfort himself, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating violently at this moment, and hurriedly used Xu's mastery.

Xu Zhiyuan's true qi was released through the sword body, forming plum blossom-shaped sword qi runes, circling and winding around his body, like heavy snow, beautiful.

And his own figure has also become unpredictable in the plum blossoms, as if real and illusory.

Zhao's mirror water step is a breakthrough technique, and the close body is only in the blink of an eye, but when Xu Zhiyuan's body is blurred, Zhao Ning loses his goal.

When his movements were a little stagnant, he saw Xu Zhiyuan dancing his sword like the wind, and the plum blossoms seemed to have spirituality, whistling from all directions, stabbing at Zhao Ning like a rain of arrows!

This is where the plum blossom sword restrains the mirror water step.

In the face of the sword qi pouring like a torrential rain, if it was a Zhao cultivator who used the mirror water step ordinarily, it would definitely be difficult to deal with it at such a close distance, and there would be a danger of being added to the sword qi and stabbing countless blood holes.

But it was Zhao Ning who was facing the plum blossom sword right now.

During the ten-year national war in the previous life, the design of the Great Qi collapsed and the country overturned, whether it was the children of the family or the common people of the poor family, in order to resist the Beihu army, they rushed to the battlefield one after another, and tried their best to fight against the Beihu.

Zhao Ning was among them, and he had fought side by side with countless people, ten years of high-intensity fighting, or fighting to the death as an opponent, or cooperating with each other as teammates, so that he knew the world's exercises very well.

The plum blossom sword is a unique weapon of the Xu family, and the Xu family relies on it, and it is difficult for Zhao Ning to understand it.

When he launched the Mirror Water Step, Zhao Ning knew that Xu Zhiyuan would use the Plum Blossom Sword, and other than that, the other party had no better way to deal with the Mirror Water Step. Therefore, before the plum blossom sword came to his face, he had already prepared, and in time he launched the mirror water step sideways again, avoiding the sword qi attack.

At the same time, Zhao Ning's spear stabbed out of his hand, and the spear came out like a snake letter, with a majestic true qi, and drilled into the flying plum blossoms.

He judged very accurately, and the spear found Xu Zhiyuan's general position.

With a bang, the spear was slashed away by Xu Zhiyuan's sword.

Zhao Ning knew that this shot could not hurt the other party.

All he wanted was to confirm the precise location of the other party.

Just when Xu Zhiyuan used his sword to slash the spear, Zhao Ning launched the mirror water step three times and rushed into the sword qi curtain.

The plum blossom sword has both offense and defense, even if it is a real rain of arrows, it can't break through the sword qi. But people's strength is limited, once the move is both offensive and defensive, and there are many changes, the power of each blow will be weak.

The spear was thrown by Zhao Ning with all his might, at such a close distance, the strength was amazing, not the sword bayonet could be compared, although Xu Zhiyuan cut the spear, he was also shocked by the numbness of the tiger's mouth, his arm stiffened, the sword style slowed, and the plum blossoms were messy.

It's just a moment.

For Zhao Ning, who was well prepared, this moment was enough.

With a bang, Zhao Ning, who successfully got close and was almost close to Xu Zhiyuan, raised his elbow sharply, and slammed into the opponent's jaw with the momentum of running forward!

Xu Zhiyuan's teeth collided violently, and he couldn't even scream, his head fell backwards with his body, his teeth flew with blood droplets, and his long sword came out of his hand.

Zhao Ning advanced again, and before Xu Zhiyuan's body fell, he leaned down and lowered his elbow, slamming into the opponent's chest!

Zhao Ning was unforgiving, rode on Xu Zhiyuan, his fists rained down, and smashed down on his face alternately!

In the endless voice, Xu Zhiyuan's nose and eyes were swollen, his skin was open, and his pig-killing howl had just come out, and he was interrupted by his fist, which could only be intermittent and miserable.

"You're not trying to make me cry dad and call my mother, who is crying dad and calling my mother now?" Zhao Ning asked as he played.

"Zhao Ning, ahem, I'm going to kill ...... Ahh

Xu Zhiyuan, who vomited blood in his mouth, struggled to raise a hand and slammed his fist at Zhao Ning's head, but was caught by Zhao Ning halfway and sandwiched under his armpit.

He sneered, twisted his joint, and with a click, Xu Zhiyuan's arm bent into an abnormal twist, causing Xu Zhiyuan's tears to gush out.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Ning asked quite seriously.

Xu Zhiyuan broke his arm, the pain was unbearable, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was even more sad and angry, if possible, he would like to kill Zhao Ning headfirst and die with the other party.

But when his second arm was also caught under Zhao Ning's armpit, the hairs all over his body stood up because of fear, and he nodded hurriedly while vomiting blood: "I...... I throw in the towel!"

"Good. ”

Zhao Ning laughed, and when Xu Zhiyuan was relieved, the hand holding the other party's arm turned suddenly, and in the click, Xu Zhiyuan's arm was also broken, and then he rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

Only then did Zhao Ning let go of Xu Zhiyuan and stood up.

Zhao Ning...... Victory!" the official in the ring glanced at Xu Zhiyuan with pity, waved his hand, and motioned for someone to carry him down for treatment.

The other party's face was swollen into a pig's head, his eyes were invisible, bloody, and his arms were like two noodles, crooked, indescribably pitiful.

However, this kind of injury is just a pain for cultivators in the middle stage of the Imperial Qi Realm, and with the various precious pills of the Xu Clan, it is not difficult to treat, nor will it be crippled, but it will definitely have to lie on the bed for a long time.

Because of this, when Zhao Ning beat Xu Zhiyuan, and the latter did not admit defeat, the officials in the ring did not intervene to stop him.

The ring was empty again.

Zhao Ning stood in the center of the ring, looking in all directions, waiting for the next challenger.

Or maybe no one will come to power again.

Then he stood up for success.

On the viewing platform, Zhao Jiani suddenly got up.

Yang Yanguang hurriedly pulled her back: "What are you going to do?"

"Get in the ring. Zhao Jiani replied. She is also sixteen years old and can challenge Zhao Ning.

"Never!" Yang Yanguang finally pressed the other party back to his seat and sighed, "The old man knows that you are dissatisfied with Zhao Ning, but you can't be rash at the moment. ”

Zhao Jiani must be dissatisfied with Zhao Ning.

When she was a girl, she was taken to the Zhenguo Mansion by Yang Yanguang in order to marry Zhao Ning, but the other party disliked her for being fat. Later, her eighteenth female college changed, and she was so beautiful and beautiful, Zhao Ning changed her attention.

If that's the case, it's okay, Zhao Jiani is not unacceptable, but after Zhao Yujie entered the Zhenguo Mansion, Zhao Ning ignored her again, and his mind fell on Zhao Yujie. Yang Jiani went to the Zhenguo Mansion during the New Year's holidays, but Zhao Ning didn't even see her.

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

"What are grandfather's plans?" asked Yang Jiani.

Yang Yanguang said with a straight face: "You have also seen Zhao Ning's strength and temperament, this is definitely a ruthless character with a great future." Our Yang family and the Zhao family have a deep relationship with each other, and it is much better than coming to the Sun family. ”

Speaking of which, he was very glad that he hadn't fallen out with the Zhao family before, but he just refused Zhao Xuanji's banquet a few times, leaving enough leeway. After all, the Yang family has just lost the hereditary marquis, and it is normal to be a little angry, and Zhao Xuanji should be able to understand it.

"I don't have to perfunctory Sun Kang?" Yang Jiani asked again.

Yang Yanguang looked stunned and blushed a little.

It's embarrassing to say this, but the Yang family is already behind in the Jiangmen, and now there is no marquis, and it is already in the middle of the family, for the survival and continuation of the family, what else can be done except to rely on the strong?

The paradigm is just around the corner.

At the end of the day, the weak have no dignity.

Sun Kang drank the wine from the wine jug on the dry food table in one go, wiped his mouth, got up and left the viewing platform, and went straight back to Sun's camp.

He gave up going to the ring.

Because he was not sure of defeating Zhao Ning.

Instead of losing face in front of everyone and losing the name of his Sun family's thousand-year-old genius, it is better to find another opportunity. After the martial arts in the ring, there is still a confrontation in the art of war, and when the time comes, there is no need to be one-on-one, and he still has the hope of winning back a city.

The emperor's tent was quiet, and the atmosphere was indescribably strange.

Song Zhi looked left and right, Wei Chongshan was obviously excited to lift the table, but he just sat upright, although Zhao Xuanji was calmer, but his eyebrows kept stirring, and he was obviously very happy.

Liu Muzhi's face kept changing, one moment angry, one moment relieved, one moment annoyed, one moment painful, I don't know how many thoughts I have in my heart. Xu Minglang looked as steady as Mount Tai, but the hand in his sleeve seemed to be competing with someone.

Sun Meng lowered his head slightly, staring at the roast suckling pig on the dining table.

No one came to the stage to challenge Zhao Ning, everyone was waiting.

Wait for the moment when the final results are announced.

Song Zhi glanced at the jade box containing the "Condor Shooting", and smiled bitterly, when he took out the "Condor Shooting" before, he never thought that this imperial treasure would really need to be given away.