Qi Li scolded, and the black wings behind him opened and closed, and the wind rolled up in an instant, and even blew the sand and stones to scatter and fly, like the murderous intent in his eyes. He wanted to continue to jump, but he saw a black shadow flashing, and the spear in his hand was snatched away.

Zhang Weiheng stuck the spear on the ground and shouted: "If you lose, you will lose, what else will you lose!"

"Where to lose, it's just a draw, come and fight again!"

Zhang Weiheng's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at Qi Li, and sneered: "If it weren't for the mercy of others, the tip of his spear would have pierced into your eyes, and he just dislocated his left arm." Can't you tell who wins or who loses?"

Qi Li looked very unconvinced, and muttered, "It's just luck." The same way of playing, where is this a ...... marksmanship"

Xiao Qi sneered, anger rose, and retorted: "Fluttering and fluttering wings like chickens and ducks, it can also be regarded as spearmanship?"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly became noisy, and there were many insults one after another, like wind and waves. Xiao Qi knew that this sentence offended all the Wing Clansmen, but he didn't hear it, he didn't move, and he could see the killing intent surging in the other party's eyes when he looked at Qi Li.

Zhang Weiheng looked around, his majestic aura emanated, and his deep voice sounded in the entire training ground: "If your skills are not as good as others, either stand up or shut up!" If you can only gossip, it will only make people look down on us even more!"

The surrounding chatter gradually subsided, but the gaze that looked at Xiao Qi became more and more gloomy, Gu Wanyi jumped up and walked next to Xiao Qi unconsciously, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you kid to have two hits!" Then she looked at Zhang Weiheng again: "Uncle Zhang, how is it?"

Zhang Weiheng withdrew his gaze from shocking everyone, ignoring the flamboyant Gu Wanyi, but looked at Xiao Qi, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You have a good foundation, but you are not inferior today, if you don't clean up, these boys will say that I am weak and incompetent!"

Xiao Qi didn't answer for a while. He had already discovered that the Wing Clan did have a natural advantage over humans in terms of speed and swiftness, and today, it seemed that this group of apprentices under Uncle Zhang was only known for their agility and agility with their wings, but they did not have much attainment in spearmanship itself. He saw Zhang Weiheng's arrogant and self-proclaimed master's expression, and he was a little unconvinced.

Out of nowhere, Xiao Qi's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Weiheng with a spear, but a young figure in white armor unconsciously appeared in front of him.

There was a burst of laughter around him, and a few whispered mockery, which was very harsh, and Xiao Qi was unmoved. Zhang Weiheng was not annoyed, waved his hand, and called softly: "Sheng'er, don't let Little Brother Xiao underestimate us!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Qi suddenly felt that a white figure flashed in front of him, it was Zhang Sheng. He struck at Xiao Qi with a spear in his hand, passing through the air leaving only an afterimage. In addition to his white clothes and snow-white wings behind him, the most eye-catching thing is the weapon in his hand. This is a dark blue gun, the body of the gun is covered with pale gold carvings, but the tail of the gun is facing forward, and the edge is not exposed. At the same time, he tucked his wings behind his back and did not spread them.

Just as soon as he fought, Xiao Qi noticed that the dark blue spear in his hand was made of calm iron, although the tip of the spear was not visible, but every move was coherent and smooth, even if Zhang Sheng did not cultivate internal breath, the unique coercion of the spirit blade also made Xiao Qi very uncomfortable.

Xiao Qi suddenly felt that he was being underestimated, and a stream of hot blood burst out of his chest, flowing through his body, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

The people around were all surprised when they heard this, Zhang Sheng's figure was too fast, they didn't react for a while, and where he was before, this group of people didn't notice. However, some people soon reacted, and in their opinion, no matter how difficult the captain of the guard is to deal with on weekdays, in front of a human being, he still distinguishes friend and foe very thoroughly.

The cheers around burst out, Xiao Qi's arrogant provocation before, which made the faces of the Wing Clan people present a little ugly, so when they saw Zhang Sheng, they were all overjoyed, and many people shouted: "Captain Zhang, teach this kid who speaks wild words a lesson!"

There is also a humanitarian: "I didn't expect Uncle Zhang to pass on the 'Golden Poison Strong' to Captain Zhang, and Captain Zhang's spear skills are probably unrivaled by the younger generation!"

"That's it! I don't see how long Captain Zhang and Uncle Zhang have been practicing, they became the captain of the guards at a young age, we can't even enter the guards, how can we compare!"

"Call this human kid so arrogant, waste his hands and feet!"

In the midst of the noise, Xiao Qi could only hear the whirring wind from the dancing spear. He and Zhang Sheng quickly took more than ten moves, and Xiao Qi became more and more cautious. Zhang Sheng's "Golden Poison Qiang" opened and closed, with sharp moves, and the pale gold drew arcs one after another, and the end point of each arc was Xiao Qi's body. This seems to be the same as Qi Li's previous style of play, only more aggressive and swift. He has not spread his wings, but has been fighting Xiao Qi on the ground with his feet on the ground, which seems to be a refutation of Xiao Qi's previous remarks.

It stands to reason that Zhang Sheng has to draw an arc every time he attacks, which is far more laborious than straight stabs, splits and other actions, and the offensive is slower, but his offensive is one ring after another, one blow is inexhaustible, and the other blow starts again, leaving Xiao Qi with little space for counterattack.

The most important thing is that Xiao Qi felt that the force coming from the spear was getting heavier and heavier. Although Zhang Sheng's "Golden Poison Strong" does not have the slightest internal force, one move is faster than one move, and one shot is heavier than another, which is far better than Qi Li's power before. Xiao Qi struggled to cope more and more, but he just relied on the unevenness in his chest to carry it down.

Zhang Sheng was slightly surprised, and his brown eyes were always looking at Xiao Qi in the shadow of the gun. After dozens of rounds, Xiao Qi seems to be at the end of the crossbow, but he is always blocking left and right in Zhang Sheng's continuous offensive, like a lone lamp in the wind and rain, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, but always sparkling.

Seeing that Xiao Qi was down, the young people on the spot burst into cheers and applause, and many people whistled at Xiao Qi, full of provocation, but Xiao Qi was never defeated.

Zhang Sheng knew that he had to fight quickly, he finally stretched his wings, and the tips of the wings came out from behind like an unsheathed sword, dragging his whole body up slightly. The "Golden Poison Strong" is still the tail of the gun facing forward, like a long rainbow through the sun, and the bracket of the tail of the gun is like a golden line drawn in the air, pointing to Xiao Qi's chest.

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Qi's eyes. He was waiting for this moment. Zhang Sheng's spear skills were continuous, almost overwhelming him, and he had almost no power to fight back. If Zhang Sheng continues to perform, Xiao Qi will lose if he can't make more than ten moves. It's just that Zhang Sheng bears Zhang Weiheng's entrustment and the face of the Wing Clan, and if he can't attack for a long time, he will inevitably be anxious, eager to succeed, and want to defeat the enemy with one move, but instead gives Xiao Qi the opportunity to fight against the water.

Xiao Qi didn't back down, but went towards the golden thread, the spear vibrate, the same tail of the gun, and the same pointing at Zhang Sheng's chest, as if he was fighting for his life. Zhang Sheng was stunned to find that Xiao Qi's stubborn eyes were like a little spark, becoming more and more vigorous.

These eyes also inspired a trace of struggle in his heart. His white feather flapped violently, and at the same time, his wrist forcefully threw the golden poison strong like a bidding spear towards Xiao Qi, and he took advantage of the momentum of the spear throwing forward and the flapping wings, and his body floated back lightly.

Xiao Qi looked at the golden poison that was rapidly enlarged in front of him, and looked at Zhang Sheng, who was far away, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the spear in his hand was already beyond the reach of the whip. He sighed softly, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

As if he had hit a heavy object in his chest, he only felt his qi and blood surge, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat, but he swallowed it raw, leaving only a thin line of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Sheng fell to the ground, looked at Xiao Qi, and said word by word: "This is my father's original 'Shen Yan Shooting', and the last trick is called 'Liuyan'." ”

Xiao Qi suppressed the discomfort in his chest and said lightly: "Brother Zhang's spear skills are exquisite, and Xiao is convinced." ”

Zhang Sheng only shook his head slightly: "If you talk about victory or defeat, you will be slightly better in the next one." If you fight for life and death, you are not an opponent below. He bowed down again and said to Zhang Weiheng: "The child is incompetent, and he has disgraced his father." ”

The surrounding people were suddenly dumbfounded and looked at each other. Whispers came and went, but there was no sneer or ridicule. Qi Li's face turned red, and his muscles burst out, but he could only stand in the crowd without saying a word.

Zhang Weiheng waved his hand and said indifferently: "You can see it clearly, this is talking about victory or defeat, naturally you won." Then he smiled, looked at Xiao Qi, and asked, "Are you seriously injured?"

Xiao Qi shook his head, but he was secretly thinking in his heart, if Zhang Weiheng made a move, how would he deal with it.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Weiheng said: "Now that you are convinced, if you want to be my apprentice, is it not wronged by you?"

Xiao Qi was stunned, he didn't expect that after offending all the Yi clansmen, Zhang Weiheng still had the intention of accepting apprentices. He glanced at the reactions of the people around him again, and the young people on the onlookers were all displeased, but no one dared to say anything, and Zhang Sheng was still calm and light, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Why?" he asked, frowning.

"It's just a pity. Zhang Weiheng smiled slightly, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

After experiencing the battle with Zhang Sheng, Xiao Qi clearly knew that the so-called "Shen Yan Shooting" was powerful, and it had not fully played a role in Qi Li's hands before. And if it weren't for Zhang Sheng's impatience, he would never have the slightest chance of winning. Gu Wanyi had already come to Zhang Sheng's side, and shouted to Xiao Qi from afar: "Are you stupid, kid, don't you agree quickly!" completely ignoring the ugly faces of the other young people of the Wing Clan.

Xiao Qi looked at Gu Wanyi, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and Gu Wanyi, who was staring at him, was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't know where this look came from. Xiao Qi had already turned his head to look at Zhang Weiheng and nodded. Zhang Weiheng didn't wait for him to react again, then waved his hand and motioned for Xiao Qi to join the team of students. Xiao Qi was a little stunned, ignoring the hostility of the people around him, and walked to the side and sat down cross-legged.