In the glamorous sound on the Fengxing Peak, Ren Hang's clothes fluttered, and he moved freely with the rhythm of strength, which was definitely a great boost to the morale of Fengxingtang. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang heng...... He could only resist, and every time the light and shadow intertwined, the only thing he seemed to be able to do was to retreat, and with every step back, the pale look on his face would increase by a point.

Looking at Zhang Heng's gradually vain pace, a sneer bloomed at the corner of Ren Hang's mouth, to be honest, he couldn't find any excitement at all, when he was already the elite of Fengxingtang, the opponent was just a disciple of the gatekeeper of Xianyin Hall, and it was not luck to meet such an opponent in the big competition, but shame.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I see that your old injuries have not healed, and it is not a matter to fight like this, so let's do it, I won't take advantage of you, just limit yourself to three moves, after three moves, if the junior brother can still stand, even if you win this big competition, what do you think?" Ren Hang suddenly retracted his figure and smiled faintly, but his calm tone revealed the domineering spirit of who else was willing to give up.

Zhang Heng was slightly stunned, and a wry smile bloomed on his pale face: "I have heard that Fengxingtang treats guests like guests for a long time, and this proposal of senior brother really makes me a junior brother...... But it's disrespectful. “

As soon as the words fell, the iron fan that had been shaking suddenly snapped together and turned into a black light and lit out.

There was an uproar on Fengxing Peak, and even the disciples of the Immortal Hidden Hall felt a little embarrassed, only Lei Fat Man crooked his mouth and couldn't stop nodding, which meant that there was a sense of sympathy among the people in the same way.

Three moves are limited, and you didn't say whether your three moves are offensive or defensive, so Zhang Heng's purpose is only one, to let you defend and waste your move first.

Looking at the oncoming black light, the corners of Ren Hang's mouth rose and set off an arc, his figure flashed, and suddenly disappeared in place, and the next second he quietly appeared behind Zhang Heng, and the jade flute in his hand stabbed out like a sword.

"First move!"

The deepest footwork of the Holy Hidden Hall, the "Cloud Deep Mist Cover", was as solid as a set of basic skills in the hands of the elite disciples of the Fengxing Hall.

The sound of the glamour in the center of the square was like a requiem, Zhang Heng's heart was alarmed, and he hurriedly lowered his shoulders, and at the same time, the iron fan opened up and shone out a misty brilliance, drawing an arc in mid-air to cut Ren Hang's wrist.

"I'd rather take it in the straight, not in the song, the second move!"

It seemed that all the opponent's attacks were expected, Ren Hang's tone could not hear a trace of fluctuation, and the trajectory of Yu Xiao, just like his tone, did not show a trace of fluctuation, or a momentary pause.

The courage of a strong man to break his wrist is not needed at all, to be precise, it is not necessary, because Ren Hang's hand has already let go of the jade flute, and the jade flute galloping in inertia is like an arrow off the string at this time, piercing through the warm wind, piercing the void, and shooting towards Zhang Heng.

It was obviously too late to retract the fan, Zhang Heng almost instinctively took off in the air, opening up space in exchange for time, which is always the first reaction of human beings after encountering danger.

At this moment, the smile on Ren Hang's face became stronger, his goal was achieved, this is a complete prediction, under the terrain, taking off means losing the focus point, in this case, I want to see how you resist this third trick "A Thousand Miles and a Song"?

Everyone only felt that the light and shadow flashed in front of them, and Ren Hang "shot" out, faster than an arrow, so when his figure resurfaced, the jade flute that was galloping like an arrow had fallen into his hand again, and Chang Xiaohua's sword swept out a piece of blue light and slashed towards Zhang Heng's back.

Speed, extreme speed, in the Holy Hidden Hall, the ultimate footwork comes from the Fengxing Hall, and the fastest disciple in the Fengxing Hall is not the senior brother Sun Ke, but Ren Hang.

The whole three moves, the calculation between each move, the prediction between each move, and the undertaking between each move, can definitely be called leaky.

The disciples of Fengxingtang all clenched their fists, they were looking forward to the first victory in the big competition, which was not a return to the past, but a strong return.

Listening to the sound behind him, he suddenly became high-pitched, Zhang Heng's eyes showed a blankness, senior brother let himself come up, is it really just a tactic of Tianji horse race, is he really unbearable?

In an instant, Zhang Heng's mind appeared with the eyes of Ling Dong when he looked at him, it was a light, an indestructible light, there was a kind of trust, called brother!

In the warm wind of Fengxingfeng, Zhang Heng closed his eyes, and the darkness instantly replaced the light, but then the darkness was torn apart by a light, he didn't look back, but poked the closed folding fan out from under his armpit in a very awkward posture.

A very ordinary move, but it was integrated into Zhang Heng's resolute intention of putting him to death and then living, Ren Hang felt it, but he couldn't stop it, because this was the last move of the three-move covenant, and there was a killing breath in the jade flute, and it also carried his resolute intention, and the two resolute intentions collided violently in each other's entanglement.

Everyone's eyes widened, and there was nervousness and uneasiness in their eyes, whether the Immortal Hidden Hall counterattacked to the end, or the Fengxing Hall staged a Jedi counterattack.

After a short period of calm, there was a slight clicking sound in the center of the square, the light of Yuan Li gradually faded, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Zhang Heng's mouth, like a wisp of red in the day, but he still stood there, his eyes revealing determination.

Ren Hang's face was like ashes, looking down at the jade flute full of cracks in his hand, in addition to disappointment, he was more puzzled, and after a long time, he muttered: "The artistic conception of a song for a thousand miles is eclectic, and Senior Brother Zhang should not have turned back when he took my move, but this move is blocked and broken, although sometimes I also believe in a little luck, but if I can insert the fan bone into Xiao Kong, don't talk to me about the word luck anymore." “

Zhang Heng wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "If I say it is by feeling, do you believe it, senior brother?"

Ren Hang shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked towards the camp of Fengxingtang without saying a word.

Zhang Heng was slightly stunned, looked at Ren Hang's back and said, "Senior brother, if it is a killing field, it must be me who dies." “

Ren Hang didn't look back, just waved his hand in the air: "But this is a big competition, the three-move contract has been fulfilled, and you will win if you break my song for a thousand miles!"

The last word came out, the whole Fengxingfeng wind and thunder swayed, Zhang Heng won another game, Xianyintang won Fengxingtang three than eggs, and shaved the opponent's bald head, God, do you dare to believe it, can you believe it?

"Damn, Zhang Heng is even better at pretending to be forced than me, and he relies on his feelings, he will die if he is not sure. Lei Fat Man rubbed his hands, his face full of anger, "Brother finally had a chance to show his face in front of the beauty of Biyuntang, but he was strangled by this kid, and he will be killed later." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang this time...... It's so handsome, how did he do it. Song Tie hugged his arms, and his face was still incredible.

Ling Dong just smiled, among all the disciples of the Immortal Yin Hall, Zhang Heng is notoriously timid, but this kind of timidity is not because he is afraid of things, but because he is much stronger than ordinary people in predicting danger, and this kind of dangerous prediction is abstract to say that it is feeling, but in another kind of practice, it is called spiritual consciousness.

Possessing spiritual sense, this is Zhang Heng's real talent, so when Lei Fatzi took out the flying knife and exploded the bird, when Song Tie realized it in forging...... Zhang Heng just stood aside and "watched" stupidly...... Because, sometimes it's a talent to be able to watch.

Looking at the dejected Fengxingtang disciples, Xianyintang did not celebrate like crazy this time, after all, this is Fengxingfeng, and from the beginning, the attitude of the Fengxingtang disciples towards this big competition cannot be said to be important, but at least they are not as arrogant as Qianjitang, and more importantly, whether it is Sun Ke or Ren Hang, they have shown the generosity they deserve.

Don't be arrogant in victory, don't be discouraged in defeat, such a person deserves respect!

"Congratulations, old Zhou, you owe me a drink. Xiang Hongbo walked out with a smile, and there was no trace of unwillingness and disappointment on his face.

Zhou Heng was a little embarrassed: "Haha, Xianyin Peak is not as beautiful as Fengxing Peak, but Brother Xiang can go, it's still the same sentence, don't be drunk!"

No politeness, less greetings, the disciples of Xianyintang suppressed the ecstasy in their hearts, walked down the Fengxing Peak with their heads held high, and unconsciously, they ushered in two consecutive victories in the big competition, although this is not a proud record in the history of the Shengyintang competition, but for the Xianyintang who has been eating subsistence allowance for a long time, it is a complete miracle, and more importantly, since Wang Chengfeng's ancestor was martyred, they can touch the lintel of the three halls for the first time.

The unimaginable celebration banquet was held for the second time, and Xianyin Hall also ushered in happy troubles, the last celebration banquet actually drank the wine, fortunately, this kind of trouble did not last too long, Ma Yun took a few disciples of Qianjitang to carry the bamboo leaves of the sixteen altars, and appeared at the right time in Xianyin Peak.

As long as there are spirit stones and contribution points, the Taobao Pavilion of Qianji Peak will not lack anything, and the wine is still the best wine, but this time there is no need for spirit stones, let alone contribution points, because compared to spirit stones and contribution values, what Zhao Shizu said is obviously more weighty.

In the half-mountain pavilion of the Holy Hidden Hall, the four ancestors gathered together.

Wen Zhong's face turned pale, and the emotions that had been brewing for a long time finally turned into a lament: "I said Zhao Lao......"

Before the latter words could be spoken, he was interrupted by Zhao Gongming with a smile: "Senior Brother Wen, although everyone is a person who is a master, you must know how to be orderly, and you must pay attention to your attitude when you speak, what is Old Zhao...... It's called Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Zhao. “

Wen Shizu's neck was thickened, but the raised sleeves were just flicked in the end, and he sat on the cold Taishi chair.

Lu Zetian and Chen Feng glanced at each other, crying and laughing.

Zhao Gongming deliberately coughed lightly twice, and then clapped his hands, and the two disciples outside the hall seemed to have heard the agreed code, and each walked in with two baskets.

Seeing the old altar in the basket wrapped in green cloth at the mouth of the altar, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Wen Zhong's decadent eyes, he sniffed his nose and asked, "Is this ......?"

Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes with disdain: "More than fifty years of morning dew osmanthus brewing, plus it has been treasured in Taobao Pavilion for another sixteen years, old Wentou, you are blessed." ”

Wen Zhong stood up with a bang, and after a long time, he spit out three words: "Zhao ...... Division...... Brother ......"