Zhang Zheng raised his eyes and looked at the male cultivator with thick eyebrows on the opposite side, this is her opponent.

The square-faced male cultivator bowed slightly, and arched his hand: "Shangjin Guanjie, Liu Yuanli." ”

Zhang Zheng returned the salute, "In the Xia Huai Feng Mainland, Zhang Zheng." ”

As soon as these words came out, the three people on the other side subconsciously turned their eyes to Zhang Zheng, and Liu Yuanli looked even stiffer, and his face collapsed visibly with the naked eye.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now after a closer look, I found that Zhang Zheng was actually a person from the Nether.

The scene became silent for a while, Ji Qingyun chuckled lightly, and stepped out, his expression half joking and half mocking, "Could it be that the three Taoist friends think that I am not qualified enough?" ”

"What did Ji Daoyou say?"

Meng Shushan sent a message to the other two to tell them to restrain their expressions, and said with a shy smile: "The three Daoists are strong, and my junior brothers and sisters are not sensible, but I am worried that they will not be able to defeat them." ”

That being said, Liu Yuanli, who was about to rival Zhang Zheng, still didn't look very good, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of unhappiness.

Nan Yulin said suddenly: "Don't be reluctant, if you are not satisfied, you can change people to compete, but just wait a little longer, although the team in front of us is not here now, it must not take long." ”

Wait a little longer?

Everyone here knows the importance of seizing the opportunity, and how can they be willing to waste their time in vain.

Liu Yuanli knew that he couldn't drag down his senior brothers and sisters because of himself, so he said in his heart: "Daoyou misunderstood, I really don't mean that in Xia, and it is a great blessing to be able to compete with Zhang Daoyou." ”

Maybe it's not a bad thing, he still doesn't believe it, he is a disciple of the Jinguan Realm Sect, is it possible that he can still lose to the disciple of the Realm?

Facing Liu Yuanli's contemptuous gaze, Zhang Zheng grinned indifferently, who will die the deer has not yet been decided!

Meng Shushan hurriedly warmed up and said: "Don't wait, this third tower may also have more than the second tower, and there may be someone here later." Since everyone has no objections, let's start the competition, what do you think? ”

The six people walked together to a row of bamboo tubes displayed in the center of the tower, facing each other in pairs, standing in front of and behind a bamboo tube.

There were dozens of bamboo sticks inserted in the bamboo tube, and Liu Yuanli took them first, and then disappeared into the tower in a flash.

This is a test to be familiar with the time, Zhang Zheng no longer hesitated, and also took out a bamboo stick at random, before he could see the font on it, he felt dizzy, and the next moment he was already in a vast bamboo forest.

The bamboo stick in his hand came out of his hand, flew into the air, and suddenly turned into a streamer, which was divided into two, two into four, and then divided into dazzling brilliance.

I only heard the crisp sound of breaking bamboo, and half of the bamboo forest in front of me was cut off, and the bamboo leaves were rustling, and they were spread all over the ground.

The streamer merged into one, swirled back into his hand, Zhang Zheng raised his hand, and looked at it, where there were any bamboo sticks, ordinary bamboo sticks had turned into a blade as thin as cicada wings.

An ethereal voice sounded, "Cut off half of the green bamboo in this way to get out of the formation." ”

The moment the last word fell, the bamboo forest that was devastated by the blade was reborn, and the broken branches and bamboo leaves that were covered all over the ground also disappeared out of thin air, and everything was restored to the same as before.

Will Xi make this move? Zhang Zheng held the sharp and thin blade in front of his eyes with his fingers, and the bright sunlight seemed to be able to penetrate the blade, as light as a feather, as thin as a cicada's wings.

It seems that it will break with a little force, this thing can really cut off the bamboo as thick as a child's arm in front of you?

Maybe using spiritual power will have an effect, Zhang Zheng tried to inject a wisp of golden spiritual power into the blade, and the next moment, only a click of the blade was heard, cracking from head to tail, shattering into dust.

The hand was still in the position of holding the knife, the powder had slipped from between his fingers, Zhang Zheng's eyes widened in surprise, and he wanted to cry without tears.

The ethereal voice sounded in the bamboo forest again, and the plain voice made Zhang Zheng hear two points of banter for no reason.

"I forgot to say, once the weapon is damaged, it will be gone, and I will give you another chance."

As the words fell, a bamboo leaf fell from the branch and flew to the open space in front of Zhang Zheng in the Xu Feng.

"Remember, only this one bamboo leaf, you can't use other bamboo leaves, and you can't practice."

The voice was silent, Zhang Zheng leaned over and picked up the bamboo leaf, most of the slender bamboo leaves were already half withered and yellow, and there were spots of black spots in the withered yellow, which were brittle and crispy, and only a little force on his fingertips could easily pierce it.

It's not as good as a blade!

Zhang Zheng was desperate to know at the moment if other people's weapons were also like her?

With the power of the soft bamboo leaf itself, it must be impossible to cut the bamboo, and she doesn't dare to rashly inject spiritual power now, so ...... In addition to spiritual power, what other power can give bamboo leaves the sharpness of cutting bamboo and breaking wood?

She only has one chance, if she fails, she can only stop at the third tower of the Instrument Palace, she must think of the best way, and she must not try it lightly.

Zhang Zheng spread out his hand, letting the bamboo leaves lie quietly in the palm of his hand, the breeze was slow, blowing the bamboo forest, and occasionally slightly cocking the tail of the bamboo leaf in his hand.

The rustle of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest in my ears gradually faded away, and seemed to drill into the heart, and in the noisy and quiet space, the dark pupils gradually overflowed a little blue.

A ball of water solidifies in mid-air, and the sparkling water light fluctuates and gathers and disperses, as if there is an invisible big palm rubbing the water ball, and then carving its shape with a knife.

The transparent water mass faintly formed the shape of a thin blade, and the next moment it suddenly collapsed into a large water droplet, and the big palm rubbed the water mass again, repeating the previous action.

Collapse and re-engraving, re-engraving and then collapse, so tirelessly re-engraved more than a hundred times, a blade as thin as a cicada's wings was finally cast in front of his eyes.

Zhang Zheng raised his hand to hold the blade, the blade was solid and hard, the edge was extremely sharp, and the hair broke in half at the slightest touch, it was completely incomparable to the water blade and gold blade that were activated by spells.

If you look closely, you will find that it is far from the real blade, and its sharpness is mostly given by spiritual power, if it is a water blade, it is like an unsharpened knife, rough and blunt.

With a heartbeat, the water knife was excited and shot, and with a crisp cracking sound, a large area of the vast bamboo forest fell.

With another movement of his mind, the water knife that was still harvesting the bamboo forest suddenly collapsed, and the clear water beads exploded, wetting several green bamboos.

Water is soft to rigid, can be turned into a sharp blade, can also be turned into spring rain and autumn dew, nourishing all things.

Zhang Zheng seems to have realized, like a blade of grass, it seems soft, but in fact, the edge can also cut the skin.

Half-awake and half-asleep, Zhang Zheng gently raised his hand, and the spiritual power swung from his hand, rolling the withered yellow bamboo leaves and flying into the air, and the bamboo leaves swayed leisurely, like a flat boat floating in the boundless sea.

The palm of the hand slowly turned, and the bamboo leaves danced with the spiritual power, the arm holding the elbow, the elbow holding the wrist again, kicking back inward, and then outward, the movement was slow and smooth.

The bamboo leaves looked clumsy at the beginning of the lifting of spiritual power, stumbling up and down in the spiritual power, floating on the spiritual energy again and steadily, constantly adjusting their postures, and even faintly showing signs of surpassing the spiritual power and moving with the palms.

This is the air, it is the air flow.

The torrent can carry the earth, wood and bricks, and the wind can sweep the trees, flowers and plants, and in the final analysis, it is the effect of the air current.

The air flow is invisible and silent, and every move of all things can produce air flow, and whether this air flow can cause an anomaly depends on the strength of the air flow.