Chapter 38: Martial Arts Conference (2)

Moon Worship City will hold a martial arts tournament every five years, and its purpose is to recruit some monks with good cultivation for the City Lord's Mansion to consolidate its position as the City Lord's Mansion, which is also the reason why Zheng Yuanba has always been preying on the common people but always sitting in the position of the city lord, because others are afraid of the Zheng family's powerful thugs.

In order to attract stronger monks, the Zheng family added a thousand spirit stones to the first place, so the number of people who signed up for this year's martial arts conference was several times that of the previous one, and the scale was also the largest in the past.

For this martial arts competition, the Zheng family built four fighting platforms in the wide martial arts training ground, each of which was 200 meters wide and could accommodate a total of 1,000 people to compete. In the center of the four fighting martial arts platforms erected a 100-meter-high flagpole, the red flag is impressively written "martial arts conference" four big characters, looking from a distance is not spectacular!

Early in the morning, the martial arts training ground in Moon Worship City was crowded with monks who came to sign up, and the hundreds of acres of land were surrounded by water, and the monks who passed by were full of hatred for each other. There are no clear requirements for cultivation in this martial arts conference, no matter what cultivation you have, you can participate, as long as you can stand to the end, you will be the winner.

"Welcome all monks and friends to come to participate in this martial arts conference, on behalf of the Zheng family, I would like to express my gratitude to everyone, the martial arts conference is divided into two days, the first day to select the top 20 promotion places, the second day is the final, choose the first place in this martial arts competition!

There are four arenas for martial arts, the rules of the game are melee, and the twenty people who win in the end advance to tomorrow's finals, I declare that the competition is not divided into life and death, the winner is the king, and the loser is the coward!" Zheng Yuanba stood in the stands of the martial arts conference and shouted loudly: "I announce the official start of this martial arts conference!"

As soon as Zheng Yuanba's voice fell, those monks who had been waiting for a long time rushed to the battle platform, and for a while, all kinds of spiritual skills were scattered around like a hornet that had been stabbed and exploded, so it was not spectacular! After changing his appearance, Feng Ze did not rush up immediately, and so far there was not a monk above the spirit master, and he still disdained to make a move against these small fish and shrimp.

However, Zheng Yuanba's hand is really vicious, in less than half a pillar of incense, more than 1,000 monks who came to the stage were removed, some people fell and some people left unwillingly, and the people standing on the stage were also scarred, and the entire martial arts arena was miserable!

At about noon, there were only a hundred monks standing in the four arenas, and among these people, Feng Ze saw the figure of the spirit master one after another, and what surprised him even more was that he saw that Zheng Tianhao was also among the hundred people.

How can a spiritual priest stand until now? Feng Ze was questioning when he saw two middle-aged men lowering their heads and whispering something in Zheng Tianhao's ear, it turned out that there were thugs, no wonder!

In addition to Feng Ze, there are a few people who have been standing under the martial arts arena and watching the game, and their purpose should be the same as Feng Ze's opportunity to make a move. At the very edge of the martial arts arena, Feng Ze found a person wearing a hat, this person Spirit King cultivates, if Feng Ze meets him, this Spirit King will definitely become Feng Ze's strong opponent!

Time passed little by little, the monks in the martial arts arena went from one hundred to fifty, and from fifty to thirty, although these people were injured, they were undoubtedly not the best in cultivation, and seeing this, Feng Ze finally walked up.

"Go down!" Feng Ze's foot had just taken the first step on the fighting platform, and someone suddenly punched him in the chest, although it was not heavy, he was caught off guard and almost retreated. According to the rules of the martial arts competition, as long as your steps leave the martial arts platform half a step away from the martial arts platform during the martial arts fight, then you will be eliminated, and this punch is very important!

Feng Zetu's spiritual power was released, standing firmly in place, raising his head to look at the guy, a strong man with a height of one meter and eight meters and a weight of less than two hundred catties was looking at himself with his teeth bared, and he was holding a big mace in his hand, not to mention that this appearance alone could scare ordinary people half to death! "It depends on your ability!"

"Dozens of people have been beaten down under this mace, if you take a bite of thin skin and tender meat to ensure that you turn into meat puree, what? Try it?" the strong man shook the mace in his hand with one hand and pointed at Feng Ze and said.

"I'm not scared, big guy!" The strong man was fat, and his face was a little honest, Feng Ze suddenly had the idea of teasing him, anyway, he only had the cultivation of the spirit master level to show no threat to himself, so he should relax and move his muscles and bones.

"I'll stone you to death!" The strong man was repeatedly ridiculed because of his figure, and Feng Ze's "big guy" suddenly made him angry, and he picked up his mace and smashed it down towards Feng Ze.

After the mace fell, even the marble fighting platform was smashed out of a big pit, and the broken gravel immediately flew everywhere and the dust was flying.

Feng Ze didn't use the earth spirit power to resist as usual, since this strong man was fat and big, then his speed would definitely be limited, Tong Guò in the battle between the vast mountain and the black bear king, Feng Ze was obviously improved in speed, and before the mace fell, he disappeared in place and appeared behind the strong man. "Hey, chunks, I'm here"

"Little white face, see that I don't smash you!" the strong man turned around awkwardly, picked up the mace, and smashed it again.

"You're coming to arrest me!" Feng Ze stretched out his hand and hooked his hand at the strong man, revealing a wicked smile.

"You dare to trick me, don't run away!" the strong man shook his body and dragged his mace straight towards Fengze.

In this way, Feng Ze dodged quickly in front, the strong man kept chasing behind him, every time the mace landed on the fighting platform, the monks who were fighting with each other around him would cast a disdainful look at these two people after seeing it, but the power of the strong man's mace should not be underestimated, when they were defending their opponents, they would carefully avoid the two people, and the whole stage was very lively.

"Touch!" the strong man's mace finally succeeded in smashing into Feng Ze's body, and a puff of green smoke came out of Feng Ze's body.

", you're running, little white face!" The strong man finally breathed a sigh of relief, chasing after him, his sweat was already soaking through his clothes, and he didn't see much body left, but he didn't expect to succeed at this time.

"Hey, it's time to wash this ragged clothes!" Feng Ze gently patted the dust floating on his body with his hand, and did not forget to tease the strong man: "Thank you for reminding me to wash clothes, you big guy." ”

"Are you all right?" Although there was a shock and soreness in his hand, he was still full of confidence in his stick, even if he was higher than himself, he would be seriously injured, but this little white face could still laugh, the strong man thought that he was tired of running just now and his strength was not enough, so he raised the stick again, "Touch!"

As Feng Ze's proficiency in the use of spiritual power continues to increase, when using some long-mastered spiritual skills, he can not need to recite the mantra as before, and when the strong man's second stick falls, he has already added a "sealed body" for himself to resist his attack.

"Oops!" When the strong man's mace smashed into Feng Ze's body again, a huge counter-devouring force instantly shook him and his mace away, and the strong man lying on the ground found that his tiger's mouth was bleeding and he couldn't move.

"How is it? can you still smash it?" Feng Ze slowly walked to the strong man's side and stretched out a hand to him: "If you don't mind, let's make friends!"

"I can't beat me and admit defeat, but I won't be friends with you because you tease me!

"It's a bit backbone, and I hope you can think about being a friend. Feng Ze felt that this strong man was very real, he didn't have any fancy intestines, and his thoughts were very simple, daring to admit defeat showed that he had backbone, and such a person was worth befriending. But looking at his appearance, his temper should be very stubborn, if you want him to remember that he can only hurt him, Feng Zeyun kicked the strong man out of the fighting platform.

"Ahh

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