After noon, the martial arts arena ushered in the final battle, Fang Na of the Confucian Academy, Mingwu of the bitter monk of the National Teacher's Mansion, and Zhao Zhengli of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The three of them are all from many Tianjiao peers, as bright as stars, and since then, the lowest titles of the three have been from the fifth grade, and there are more seats for the three saints of the temple, wearing a white brocade robe carved with silver filigree, and wearing a belt inlaid with gold medicine and jade.

The three of them stood on one side and looked at each other, Fang Na's delicate and willow-like appearance was even weaker in front of the two eight-foot tall opponents, the enlightened monk was copper-tendoned and iron-bone, and Zhao Zhengli's white face was like jade.

As the whistle blew, none of the three moved to take precautions.

Zhao Zhengli didn't bet on this battle anymore, and even he didn't know how much chance of winning, but it didn't affect the onlookers to shoot, smashing tens of millions of real money on the three of them, and the king of the city still used his strength to prove his affirmation of Zhao Daochang, and invested 500,000 yuan to block him to get the first place, he wanted to vote more, and was persuaded by several Privy Council henchmen, after all, the risk was too great, and there was only a one-third chance of winning.

Martial arts arena

Fang Na was holding two gold and silver folding fans, and the bitter monk Mingwu was still holding a wooden Zen staff, and only Zhao Dao was carrying a long sword.

In terms of weapons, Zhao Zhengli had a slight advantage, he saw that the two of them did not move for a long time and took two steps forward, Fang Na and Monk Mingwu took two steps back almost at the same time, Zhao Zhengli spread his hands: "Is this way so terrible?" ”

That expression was a complete provocation in the eyes of the two, Fang Na and Monk Mingwu glanced at each other, and tacitly attacked him, Zhao Zhengli suddenly felt bad: "Hey! Don't form gangs! ”

He was talking, his hand had begun to draw his sword, a man and a woman rushed over, Zhao Zhengli quickly retreated to observe the changes in the expressions of the two looking for fighters, Fang Na's delicate posture took the lead, and threw out two folding fans, one gold and one silver, and rotated in the air like a gold and silver frisbee to attack Zhao Zhengli's upper and lower sections.

Zhao Daochang dodged and dodged, raised his sword and took the initiative to approach the two, and the bitter monk Mingwu held a wooden Zen staff to meet the attack. The collision of the yang sword actually made a metal-specific "clang" sound, and Zhao Zhengli secretly scolded the bitter monk for being insidious and sinister, and actually used high-grade iron to imitate the wooden Zen staff.

The enlightened monk pretended to be noble and performed a Buddha salute, and you could see the smile on his face: "Amitabha, the soldiers are not tired of deceit, and the Taoist chief is disappointed, this staff is forged by tungsten steel meteorite!" ”

Zhao Zhengli scolded: "Pretend, look at the sword!" ”

The gold and silver folding fan that missed the blow drew an arc and returned to Fang Na's hands, she also participated in the battle, the three of them wrestled for a while, it seemed that the two of them were beating Zhao Zhengli, but in fact, they were each careful and guarded, and they did not go all out, prompting Zhao Daochang to be extremely fierce in the eyes of outsiders.

"My good man, the Jianghu people are really fierce."

"Nonsense, playing with your life is a ruthless character who hunts down the great grandmaster and scares off the Tubo national teacher."

"But I heard that the old demon woman of Nanzhao Kingdom is a pseudo-great grandmaster?"

"Isn't the pseudo-Grand Master also a Grand Master?"

"It's over, should I bet on the demon to win?"

"It's too late, the dealer has stopped betting."

On the high platform, the old emperor showed a sad face, and left the two concubines Li and Su to visit his two sons, and returned to the camp to summon the old eunuch Cao Yan, and instructed him to secretly arrange people to re-verify Zhao Zhengli's identity, which is very likely to become the next celestial master in the future; The old emperor must be safe.

The three of them fought until the martial arts field boiled, Fang Na's delicate body burst out with transcendent true qi, and a mouthful of condensed twelve zodiac giant beasts attacked Zhao Zhengli, twelve giant beasts let out various beast roars, Zhao Daochang was not afraid to divide the twelve figures and slash them with a sword, the twelve long swords need a large amount of true qi support, all relying on the advantage of being thick and smooth compared to ordinary people in the eight veins of the Qi Jing, the giant beast and the doppelganger in the field exploded at the same time, and the true qi wave spread in all directions, and Zhao Zhengli himself was still fighting with the monk Mingwu, Fang Na saw the opportunity to throw the gold and silver folding fan again, and was about to sneak attack from the back, while Fang Na left an afterimage in place; Keep up with the direction of the folding fan, and pinch your fist to make up for it at any time.

When the two folding fans and Fang Na were close to Zhao Zhengli's back, he suddenly disappeared, the folding fan and Fang Na's fist hit the bitter monk Mingwu head-on, the sudden change The two were shocked, the distance was too close to contain the folding fan and fist, the monk Mingwu raised his Zen staff to block the two folding fans, and the lower abdomen was strong and took Fang Na's punch.

The three great grandmasters watching the battle were secretly shocked by Zhao Zhengli's speed, it seemed that he had just disappeared out of thin air, but in fact it was a manifestation of extreme speed, which was almost the means of the great grandmaster, although extreme speed was pediatric in the great grandmaster realm, but it was completely a dimensionality reduction blow in the grandmaster realm.

Waiting for Fang Na and Mingwu to react, Zhao Zhengli quietly appeared above his head, holding a condensed true qi long sword, and looked down at the two of them fiercely and mocked: "The scholars of the Confucian Academy actually play sneak attacks? ”

Without any hesitation, he stabbed the giant sword, and the two of them were defenseless and hurriedly dodged to both sides, and the sword fell and the true qi exploded, and it was bound to be shocked, and dodging was the most direct choice for the two.

"Bang!"

The sword qi directly poked the ground out of the sword pit dozens of meters from top to bottom, and the true qi fluctuations pushed Fang Na and Mingwu Monk out dozens of meters, the two of them only felt pain in their backs, and looked at the white-faced Taoist priest who was enraged in the distance, he was like a demon god carrying a long sword with purple light and attacked quickly, the bitter monk Mingwu sealed the "Arhat Palm", Fang Na concentrated out of thin air and gathered a divine sword several zhang high, and a huge palm print and a several zhang divine sword slashed towards him together.

Zhao Zhengli suddenly separated a figure, two Zhao Zhengli at the same time to perform "a ten thousand", because the true qi is divided into two, the condensed sword qi is also discounted, one person uses more than 500 true qi condensed swords are still shocking, the momentum of destroying the world is like a law order, a sword falls on the huge Buddha palm print, a sword against dozens of zhang giant sword, only to hear the martial arts field send out "boom!" Bang! Two thunderous explosions, Zhao Zhengli flew dozens of feet of blood, his clothes were torn, and the corners of Fang Na and Mingwu monks spilled blood and flew several meters.

This impact Zhao Zhengli obviously fell behind, but the other party is two against one, and they are both Tianjiao figures of the same generation, so if they think about it, if they are single, there is no doubt that the two are not Zhao Daochang's opponents.

Zhao Zhengli's eyes were red, the two guys figured out his strength, and clearly planned to join forces to fight him, Zhao Zhengli was ignited with anger; Stopping the "Divine Gate" and spitting blood, at the same time, with enough true qi, the air flow in the martial arts arena swarmed towards him, and the momentum changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Come on!" Fight to the death! ”

In the stands, the Bi family sisters saw Zhao Zhengli flying upside down, and scolded in a panic: "Despicable! A fake Confucian, a false Buddha, can't win the Taoist and join forces to fight him, is it so difficult to admit that others are better than himself? ”

The onlookers were different, and most of the gamblers who defended Zhao Daochang were gamblers who bought him to win, and those who belittled were the characters who bought the other two to win. Only the white-cloaked beauty in the crowd kept silent and watched quietly.

Yu Xiaowei also clenched her fists, why didn't she want to fight for her, and found that Li Zhanyi's eyes suddenly felt sober when she looked at her, only to realize how her emotions fluctuated with that bad Taoist?

Birou turned her head to look at the three great grandmasters: "Heavenly Master, you don't care?" This is obviously unfair to Daochang Zhao! ”

Zhao Tianshi gave the two sisters a reassuring smile: "At the critical moment, Lao Dao will naturally make a move, he is a person from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and Lao Dao will definitely protect him!" ”

"But ......"

Biyu wanted to say something, but was pulled by Birou: "Believe him for the time being!" ”

"But Zhao Dao has only one long life, how can I believe him a second time?"

“……”

On the field, Na and the bitter monk Mingwu showed their fear for the first time, just now the two of them struck with all their strength, and the white-faced Taoist priest actually resisted hard, and at this moment he took the initiative to attack the two like madmen, and the arrogance was more crazy than ever.

At that time, Zhao Zhengli was definitely playing with his life, thinking of the rumored scene where he chased and killed the great master and scared off the Tubo national teacher, the two of them could immediately understand each other's feelings, this guy was completely crazy.

The two of them first retreated with luck, ready to fight at any time, Zhao Zhengli flew into the air, his ragged cotton robe fluttering in the cold wind, his eyes were full of war intent, and his hands were purple. The Yang Sword is really vigorous, and the sword is swaying.

Fang Na gathered her true qi to condense a "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", its realism is far better than Pang Haowei, a scene and an object, a tree and a grass in the painting, all are clearly visible, just like the scenery outside the window, Zhao Zhengli directly swung his sword and slashed at the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" suspended in front of him: "This kind of trick wants to trap the road!" ”

"Hiss", the real picture was cut in half by Zhao Zhengli with a sword, Fang Na's face turned pale, and she quickly took a few steps back, her eyes were full of shock, the true qi transformation that Confucianism was proud of was so unbearable?

Fang Na seemed to have forgotten the importance of her state of mind, she had been disturbed by the other party at this moment, so the true qi was in vain.

Zhao Zhengli took the opportunity to use a finger of "Fire Dementor Finger", Fang Na shook the gold and silver folding fan in his hand in the air, and flew sixteen silver needles from the gap of the folding fan, Zhao Zhengli was shocked and slapped several palms of true qi palm power, and the long sword in his hand held the sword flower to block the remaining few needles, and after avoiding it, Zhao Daochang's hands were sealed and cast "Fire Dementor Finger" and "One Finger is Empty", and five or six fingers burst Fang Na.

Her delicate body retreated one after another, and her fingers fell half an inch in front of her, two of which were still resolved by the enlightened monk, and her originally white and soft face turned pale with fright.

Zhao Zhengli also took advantage of the time when the bitter monk rescued him and slashed at him with a few swords, and with three or two fingers, the enlightened monk was overwhelmed, and the last finger of the "Fire Dementor Finger" hidden in the sword qi was firmly pointed at the "Cloud Gate Acupoint" on his left shoulder, and his left arm was soreness and numbness in an instant, Zhao Zhengli approached rapidly, and appeared in front of the enlightened monk in the blink of an eye, reaching out to point the two acupoints of "Tanzhong" and "Qi House", sealing the true qi in his chest.

This battle ended with the defeat of the bitter monk Mingwu, and Fang Na had no momentum to fight alone.

The participants were in danger, the spectators were still unsatisfied, and the old emperor of the high-platform camp tent slowly got up and left the scene without being surprised.

The three great masters each brought back the young people under their doors for the first time, and the old heavenly master took out three dragon and tiger pills for the three of them to take for the three of them, of course, it was an inferior pill, not a complete dragon and tiger pill, even so it was extremely precious, and the medicinal effect was also amazing, after all, the small pill condensed dozens of rare and exotic essences.

The cheering sisters of the Bi family were about to rush to the martial arts field to celebrate, Yu Xiaowei inadvertently showed a beautiful smile, Li Zhanyi was aware of it, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile in her heart.

In the distance, some monks talked with relish, some gambled and won excitedly, and the beautiful woman in the white cloak slowly disappeared into the crowd, leaving with the gloomy departure of the crown prince Song Chaoyan; The civil officials and Confucian scholars also followed the scolding and left the scene, and the city king Song Wenlai was afraid of the three saints of the temple, and smiled at Zhao Zhengli beside the old heavenly master from afar, signaled to congratulate, and then threw his sleeves and left happily.

Mu Deqing, the three holy Confucian masters of the temple, Zhao Hongyun, the old heavenly teacher, and Master Yuanyi, the three old guys, who looked at them at that time, were not pleasing to anyone.

Fang Na, Zhao Zhengli, and Mingwu monks next to the three of them kept a lot of self-control, and they each regulated their bodies with their heads stuffy.