"Interesting, Zheng Xia has an opponent." The young man looked gloating.

"It's also fun." Lu Shu stroked his non-existent beard and smiled.

The appearance of Duan Lang, a dark horse, caused the atmosphere of the audience to reach its peak.

Zhong Yuanxiu, who didn't plan to bet, also went to the field to place a bet.

Press a hundred taels, buy Duan Lang to win, and like to buy unpopular.

"Fight! War! War! ”

The audience on the field entered the carnival, raised their hands above their heads, and shouted rhythmically with high-fives.

The man, who was more than eight feet tall, quickly took a horse step, stretched out his arms, and the violent force instantly shattered his sleeves, revealing his arms like steel.

"it!" Young people can't help but blurt out commonly used interjections.

"Duan Lang! Duan Lang! Duan Lang! Many viewers cheered for Duan Lang.

Compared with the two, Duan Lang's popularity was overwhelming, overshadowing Zheng Xia.

Zheng Xia didn't care, there was such a thing as a martial arts competition, if the voice was high and useful, what would he do with cultivation, it was not as good as the Qinglou draft.

Duan Lang went into battle shirtless, his speed was not in a hurry or slow, and he took the lead in attacking Zheng Xia.

Zheng Xia didn't dare to slack off, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and met it with all his strength.

While! The collision of the hand and the knife actually made a sound of gold and iron.

Duan Lang, who was blocking the blade with both hands, did not change his color, and smashed Zheng Xia's weapon with a fist, and stepped forward with a steady pace.

Zheng Xia's face was solemn, and he couldn't think of a way to crack Duan Lang's hard skills for the time being.

However, he knew very well that he must not fight with the other party in close quarters, and he would suffer a lot.

Zheng Xia pulled back and opened up the distance, not entangled with Duan Lang in close quarters.

"Humph! Brother Duan's kind of kung fu is rare, I don't know where to learn? Zheng Xia asked in a deep voice.

"Let Brother Zheng smile, get it by chance, self-taught." Duan Lang sneered, now he was gathering a breath and didn't want to say more.

"That's pretty remarkable." Zheng Xia's eyes were slightly cold, as if he had planned something.

"The kung fu practiced by this person is an extremely rare body forging technique, you go to recruit after the game and see if it can be used by me."

Bai Xian Ling squinted his eyes slightly and commanded lightly.

"What if he doesn't want to serve the Lords?" Bai Xian asked the man beside him, who was also wearing an official uniform.

Break! Bai Xianling's fingers tapped on the table, and suddenly exerted force, poking a small hole in the tabletop.

Zheng Xia, who was in the ring, was already crazy, clenching the big knife and slashing Duan Lang one after another.

tried his best, but he couldn't cause substantial damage to Duan Lang, but he was tired enough, and his weapons were curled.

It is undoubtedly terrifying that the body can be trained to be so hard.

What's even more terrifying is that such a person has become his opponent.

Zheng Xia was sweating profusely, and the consumption was obviously very large.

Duan Lang felt that the time was ripe, no longer just defensive, and his two fists exerted force, and his speed and strength were raised by a notch at the same time.

The sandbag-sized fist shot out like a meteor shower, causing the Zhengxia broadsword to gradually bend, and the blade was pitted, showing a trend of scrapping.

Zheng Xia saw that the situation was not good, and abandoned the knife and retreated.

The man on the opposite side was unforgiving, and when he saw that the opponent had no weapons, he grabbed it with one hand unscrupulously.

Zheng Xia kicked away the iron hand with a sweep, turned around and jumped out of the ring.

"Brother Zheng, I agreed!" Duan Lang saw that Zheng Xia was forced out of the ring by himself, his heart was relieved, and he said very heartily.

"Humph!"

Zheng Xia shook his hand away, feeling aggrieved in his heart, fighting against people like Duan Lang one-on-one, how could he have a chance of winning.

Monk Niu and Cheng Hu had another competition.

Cheng Hu won the victory with a ruthless knife technique, and almost cut the tendon of the cow monk.

This made the man with the stick break out in a cold sweat, and instantly wet his underwear.

"The Zhiyun County Martial Arts Conference decided the top three.

First place: Duan Lang.

Second place: Zheng Xia.

Third place: Cheng Hu.

Win the top ten warriors in the ring to receive the award! ”

Duan Lang, the champion of this martial arts competition, was excited in his heart and kept greeting the people on and off the stage.

At the same time, many people returned the gift.

Lord Bai of the county went to the ring, and there was a team of servants and servants behind him, holding the prizes of this competition.

The top 10 warriors were named and distributed in turn.

As the champion, Duan Lang also received his grand prize - a silver ticket of 1,000 taels, as well as the qualification to participate in the state capital competition.

During the preparation period, you are eligible to enter the Zhiyun County Martial Arts Pavilion and choose a martial arts class.

"Duan Lang! Duan Lang! Duan Lang! ”

After receiving the award, a large number of spectators shouted Duan Lang's name.

This is the respect of the world for the strong.

"The deity announces that this warrior tournament has come to a successful conclusion! Next, you can trade freely in the market. ”

Bai Xian Ling loudly announced the official end of the competition.

"Ho ho ho! It's finally time to trade! The young man rubbed his hands together, eager to jump into the middle of the field now and find a few peerless martial arts.

Bai Xian ordered the resignation, and all the martial artists on the ladder, as well as the beginner martial artists, jumped down one after another.

Some people trade their martial arts and weapons.

The jousting arena soon became a vegetable market.

"Brother, how do you sell this copy of "Mountain Destroying Fist"?" Lu Shu smiled and asked a martial artist who was setting up a stall.

"Don't sell, just barter."

It was a man in his early thirties who spoke, and he didn't plan to sell his martial arts, but wanted to exchange them for the same martial arts.

"Oh, I see, then I'll ......" Lu Shu discussed it with the man, and it could be seen that he was very interested in this boxing technique.

Behind Lu Shu and Zhang Li, Zhong Yuanxiu was still standing, silently without saying a word.

The fair is not much different from a regular market, except that the things sold and traded are exchanged for the needs of the warriors.

In the venue, the young man saw a variety of martial arts.

For example, there are all kinds of knife skills, marksmanship and swordsmanship, and there are also a few stalls for poisons and hidden weapons in the side door.

Thinking of the hard skills used by Duan Lang, the fledgling young man couldn't help but feel restless.

After saying goodbye to the two, he went to walk around by himself.

""Shen Family Gun", the price is seven hundred taels." The young man was attracted by this marksmanship and walked slowly over.

Out of the rules, the young man turned the first page of marksmanship with one hand, which is the introduction of this martial arts.

It's a pity that after reading half of it, I lost interest in this martial art.

It is far less fierce and domineering than "Snow Silver Marksmanship", and the power it improves is even more limited.

The stall owner, who was looking forward to it, saw that the young man in gray closed his martial arts, and his face immediately showed impatience.

The young man smiled, got up and continued to go to other stalls, looking for the peerless martial arts in his heart.

There are hundreds of stalls, and there are hundreds of martial arts.

After wandering around the field for a long time, Zhong Yuanxiu did not find a martial art similar to Duan Lang.

had no choice but to find Zhang Li and Lu Shu for advice.

"Hahahaha, Brother Zhong laughed, martial arts like Duan Lang are absolutely rare in the world, how can anyone take them out for trading."

Lu Shu couldn't help but laugh when he heard Zhong Yuanxiu's martial arts.

"If you really have an idea, you can make a deal to Duan Lang.

But the probability of success is almost non-existent. ”

Zhang Li said evilly.

For Zhang Li's words, the young man scoffed.

Isn't this just going to eat behind closed doors, and accidentally being hated by others.

Duan Lang punched himself, he couldn't resist like Zheng Xia, and he had to return to the sky on the spot.

Although you can't get hard martial arts, you can't go home empty-handed.

The young man came to a thin young martial artist's booth and picked up a martial art book called "Light Travel Formula" and looked at it.

The increase looks impressive, more than doubling the speed of a warrior.

At the same time, it takes a lot of time to practice.

The introduction indicates that it will take at least three years to achieve a small success, and it will take more than ten years or more to complete the consummation.

The realm of martial artists is all piled up by time, more than ten years seems to be a long time, and it is natural to take martial arts cultivation as a lifelong thing, otherwise there are masters everywhere.

"Brother, these two thousand taels are too expensive, get a discount." After reading the introduction of martial arts, the young man looked at the young man and said.

"If you can't afford the money, please put down your martial arts." The thin young man glanced at the man opposite and said expressionlessly.

"Hey, your thing is indeed too expensive, who can afford your martial arts if you are not a rich kid.

If you hesitate so much, you are destined to return empty-handed today. The young man did not put down his martial arts, but tried to break through the opponent's psychological defense and make him reduce his price.

"I won't sell it for a tael of silver." The young man shook his head and reached out to take back the "Light Travel Formula" in the young man's hand.

"Fifteen hundred taels, I won't buy one more, come to me before the end of the trade fair, and don't wait for it."

The young man's martial arts were taken back, and he was not angry, quoted his price, and went to the next stall.