The fat man landed lightly and looked at the gray-clothed masked man who He Yunluo called his master, and the gray-clothed man slowly walked into the arena under a veil, leaving deep footprints on the hard granite ground of the martial arts arena with every step. The fat man's qi swelled, and he looked like he was facing a great enemy. In the stands, Tang Jiusheng and the others were shocked by the gray-clothed man's internal strength, but they expressed puzzlement when he was masked, except for Princess Qingchuan and He Yunluo, of course.

The gray-clothed masked man slowly walked to the sword that was inserted into the granite ground when the fat man showed off his skills just now, bent down, and grabbed the hilt of the sword left on the ground with the index finger of his right middle finger, and with a slight lift, the sword jumped out of the ground, jumped into the air four or five zhang high, and then fell rapidly, and the gray-clothed man grabbed the hilt in his hand lightly.

The man in gray carried his sword, walked to the distance of five steps in front of the fat man, and stood still. On the stands, everyone couldn't help but applaud, this hand of dry land onion is indeed beautiful! The man in gray walked up to the fat man, smiled softly through the veil, and said, "This fat brother, please show your weapon and teach you!" Listening to the voice, it should be a middle-aged man.

The fat man narrowed his eyes and felt the flow of qi on the other party's body, which should be roughly the same as himself, that is, the peak of the second grade, and he has not yet entered the first grade. The fat man put his mind at ease and looked at Zhu Congwu, who was standing under the stands with a sledgehammer. Zhu Congwu comprehended, trotted all the way into the martial arts arena with the hammer, came to the fat man, and handed the fat man two sledgehammers. Zhu Cong's strength is really not small, and ordinary people really can't carry this pair of 300-pound sledgehammers.

The fat man took his sledgehammer from Zhu Congwu's hand, and said with a hippie smile: "Hard work, brother!" Zhu Congwu smiled, didn't speak, turned around and ran to the martial arts field again, and went to the outside to watch the excitement. The fat man carried the hammer, faced the gray-clothed masked man, bent down and bowed, and said with a sincere face: "Senior, under Jiang Zhenyu, can I ask your name before I start?"

The man in gray was obviously stunned for a moment, and then laughed softly: "My name? Alas, I haven't used it for many years, and I've almost forgotten it." Judging by the way you threw your sword into the ground just now, you shouldn't be the apprentice of that old fellow, right? Your master is only a third-grade martial artist, and it is really rare that he can teach such a proud disciple of yours! You ask my name? Okay, as long as you win me, I will tell you what my name is!"

The fat man smiled bitterly, and only said his name after winning the battle, so it was not so funny! The fat man simply stopped talking, and opened the hammer, and the silver gas machine on the hammer was overflowing, and the tiger and tiger made by the hammer method all the way to the mountain were all invisible qi walls within a radius of three zhang. The sword light in the gray-clothed man's hand shimmered, and he cut a few gaps in the qi wall. But the gap was quickly made up by the fat man's hammer, and the fat man with the hammer did not take the initiative to attack, but chose to protect himself, what kind of play is this?

Tang Jiusheng in the stands was a little surprised when he saw this scene, the fat man admitted it at the beginning? He didn't take the initiative to attack, but piled up an invisible qi wall in front of him to defend, the question was that the opponent used the sword, what is the weight of the sword, and what is the weight of the hammer? If the other party is willing, in the end, the exhaustion of the qi machine will also use the hammer to die first. However, Tang Jiusheng is not in a hurry, and the fat man is not a fool, how can an apprentice who does not suffer losses suffer so easily?

On the stands, everyone's expressions were different, and He Yunluo, who had always been above the top, rarely showed a solemn expression, which came from

He is a frog at the bottom of the well, and this fat man's skills are obviously much higher than his own, and even the master can't win quickly against the fat man.

After a cup of tea, the man in gray was obviously a little anxious, no matter how he attacked with a sword, the fat man was steady and steady, with an indifferent expression, making it clear that the fat man was going to consume it with you.

In the face of such a young descendant, the man in gray, as a person of the same generation as Bu Fengming, who did not suffer from the nickname, did not even take advantage of more than 20 swords, where to put this old face?

The gray-clothed man was angry from his heart, shouted, jumped up, jumped in the air, a sword like a long rainbow through the sun when the head stabbed, followed the sword, the sword in his hand directly took the head of the fat man, the cyan sword qi on the sword rose and soared, without any reservations, faintly formed a cyan streamer in the air, an ordinary sword was actually used out of the power of the heavy sword, the person and the sword are integrated, obviously want to break the enemy with a sword.

The fat man raised his head and looked at the gray-clothed man who swooped down in the air, and he didn't panic, he swung out the hammer in his right hand decisively, and hit the tip of the sword with the hammer head, the fat man smiled coldly, and said softly: "The fat man still doesn't believe that the sword in your hand can pierce this hammer!" The sword in the hand of the gray-clothed man stabbed on the hammer, and instantly bent into a big semicircle, and the person followed the sword, and bounced out in the opposite direction, and the harsh sound of metal collision almost tore the eardrum.

It turned out that this sword was just a clever trick, and this sonic attack was the killing that caused substantial damage to the opponent. Tang Jiusheng quietly put his hand on the shoulder of the little girl Zu Qingqiu, and carried the sonic attack for her, and the maid Lianxiang, who was standing next to Princess Qingchuan, put her hand against Princess Qingchuan's heart, offsetting most of this attack. Rao is like this, Princess Qingchuan was also shocked and her face turned pale, and it was so uncomfortable to be far away from more than ten zhang, not to mention the people who were fighting in the field.

The little girl Zu Qingqiu didn't understand the power of this move, her eyes flashed, and she asked softly: "Master, this person's sword is so powerful! If it is stabbed on the ground, will it stab a big hole?" Tang Jiusheng smiled, just stroked her hair with his hand, and slowly shook his head. If the sword falls on the ground, it will not make a big hole, but a big hole.

The fat man was shocked back to a dozen steps away, and his shoes dragged out two three-inch-deep ditches on the granite ground, the fat man shook his head, trying to calm the surging qi and blood in his body, and spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and the invisible qi wall disappeared into invisibility. It was with this sword that the man in gray used the sonic attack generated by this sword to break through the invisible qi wall of the fat man's turtle shell defense.

The gray-clothed man didn't stop with a sword, swam away, his body moved flexibly left and right, and a sword flew up and down around the fat man, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword light was swirling, covering the fat man in the sword light. Everyone in the stands was suddenly dazzled, and they saw that there was no one in the cyan sword curtain in the field. The swordsman's sword technique is a fast sword, and most of the time the sword is light and agile, but occasionally he deliberately increases the force on several sword moves, which is a typical way of playing with nine light and one heavy on the void and the real world.

The fat man was caught off guard by the sonic attack just now, and for a while, the qi of the whole body was scattered and could not be quickly condensed, but the fat man was not panicked, and built a defense line composed of hammer shadows with the double hammer in his hand, struggling to defend all the vital points in his body, the fat man hammered carefully, and the gray-clothed man still couldn't attack five feet in front of the fat man with a fast sword. fatso

Fighting and retreating, slowly recovering the qi in order to fight for a long time.

The gray-clothed people were anxious in their hearts, they had already used the hidden killer sonic attack, but they still didn't take down the little fat man in front of them, and then the sharp fast sword was also resisted by him, which was really unexpected.

It was already dusk, and in the twilight, the gray-clothed man jumped up in mid-air again, and the sword in his hand was slashed down, and a cold blue light flashed in the air, reflecting the red glow of the sky, which made people's hearts faintly chill in this hot summer.

When this sword was slashed, the fat man's qi was finally restored, and he swung the sledgehammer in his hand without hesitation, and after a loud bang, the sword in the hand of the gray-clothed man was shattered, and even the masked veil was destroyed by the colliding qi. The helpless gray-clothed man was holding a half-truncated sword in his hand, and his face was pale. Under the setting sun, everyone saw the face of a middle-aged man, half of his face looked very sven, and the other half of his face had a deep scar.

Everyone finally understood the reason why the gray man was covered with black veil. The fat man was obviously also surprised, facing the middle-aged man who was standing in a daze opposite him, the fat man only said for a while, "Senior, I'm sorry!"

The middle-aged man sighed, threw the half-cut sword on the ground, and turned to leave, his back lonely. He Yunluo jumped down from the stands, closely chasing the disfigured middle-aged man, the mystery in his heart was finally solved, no wonder the master had been masked for so many years, it turned out that he didn't want the scars on his face to be seen. He Yunluo shouted loudly behind the middle-aged man, "Master!

The middle-aged man stopped, but never looked back, probably facing everyone with a face that did not want to be hurt. He Yunluo ran to the middle-aged man, knelt on his knees, kowtowed, and said emotionally: "Master, for ten years, the disciple has not known why your old man has always covered his face, and today I know the reason! The disciple swears that from today onwards, he will practice martial arts hard, and one day, he will definitely avenge your old man!"

The middle-aged man sighed again, stretched out his hands to pick He Yunluo up, and said with a pleasant face: "Yunluo, get up, it's rare for you to be filial, Master thank you! Back then, your father invited me to teach you martial arts in the house, and now you have achieved a small success, Master is very pleased, Master has taught you all the skills of a body, there is nothing more to teach you, today Master is going to leave." You practice martial arts well, don't let Master down!"

The fat man had already handed over the hammer to Zhu Congwu, and when he heard the middle-aged man say that he was going to leave the princess's mansion, he also ran over. He asked angrily: "I said senior, do you have no faith in your words as a senior? Just now you said that as long as I win, you will tell me your name, what's the matter, if you lose, you want to run? Even if you leave, you must leave your name and then leave! Besides, you are not really losing, but the sword is not a treasure weapon, it was just broken by the qi machine!"

The middle-aged man turned to look at the fat man, his face sinking like water, "Jiang Zhenyu, I was friends with your master Bu Fengming back then, how can you talk to your elders so speechlessly?"

The fat man's eyes rolled, and he smiled: "I said this senior, you can't blame me for this! There is a way that those who don't know are not guilty! If you don't tell me your name, how do I know that you are my master's friend, right?"

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