Rong Zhiwu saw the whip sweeping, looked at the way he came, twisted his waist slightly to one side, and dodged over.

Chang Demao missed a move, his wrist flicked, and the long whip rolled back towards Rong Zhiwu like a poisonous snake.

The two have fought for more than a dozen rounds, Rong Zhiwu only defended and did not attack, allowing Chang Maode to do his best, but he never let Rong Zhiwu move half a step.

Wang Chongquan looked at it for a while, shook his head and sighed: "It seems that this surnamed Rong really has some skills, Chang Maode has been unfavorable for a long time, and he wins less and loses more!"

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, I saw Rong Zhiwu send the long stick in his hand forward, and in an instant, he lit a faint gray spot at Chang Maode's throat. Chang Maode couldn't help but be slightly stunned, Rong Zhiwu had already stopped his hand, and said with a smile: "Accept, accept!"

Chang Maode knew that the gap between the two was very far away, and it would be humiliating to fight again, so he returned the salute to Rong Zhiwu with his fists, put away the nine-section whip in his hand, and without saying a word, he turned around and retreated behind Wang Chongquan.

Most of the onlookers didn't see what was going on, but they just saw that Chang Maode's face was not very good-looking, and guessed in their hearts that he might have failed.

Wang Chongli gritted his teeth, walked to take down a nine-ring steel knife from the weapon rack in his right hand, lifted a bronze shield in his left hand, returned to Rong Zhiwu and stood still, and said, "Let me teach you the tricks of Rong Zhiwu!"

After Wang Chongli finished speaking, he put on a posture, holding a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, ready to go.

Rong Zhiwu looked at his door, and knew that Wang Chongli had some doorways, flicked his right foot lightly, held the long stick in his hand, and tied a lunge horse with both hands one after the other, and the long stick pointed straight to the front of his mouth, and said: "Please!"

"Slow!" only to hear Geng Lian interrupt in a deep voice, then raised his feet and walked to the weapon rack in three or two steps, grabbed a mace with both hands, turned around and stood side by side with Wang Chongli, stretched the mace in his hand forward, and the bright steel cone barbs made people's eyes hairy. said: "Lao Tzu hasn't done it for a long time, and the martial arts have been wasted a lot, and today Wang Erye will ask you for advice together!"

Yan Zhong angrily reprimanded when he heard this: "The surname Geng, do you still want face? The wheel battle is not good, and the two of them have to go together! In front of everyone's eyes, are you ashamed?"

When Wang Chongli heard this, his face was flushed, and before he could speak, he only heard Geng Lian say back: "We just want to test the quality of this surnamed Rong, in order to check for the old and young masters of Fengyang." If you can't even pass this little test, if you encounter robbers in the future, will it be possible that people will also compete with you one-on-one?

Yan Zhong sneered: "That's right! Sure enough, it's the true nature of a bandit!"

Geng Lian was stunned for a moment, and only after a careful review did he remember that his words were inappropriate, and he was accidentally taken advantage of by Yan Zhong. I was angry and hateful in my heart, and said angrily: "Old dog, don't rely on the old man in front of Lao Tzu!

Rong Zhiwu glanced at Yan Zhong and said with a smile: "Uncle Yan, don't worry, it's okay!" After speaking, his eyes moved to Wang Chongli and Geng Lian, and said: "The sword has no eyes, if Rong accidentally injured the two, don't blame them!"

Geng Lian sneered: "Don't be ashamed, if you are full of colors and hit yourself in the mouth, you can't complain about others!"

Rong Zhiwu nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me, if Rong accidentally hangs up the lottery, I only blame myself for not being good at learning!

Geng Lian was already speechless, and he was not polite at the moment, kicked his right leg, and swept his mace viciously towards Rong Zhiwu's chest. Rong Zhiwu deliberately wanted to try Geng Lian's methods, and when he saw him coming, he didn't avoid it, his hands shook, and the long stick hit Geng Lian's mace with a strong wind. only heard a muffled sound of "bang", Geng Lian couldn't hold the pestle, and retreated four or five steps back before he stood firm. Both hands still felt faintly numb. Seeing this, Wang Chongli's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Rong Zhiwu shouted: "Eat me again!" As he spoke, he had already smashed Geng Lian with a stick.

Yan Zhong saw that Rong Zhiwu only made one move, so he asked Geng Lian to take a few steps back, this kind of skill, even if it was Liu Xing back then, he didn't have such a demeanor, and couldn't help but cheer: "Good!"

Geng Lian and Rong Zhiwu fought against each other, and it was known that Rong Zhiwu's arm strength was very strong, even if the mace in his hand was thick, he couldn't resist it. I didn't want to compete with him anymore, and when I saw that he was attacking very well, I hurriedly dodged to the side. Rong Zhiwu walked with him, his right hand to the left, his back hand to the right, both hands pushed and sent, and the long stick in his hand chased Geng Lian and swept over.

Geng Lian didn't expect him to change his moves so quickly, one by one, and without any sluggishness and restraint in the middle of the moves, one move and one style, it was natural. If you want to hang the stick partition, I'm afraid it's too late. If this stick is solid, even if he doesn't die, he will have to lie in bed for half a month at the least, and he will only be terrified. Seeing that Kankan was about to hit Geng Lian, suddenly he heard a loud sound, and the long stick in Rong Zhiwu's hand had already fallen on the shield in Wang Chongli's left hand.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Wang Chongli smiled slightly and said: "Rong Da Dart Head is really good martial arts, no wonder he and Dart Head have the foresight to join forces with me to fight with you." I'm afraid that the two of us will join forces, and we will not be your opponents!"

Rong Zhiwu stepped a little, and the person had already dragged the long stick and stepped back three feet, and said with a smile: "Second Master Wang has won the award, please!"

Wang Chongli nodded, rolled his eyes and glanced at Geng Lian, lifted his breath and condensed, and set up a portal again. After Rong Zhiwu put on a pose, he shouted violently, rolled over, approached Rong Zhiwu, held a shield in his left hand to protect his head and face, and slashed out at Rong Zhiwu's right leg with a knife with his right hand. It is a set of ground knife techniques, this move is very tricky, attacking and defending, short body close to the ground, and most of the body is hidden under the shield. The big sword is swung out, picking on the key points where the defense of others is weak.

Rong Zhiwu has been immersed in the sword technique for decades, so he naturally knows the power of the earth hall knife technique. Seeing that he swung his knife and slashed at his right leg, he hurriedly made a chicken independent, chopped it with both hands, and smashed it fiercely at the shield above Wang Chongli's head with a thousand momentum.

Wang Chongli slashed into the air with a knife, rolled to the side, flipped his wrist, and slashed at Rong Zhiwu's left leg with another move. Rong Zhiwu's right foot hooked and flicked, bypassing the blade, and the latter came first, kicking Wang Chongli's wrist. With a sweep of both hands, he moved the long stick under the shield, and with a flick of his wrist, he immediately picked Wang Chongli up. Wang Chongli jumped up with his strength, and with a few knives in his right hand, he slashed at the long stick in Rong Zhiwu's hand.

Rong Zhiwu said "hey", and then made a move oolong skein, and the long stick struck left and right, hitting Wang Chongli's knife. In the blink of an eye, the two fought each other for four or five rounds, and they were evenly matched with each other.

Geng Lian saw that Wang Chongli and Rong Zhiwu were fighting equally, and he was overjoyed, and he hurriedly joined the battle.

The three of them tumbled and rolled, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged more than a dozen rounds. Wang Chongli will make the sword technique all the way to the ground, and Rong Zhiwu will come and go, and it is difficult to distinguish between you.

Although Geng Lian was holding a mace, he looked rather rough. But he is very flexible in his position, and he can always find a gap when Rong Zhiwu and Li dismantle the move, or when Wang Chongli falls behind, or when Rong Zhiwu has an opportunity to take advantage of it, he interprets the essence of the array perfectly. Rong Zhiwu attacked or defended, although he was one enemy and two, he was still at ease.

After more than 30 moves, Wang Chongli has used a set of Ditang knife techniques from beginning to end. Although Geng Lian was assisted by the side, it was difficult to reverse the decline, and gradually defended more and attacked less, and fell behind.

Rong Zhiwu saw a gap, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and the long stick went straight to his throat like a sharp arrow. Wang Chongli was already a step slower, and it was too late to save him if he wanted to block, so his feet were in a hurry, and he hurriedly pulled back.

Geng Lian saw Rong Zhiwu chasing after Wang Chongli, and the empty door behind him opened. The opportunity could not be lost, his hands were raised, and he raised his mace and smashed it viciously at Rong Zhiwu's back. Seeing that the spikes of the mace were about to smash on Rong Zhiwu's back, Geng Lian couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart.

was complacent, and suddenly saw Rong Zhiwu's right leg slightly bent, his upper body slightly oblique, his hands twitched, and the long stick flew backwards like lightning to meet Geng Lian's mace. Rong Zhiwu had already reversed the direction of the attack in an instant, with his left hand in front and his right hand behind, and with a shock of his arms, he transmitted his strength to the tip of the stick. Immediately, a straight long stick shook out an arc, and hit the mace in Geng Lian's hand with a "snap".

For a moment, Geng Lian only felt that the mace in his hand seemed to be filled with strength, and it swept to the right uncontrollably, flying diagonally, if it wasn't for the tight grip with both hands, he almost fell out of his hands.

Because Geng Lian wanted to sneak attack Rong Zhiwu, the two were very close, only about four feet. Rong Zhiwu came out with one stick, and the second move came. With a slight push of his wrist, the long stick appeared on top of Geng Lian's head, and then he slashed head-on.

Geng Lian's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly raised the mace above his head, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", and the mace in Geng Lian's hand was broken into two by Rong Zhiwu.

At this time, Wang Chongli understood that Rong Zhiwu was attacking the east and the west, and he intended to practice. Rolling his head down, the person had already fitted and bullied Rong Zhiwu's side, swinging his knife and slashing back. Before the knife arrived, I only heard Wang Chongquan shouting: "Be merciful!"

Wang Chongli only felt that there was a hard object in his throat tightly against it, and when he looked at it, he knew that the long stick in Rong Zhiwu's hand had hit his throat at some point, although he knew that the two sides were just competing with each other, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.