After comprehending the sword intent, Song Zhong began to continue to polish himself.

The fat man looked at Song Zhong's serious appearance and couldn't help but think about the meaning of his life.

What is left of him but to live?

The fat man was puzzled.

Two people, one cultivates, and the other thinks about life.

They have something to do every day, and their days are incredibly fulfilling.

Suddenly, one day, Song Zhong was shocked to find that the fat man's martial arts could become stronger by eating.

That's right, as long as the fat man starts to eat and drink, his own strength will increase significantly.

On the contrary, if the fat man is hungry for a day, he may not even be able to beat an ordinary second-rate martial artist.

The fat man was helpless.

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Daping Mountain Wuji Holy Sect, into the inner courtyard of the funeral hall.

In the inner courtyard, the swordsman swung his sword, and the blood-red sword shone brightly.

The fat man began to exercise "bably".

The fat man is practicing horizontal kung fu, and horizontal kung fu is to improve physical fitness, and constantly break through the limits of the body.

It's the eighth day of September.

The scorching sun scorches the heart, with heaven and earth as a melting pot, constantly releasing enthusiasm and polishing the minds of all beings.

The scorching sun in September makes people feel unbearably hot.

The swordsman's body was already covered with sweat.

The hand holding the sword was also wet with sweat.

But his sword was still waving.

His right hand had recovered, and it was time to readjust to his swordsmanship.

He has been exercising his left hand in the days when his right hand was injured.

Now his left-handed sword is no weaker than his previous right-handed sword.

"Fatty, look at the sword!"

The swordsman shouted, his face full of passionate emotions.

The fat man blinked, trying to widen his eyes, but his eyes were the size of mung beans, his face was big and his eyes were small, and the whole person looked very funny.

The fat man stood up and put his hands in a pose.

"Come on! Hit me head-on. ”

The fat man is bold.

The swordsman was slightly stunned, after eating chicken thighs for a few months, they swelled like this, if they eat it for a few more months, they will not be able to go against the sky?

It seems that we need to educate fat people!

Swordsmanship, "Born to Die!"

Draw the sword!

The sword of a swordsman, if it is not out of the sheath, it will hurt people!

The blood-colored sword was swift and fierce, stabbing towards the fat man's chest.

The fat man raised his eyebrows, in the past two months, they have fed each other, and after two months of tempering, each other's martial arts have become extraordinary.

It can be said that Song Zhong is really invincible in the second-rate realm.

Even if the current Song Zhong faces the Lord Baihu who is in charge of the mirror division again, he has the confidence to fight.

And the fat man's martial arts have reached the level of being able to kill a master like the big boss of Heifeng Village.

The fat man was very moved, his realm improved so quickly, thanks to Song Zhong.

But the fat man was very sad.

Every day, Song Zhong would pull him to feed each other.

It was only to this day that he felt a trace of happiness and a trace of relief.

After today, it is the ninth day of the ninth month, and the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth month is the day of the Holy Sect.

He's finally going to be liberated!

As a result, his spirit today is better than usual.

In the face of Song Zhong's sword-drawing style, he was not afraid, and his body quickly turned sideways.

The blood-colored sword pierced the air, Song Zhong's waist twisted, and the sword in his hand pulled a sword flower, and immediately used the "Qin Family Sword".

The Qin family's sword was slashed fiercely.

The fat man looked serious, and a pair of fat palms stretched out, one palm on top and the other palm on the bottom, and then clapped his hands fiercely.

"Smack!"

The palms slapped together, and they slapped the blood-red sword impartially.

The blood-red sword was clamped in the palm of his hand, and the fat man gritted his teeth and suddenly exerted force.

The fat man has eaten enough in these two months, and his strength is strong enough.

Song Zhong's expression was solemn, and this sword couldn't be pulled out.

Song Zhong had been mentally prepared, but he was still shocked.

I don't know how much strength the fat man has now.

It's an exaggeration.

I'm afraid it's more powerful than many first-class masters!

The fat man's talent for cultivation is very, very high.

The fat man can have such strength just by practicing with fate, which is really envious of Song Zhong.

Song finally thought for a moment, since he couldn't pull out the sword, he wouldn't pull it out.

A sword finger can also be a sword.

Song finally abandoned the sword, pinched his right hand into the shape of a sword finger, and pointed out with one finger.

"Bayonet Style!"

The second style of life to die, the sword style!

Thorn! stab!

No fancy moves!

The sharp blade of the sword stabs forward!

You won't stop until you stab the enemy!

"Poof. ”

The fat man was stabbed in the chest by the sword finger, and he didn't expect that Song Zhong would abandon the blood-colored sword and use the sword finger instead.

The fat man's face changed, he sighed, and said, "I lost again, this is the ninety-ninth time I have lost to you." ”

Song Zhong laughed and said, "Look at it, you will lose even worse in the future." ”

The fat man's face was full of black lines.

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In the bamboo forest, a woman dressed in white is practicing swords.

She is proud of her figure and has an air of elegance in her demeanor.

Her shiny black hair danced with the movements of sword practice.

She is so beautiful that people are greedy enough to take a few more looks.

She is the saintess of the Wuji Holy Sect, Mo Xiaoxuan.

Tomorrow is the ninth day of the ninth month of September, and she naturally has to have a big competition.

Not only to participate in the big competition, but also to win the championship.

The sword in her hand swung very quickly.

A sword is faster than a sword.

A sword is stronger than a sword.

"Woohoo!"

The bamboo leaves falling from the sky were shattered.

It was cut by the sword in Mo Xiaoxuan's hand.

Mo Xiaoxuan's sword has the delicacy, delicacy and precision of a girl.

Every sword is just right.

Mo Xiaoxuan stretched out his hand, and the broken bamboo leaves fell into the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaoxuan clenched her fists tightly.

"The leader of the Holy Sect Dabi, I have made it, and Song Zhong can't stop me!"

The fighting spirit in Mo Xiaoxuan's eyes was surging.

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Inside the Blue Dragon Hall.

Qinglong Hall, Council Hall.

A middle-aged man with a face full of scars and hideous scars sat in the hall.

In the hall, a young warrior stood in the middle, staring at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and said, "Shan Gongzi, how many times do you want me to say it, the rules of the competition are formulated by the Holy Sect, not by me, and I have no way to help you." ”

Shan Yuancheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't believe it, there must be loopholes to exploit! I want to kill Song Zhong in the competition!"

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The disciples of the Holy Sect are all practicing martial arts diligently.

They all want to do well in the big competition.

In this way, he emerged in front of many high-level leaders of the Holy Sect.

Song Zhong, Wang Cheng, Mo Xiaoxuan, Fang Ning, Shan Yuancheng, etc., none of these people slacked off, and practiced diligently every day.

Not only that, but there are many more young masters in the Holy Sect, who are usually low-key and humble, but when it comes to such a critical moment, they will burst into amazing moves.

Maybe there will be a first-class master who is less than twenty-five years old.

As long as you are under the age of twenty-five, you can participate in the big competition!

Everything is tomorrow!