Nezha laughed, jumped into the valley, came to the valley in the air, looked around, and saw that there were thousands of people watching the selection on the peaks around the valley, and couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Who is this?

"It seems to have come out of Muzha Shizi's place, is it a friend of Shizi?"

"Oh my God! That's the third son!"

"Damn, why did this uncle come here to play?"

"Who's right with the third son? unlucky guy......"

Whispers sounded in the surrounding valleys, and soon, everyone knew that it was the third son of the handsome Li Jing, the famous uncle of the Shangdu, who was not known for his cultivation, but his temper was not very good, and it was definitely true that he beat dozens of ceremonial officials to escape from the mansion in embarrassment, which was seen by many Shangdu people with their own eyes, and they could not be faked.

Unexpectedly, when they ran out of the commercial capital and came to the barracks to play, many monks who had not yet played began to beat drums in their hearts, but don't face this bastard world!

If you lose the battle, you can't enter the Immortal Dao army, so naturally you have nothing to say, but if you win, it's not a good thing, this is the son of the world! You let him lose face, in the future, will you wear small shoes?

Judging from the rumors, this bastard is not easy to mess with, and there is a high chance of going back to find someone to trouble.

"Four-nine-four-eight, play right away. The military attache presiding over the competition shouted.

A strong man flew into the sky with a reluctant face, and his face was gloomy, as if he had lost a million spiritual money.

But the strong man did not lose his politeness, his heart moved, he took out his battle axe, held the axe in both hands and saluted: "Fang Ming has seen the third son, please advise the prince!"

Nezha glanced at the battle axe in Fang Ming's hand, it was just a top-grade magic weapon, with average quality and few functions, just like the equipment of most Heavenly Immortal Stage cultivators.

Nezha's heart moved, and a long halberd appeared in his hand, and he said loudly: "My Fang Tian painting halberd is a low-grade spirit treasure, and I won't bully you, as long as you can support a stick of incense kung fu, even if you win, how?"

Fang Ming was already in a nervous mood, seeing Nezha take out the halberd, the halberd aura flowed, the rhyme was lingering, anyone could know that this was a spiritual treasure, a big level higher than his magic weapon, and the mood was even more gloomy, but the identity of the family was noble, and the weapon was high-level, so it was impossible not to let people use weapons!

When I was depressed, I heard Nezha speak, and I couldn't help but be refreshed and overjoyed.

A stick of incense time!That is, about two quarters of an hour, does this still need to be insisted on?

Fang Ming said loudly: "Is what the prince said true?" The tone was full of joy, and his face couldn't help but show a smile.

Nezha laughed and said, "There is no joke in front of the army, my weapon took advantage of you, so I will naturally compensate you in time." ”

"If you don't want to, then don't use weapons and fight with your bare hands, how about it?"

Fang Ming felt that he had picked up a big bargain, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, just use weapons, just use weapons!"

Just kidding, what a good thing, how can you give up, be careful with your defenses, a stick of incense time will pass in the blink of an eye, and you can easily get the entrance ticket to enter the immortal army, now, those guys who are gloating about the disaster, it is time to envy themselves.

These three sons, in fact, are also quite good, they don't bully others, they don't take advantage of others, they are a man, and they really deserve to be the handsome son-in-law!

Thousands of people around listened to the conversation between the two, and they all looked at Fang Ming with envy, where is this unlucky bastard, he is clearly the lucky one!

With a stick of incense, you can get the entrance ticket to the Immortal Dao army, I'm afraid it's the first in the whole army!

There were other monks competing in the sky, but everyone's eyes were on the pair of Nezha and Fang Ming, and everyone didn't think much of Nezha's pride.

It is true that the power of the lower grade spirit treasure is much stronger than the magic weapon, but it also depends on who is using it, the strength is poor, even if it is a spirit treasure, it is possible to be defeated by the magic weapon, not to mention, now it is just to support a stick of incense kung fu, and almost no one is optimistic about Nezha.

Nezha heard the whispers around him, but he didn't care, waved his halberd, and shouted, "Be careful!"

Although Fang Ming was ecstatic, after all, he had been promoted to Heavenly Immortal for many years, and his mood quickly calmed down, regardless of his face, he stretched out his left hand and took out a half-human-high round shield, the left shield and the right axe, if he added a set of heavy armor, it was the standard Immortal Dao sergeant equipment, and shouted: "Come on!"

Before the words fell, a simple ecstasy array was placed around him, and the effect was very simple, but it was just to deceive the opponent's eyes and divine sense, so that people would have a little illusion about the actual position of the master in the battle.

Thousands of people around all knew Fang Ming and knew that calmness and simplicity were his characteristics, but this was too calm! As long as he insisted on a stick of incense, it was a hard resistance, and this third son who had just been promoted to the realm of heavenly immortals, could he do anything?

Nezha snorted, his body moved, and after hundreds of miles, the long halberd stabbed straight up, instantly stabbing the upper left of the round shield, as long as the stab missed the round shield, he could cut to Fang Ming's head.

Really!

There were countless sighs all around, and everyone envied Fang Ming's good luck, why didn't they let themselves face this immature third son!

Mu Zha frowned slightly, he was also familiar with these small formation skills in the army, but he didn't think of it just now, to remind the third brother one or two, this time he got started, he was deceived by his eyes and divine sense.

Nezha's halberd stabbed the round shield, it didn't feel right in his hand, and he reacted instantly, his body that rushed forward suddenly stopped in the air, his wrist flicked, and the halberd swung and swept in front of him.

Fang Ming had just deceived Nezha's gaze, he was secretly happy in his heart, and subconsciously his body rushed forward, the round shield protected his side, and the battle axe in his right hand whistled out.

But as soon as he rushed out of the two positions, he felt a shock in his right arm, and a strong force slapped it on the round shield, and instantly slapped the defenseless Fang Ming out, rolling and flying more than a hundred miles away, before he straightened his body in shock, and shook his slightly numb left arm.

"Huh!"

"What a quick response!"

"The strength of these three generations is so strong!"

"Fang Ming is a little confused!"

The crowd watching the battle all around was in good spirits.

The small formation that Fang Ming used just now had obviously deceived the eyes of the third son, but the third son's extremely fast reaction seemed to be a plan, luring Fang Ming out of the all-out defense, and with a horizontal shot, he almost knocked Fang Ming down.

The strength of Nezha, the third son, is not weak!

From Nezha's appearance, in a matter of moments, his information was spread among the thousands of heavenly immortals around the competition venue.

Five hundred years ago, he was promoted to a heavenly immortal, a proper newcomer to the heavenly immortals, the youngest son of the monarch's family, the exercises are naturally high-end goods, the resources are also top-notch, and the strength is definitely not bad, but he is raised by the side of the handsome lady, he has never been on the battlefield, and his combat experience is definitely insufficient.

To say, these veteran oilers usually like to play against this kind of recruit eggs the most.

Whether you are promoted in the army or promoted by cultivation at home, you have strength, but you don't have long-term combat experience, and your strength is generally not brought into play.

Fang Ming used this method to deal with the eggs of the recruits, but it seemed to have hit the iron plate! Fang Ming's trembling left hand could not escape the eyes of these veterans who had fought old battles.

The third prince was indeed deceived when he shot just now, but the third prince reacted too quickly, and as soon as he found out that something was wrong, his body stopped suddenly, and the halberd slapped horizontally, and he was angry.

Obviously, at this moment, the third prince realized that he had been deceived, and he thought of how Fang Ming would take advantage of the situation to attack, what route to take, and immediately reacted, with a horizontal shot, attacking and defending in succession, disintegrating Fang Ming's attack.

Very strong! Very strong!

Thousands of heavenly immortals and true immortals, looking at Nezha, have lost the playfulness of looking at the children of the gentleman before, and have a taste called respect.

Compared with other places in the national capital, the army is still relatively simple after all, as long as you are strong, you can get the respect of others.

Fang Ming saw that Nezha did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and quickly used his mana, recovering the soreness of his left arm, lifting all his mind, and starting to defend again.

was a little careless, Fang Ming secretly blamed himself in his heart.

But after defending a stick of incense, Fang Ming is still very confident.