Zhang Zhezhi's three tiger kills and Jun Mogao's three flying swords fought together, and at the same time, seeing Jun Mogao's natal magic weapon coming from the electricity, he hurriedly sacrificed three tiger kills, one to meet Jun Mogao's natal magic weapon, and the other two went straight to Jun Mogao.

The tiger kill that collided with Jun Mogao's natal flying sword was knocked out in just one moment, and at the same time, the brilliance on the sword body dimmed, obviously the sword body was damaged.

"Damn, the natal magic weapon is so powerful. "Zhang Philosophy has also fought with many foundation building monks over the years, but the first one to use the natal magic weapon is only Jun Mogao. It may be that the natal magic weapon has very high requirements for materials, and at the same time, it also consumes the true yuan and divine consciousness extremely much when cultivating, so there are very few people who cultivate the natal magic weapon, but the lethality of the natal magic weapon is beyond doubt.

At this time, people outside the venue also saw Jun Mogao's intention, which was to take the opportunity to kill someone. Those who bought Zhang Philosophy were already shouting frantically, so that Zhang Philosophy hurriedly stretched out his head and died.

At this time, Jun Modao was already going crazy, he didn't expect that Jun Mogao's hatred for Zhang Zhizhi was so great that he wanted to get rid of it quickly, but now the two of them have been locked up in the martial arts training ground. The barriers in the martial arts training ground will not be let go if you don't win or lose, and people outside can't enter, so you can only wait for the inside to see you inside.

"Jun Mogao, if you dare to kill my third brother, I will kill you. Jun Modao felt more guilty about Zhang Zhizhi, if he hadn't called him to Junjiabao by himself, or if he hadn't encouraged him to participate in the competition, he would not be in danger of life and death, so Jun Mogao's hatred would be soaring, but no matter how he shouted, the two people inside couldn't hear it.

Seeing that Jun Modao's natal magic weapon was powerful, Zhang Zhezhi sacrificed two more flying swords, and at the same time secretly sacrificed the hidden killing. So far, he didn't have the idea of killing Jun Mogao, he just wanted to let himself not win so easily.

Five tiger kills to deal with Jun Mogao, and the purple qi mad demon sword technique is cast, so that Jun Mogao can only withdraw his natal magic weapon and resist Zhang Zhezhi's tiger killing with all his might. But Zhang Philosophy knew the power of his natal flying sword, so the tiger kill did not collide with his natal flying sword at all, but just quickly circled around Jun Mogao, making him tired, and he couldn't take the opportunity to drive the natal magic weapon to kill and injure Zhang Zhe, and he didn't even have a chance to take out the shield.

Jun Mogao's other three flying swords were entangled by Zhang Philosophy's three tiger kills, and he had no chance to return to help, so he could only fight with Zhang Philosophy to consume. Both of them are fast and fast, and more than a dozen flying swords pull more than a dozen rays of light to fly and hover in mid-air, like blooming flowers, extremely bright. In a flash, half an hour passed, and the two of them were indistinguishable.

At this time, the people outside the court are not so calm, a beginner level of foundation building can fight with the middle level of foundation building for so long, it is already commendable, maybe the kid inside really has a chance to turn the tables, but now that he has bet on his hand, he can't add bets.

Jun Modao was not as anxious as before, he had already seen that Zhang Zhezhi was doing it on purpose, and there should be no danger of falling, but now he was nervous about his spar, and kept thinking in his heart: "Third brother, fight for breath, you must win, brother's 100,000 spar." ”

"Boy, if you consume with Lao Tzu, that is to find death, and Lao Tzu will consume you. Jun Mogao said fiercely.

Zhang Zhizhi's True Yuan is so strong that even if it is an ordinary foundation building intermediate level, he is not worried about consuming True Yuan at all, but he still pretends to be anxious, gritted his teeth and said: "The young master would rather die than stab a few swords on you, I have to give you three swords and six holes, and then beat your mother so that she doesn't know you." ”

Jun Mogao sneered: "Just by you, even the beginner level of foundation building dares to play with me, I want to see how you give me three knives and six holes, if you can't do it, you are a grandson." ”

Zhang Philosopher said viciously: "If the master does it, you are a grandson, haha." ”

The sword flashed, and the tiger roared out of the body.

As soon as the tiger roar, which had not been used for a long time, came out of its sheath, it led to a buzzing sword roar, which seemed to be complaining that Zhang Zhi had not used it for a long time, and it seemed to be extremely excited.

Zhang Zhezhi held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the true yuan in his body suddenly urged, and his body flew towards Jun Mogao, so fast that he pulled out a string of afterimages behind him, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Grandson, the master is here." ”

Jun Mogao didn't expect Zhang Philosophy to actually play hand-to-hand combat, which is a fucking thing that a reckless man in the countryside does. Although he was disdainful and angry in his heart, he had already exhausted his flying sword at this time, and there was no other magic weapon to drive except for a set of shields that could be sacrificed to resist Zhang Zhizhi's big sword. But he didn't even have time to sacrifice his shield now, because Zhang Zhezhi's several tiger kills were too compact.

Facing Zhang Philosopher's flying swoop, Jun Mogao could only retreat, and in the process of retreating, he didn't dare to relax a little, otherwise he didn't know which of Zhang Philosopher's flying swords would pierce him. It's just that he didn't retreat as fast as Zhang Zhezhi, just three breaths in time, Zhang Zhezhi had already rushed to three feet in front of him, which was just the distance where the big sword and tiger roared.

Jun Mo was in a hurry, he couldn't care about Zhang Philosophy's other flying swords, so he directly transferred the Natal Flying Sword back and stabbed towards Zhang Philosophy's back, and at the same time, he was still very wise to take away the sword on the Natal Flying Sword, otherwise the Natal Flying Sword would be pierced by Zhang Philosophy along with him, and his control of the Natal Flying Sword was not so accurate.

Zhang Zhe felt that there was a flying sword shooting behind him, and originally wanted to dodge, but the speed of the flying sword was too fast, and he couldn't let him think too much, so he subconsciously swung the tiger roar backwards, only to hear the sound of the tiger, the tiger roar collided with Jun Mogao's natal flying sword, he only felt that his hands were numb, and the tiger roar in his hand flew away, and he didn't know where it hit, and Jun Mogao's natal flying sword was also knocked away.

"Dare to hurt the master's tiger roar? The master will kill you for a dog's day. Zhang Zhe fought the danger of being injured in the meridians, and suddenly agitated Zhenyuan, although the meridians were in sharp pain, but the speed increased again, and it suddenly stuck to a foot in front of Jun Mogao, and then in Jun Mogao's shock, a punch smashed into his face, directly causing his face to collapse, and one eyeball was almost knocked out.

As soon as he succeeded, Zhang Zhezhi was merciless, punching and kicking, and made more than a dozen moves in an instant, beating Jun Mogao like a flying broken sack, until there was no sound, he stopped and let him fall to the ground with an ordinary thud.

At this time, Zhang Zhezhi was damaged by the meridians, and at the same time, he also injured his internal organs, and spit out a mouthful of black blood. He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his mouth, stretched out his hand and made a move, Tiger Roar was re-recruited, and when he took it in his hand, there were already more than a dozen cracks on Tiger Roar's sword, and it looked like it would be broken into more than a dozen pieces as long as he touched it slightly, which made him feel a pain in his heart. The flying sword that has followed him for so many years, although he has retired, he has always wanted to take it with him to let him retire, who knows that it will be destroyed in the hands of Jun Mogao.

He held the tiger roar, walked to the unconscious Jun Mogao, and without saying a word, recalled the three tiger kills and stabbed Jun Mogao's thigh, saying that the three knives and six holes are good, one knife can not be less, of course one knife will not be more. After the three tiger killers pierced Jun Mogao's legs, they reversed direction and stopped one foot in front of Jun Mogao.

The sharp pain in his legs made Jun Mo wake up, barely open his eyes, and whispered: "I admit defeat." As soon as his words fell, the entire martial arts training ground suddenly moved, as if two big hands tore apart the space where the two were located, so that the two of them were separated by hundreds of zhang in an instant.

Jun Modao once told Zhang Philosophy that under this martial arts training ground is a huge magic circle, as long as I hear the word I admit defeat, it will naturally start, separating the two people who are fighting, and avoiding the person who admits defeat from being hurt again, so Zhang Philosophy is not surprised by this situation.

At this time, the barriers on the martial arts training ground have disappeared, and the people outside the field are looking at Zhang Philosophy in shock, and suddenly they are excited one by one, the majority of people who scold and scold, and the people who shout loudly account for a very small minority, these people are people who specialize in betting on the unpopular, this time they bet right, Zhang Philosophy won, although it was also a miserable victory, but winning is winning.

Jun Modao was overjoyed, and flew out of the private room with excitement and flew straight towards Zhang Philosophy.

Zhang Zhezhi looked at the tiger roar again, carefully inserted it back into the scabbard, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and then looked around the fourth middle school, mentioned Zhenyuan, and yelled at the messy stands, and when the people on the stage calmed down and looked at him, he shouted loudly: "Listen, master, I am injured now, but ten days later, the master will continue to accept the challenge, and if you want to challenge the master, see you in the martial arts field after ten days." If you are not convinced, the master will beat you until you are convinced, and you will come if there is a kind. After shouting, he turned to Jun Modao and smiled at Jun Modao, who flew in, "Big brother, how is it?

Jun Modao laughed, gave a thumbs up, and said, "It's too imposing." Big brother looks cooler than doing it himself. How's it going? Are you okay with your injuries?"

Zhang Philosopher smiled: "It's okay, it's just that the muscles and organs are a little injured, and it will be fine to recuperate for seven or eight days." Big brother, when are you going to collect the spars? Little brother, I have pressed a million spars. ”

Jun Modao's face changed, and he said cautiously: "Third brother, I was afraid that you would lose too badly, so I didn't help you bet on it, you won't blame the eldest brother, right?"

Zhang Zhezhi's head was dizzy, he almost fainted, jumped up with a snort, and threw himself towards Jun Modao: "Big brother, do you want to hack me? Let me beat you half to death first." ”

Jun Modao turned around and ran, laughing and said, "Look at your stinginess, how can the eldest brother not help you bet?" ”

Zhang Zhezhi was even more annoyed, and chased after Jun Modao, shouting: "You actually lied to me and paid me tens of millions of spars." ”

Jun Mogao was carried down by his people, this situation is commonplace for everyone, no one thinks there is anything wrong, and everyone can see it, Zhang Philosophy has not moved the murderous intent from beginning to end, and Jun Mogao's actions, everyone knows in their hearts, everyone's impression of Zhang Philosophy is still good, but Zhang Philosophy's last roar made many people in Junjiabao not angry, and wanted to be arrogant in Junjiabao? You are still far away, so there are already many people who plan to give Zhang Philosophy a lesson that they will never forget after ten days.

That night, the spar won by Zhang Zhe was sent over, eight million, one is not too much and one is not much, and Junjiabao really deducted two percent. Thinking of the two percent that disappeared out of thin air, Zhang Zhezhi was a pain in his flesh, Yuan Jizong's annual income was only a few hundred thousand, and he was taken away from two million spars, Junjiabao was too dark. So he made up his mind in his heart, once he returned to Xiaolan City, he would encourage Wen Huan to build a martial arts training ground in Xiaolan City, and how could he take back the lost spars.

Jun Modao won one million spars and got back 800,000, which made his finances a lot easier. Almost no one wants to compete with a guy like him who defeats an invincible opponent of his peers, and his gambling luck is extremely poor, losing nine out of ten bets, so he doesn't even have the ability to make extra money. At this time, with Zhang Zhizhi here, how could he not take the opportunity to make a lot of money?

Zhang Zhezhi went to recuperate from his injuries, and those war books who wanted to make an appointment with him were handed over to Jun Modao. At this time, Jun Modao picked up the night battle, took out those who were about to fight one by one to analyze, and if it was not clear, he sent the other four bad people of Junjiabao out to investigate. If the gap is greater than Zhang Philosophy, put it aside first, only find some that are not much different from Zhang Philosophy, and then analyze them one by one, so as to ensure that Zhang Philosophy can win the competition with a slight advantage in the next competition, so that the people behind him will have more confidence to challenge.

Jun Modao has already made up his mind, and after deducting the capital next time, he will press up the 600,000 yuan he won, so that he can make a good profit.

At the same time, Jun Modao was also surprised by Zhang Philosopher's combat power, he could see that as long as Zhang Philosopher's twelve flying swords were used at the same time, Jun Mogao would definitely not be able to take ten breaths under his sword, and if he fought with his life, Jun Mogao would hold on to three or four breaths under him at most. Twelve flying swords, Jun Modao knew that he couldn't control so many at the same time with his divine sense, and he could control half of them at most, but even so, he was invincible among his peers in Junjiabao, so it can be seen that if he really fought to the death, he might not be the opponent of this third brother.

At this time, Zhang Zhizhi, who was in the deep meditation room, was facing a problem, that is, after his meridians were damaged this time, although they were repaired, the meridians had expanded a little, and the true yuan in the dantian had been eager to rush into the meridians, if that was the case, he would passively enter the middle level of foundation building. But these were not the results he wanted.

Zhang Zhezhi was not in a hurry to enter the middle level of foundation building, he wanted to wait for the true yuan to be deeper, until the dantian could not bear the breakthrough time, so that the volume of the dantian would also increase, not like now. Although his current True Yuan is not less than that of an ordinary foundation building mid-level cultivator, or even more, if he can forcibly suppress it, once he breaks through to the foundation building middle level, then his strength should be stronger than the foundation building high-level. Therefore, after he healed his wounds, he used secret methods to forcibly suppress the signs of breakthrough.

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