Another stick of incense has passed, and the scene of chasing and fleeing (qíng) is still being staged on the competition platform.

The people in the audience chatted and chatted, and then led the topic to Zhang Sa (shēn) who was "embarrassed and fled" on the stage.

"Zhang Sa is like this?"

"Eh, is this really Zhang Sa?"

"Worthy of his prestige!"

"I thought Zhang Sa was so violent, but now I look like a soft-footed shrimp!"

"Hehe, what a wasted person!"

"Even Murong Feng dares to make a few moves with Fang Liang, this Zhang Sa, ha!"

These people have never shied away from it, so these words also fell into the ears of the people in Luo Cangjunfu, which unexpectedly caused them to be unhappy.

Especially Murong Feng and the black-shirted boy, one of these two faces turned black and the other turned red, even though the colors were different, but the reason why the two of them became like this was the same, that is, they were angry after hearing these discussions.

If it weren't for the estimation (shēn) image of Murong Feng who wanted to find out the person who mentioned him for no reason and fought with him for 300 rounds, why did I provoke you?

The black-shirted young man was indignant for Zhang Sa, "When my sister comes back, I will ask her to rectify this Luotian Academy, these people are too disagreeable!"

The black-shirted young man forgot about the Fang Liang who was hiding around on the platform, and said viciously in his heart: "This little (pì) child is the first!"

The following discussion did not reach Zhang Sa's ears, even if it reached Zhang Sa, he would not be moved, he was used to treating every battle as a life-and-death fight, and the slightest carelessness in the fight would kill him, who would care about other people's opinions, survival is the most important thing.

Fang Liang had long lost his initial interest, and now he was full of boredom, in the eyes of outsiders, it was he who chased Zhang Sa around, but both of them knew that it was actually Fang Liang who had been passive from beginning to end.

Fang Liang even had a feeling that he seemed to be a fierce beast chasing after its prey brainlessly, but this prey was an experienced hunter, who played him around, and when the beast was tired, the hunter would hunt the beast down.

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Liang suddenly stopped (shēn) form, and no longer chased after him, but simply breathed in place.

However, what made Fang Liang feel embarrassed was that although he could restore his physical strength through pranayama, he could not restore his true qi, and the exercises he practiced were different and required to practice the gun instead of meditating with others to run the exercises, and it was obviously impossible for him to practice the gun in the middle of the battle, and Zhang Sa would not let go of such a great opportunity.

Fang Liang was annoyed for a moment and then relieved, in fact, in this situation, the cultivation exercises are not special, as long as you meditate, it can be run, and it is useless, in the face of such a great enemy, a loss of consciousness can already be fatal, not to mention that you have to concentrate and enter the cultivation state calmly.

Zhang Sa stared at Fang Liang who was deep in thought, slightly clenched the iron gun in his hand, hesitating whether to step forward to attack, he had some concerns, if this was a flaw deliberately given by Fang Liang, it would not be good.

Fang Liang suddenly woke up after thinking about it for a while, and said that a loss of consciousness would be fatal, why was he still thinking about this.

Fang Liang hurriedly cheered up and concentrated on the enemy.

Zhang Sa pursed his lips, knowing that he had let go of a great opportunity, but he didn't have time to think about anything, he wouldn't make Fang Liang's fatal mistake of being distracted in battle.

And Fang Liang's side breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Sa and not attacking, and then tightened his heartstrings.

"Huh?"

In the blink of a moment, Fang Liang discovered something interesting (qíng), and he tried again, letting go of his mind again and quickly retracting.

Finding things (qíng) was as he expected, Zhang Sa's reaction on the other side seemed to be completely opposite to him, and when he was relieved, the iron spear in Zhang Sa's hand was slightly raised, and he looked like he was about to attack, and Zhang Sa relaxed a little when he gathered his mind.

"Maybe we can find a breakthrough in this. ”

Fang Liang had a plan in his heart, but he was silent on his face.

Fang Liang let go of his heart again and exhaled deeply.

At this moment, Zhang sassed, moved like thunder, and the tip of the spear with a flickering cold light was wrapped around the rich blood color in the blink of an eye, and came to the square beam (xiōng).

The speed of his movements and the speed of his guns made everyone in the audience unable to react, and he sneered at Zhang Sa (rè), saying that he was just a vain person.

A hint of joy flashed in Qing Daoming's eyes.

The corners of Baishuang's mouth were slightly raised, and he also revealed joy.

He also moved when the tip of the spear was pointed on the placket of the square beam (xiōng), which was not much slower than Zhang Sa's.

"Whoa!"

With the sound of the fabric tearing, blood gushed out, but Zhang Sa's expression changed.

I saw that Fang Liang, who was taking a step sideways, swept out with a shot and slapped on Zhang Sa's waist, and the rich cold qi went straight into Zhang Sa's body, and many of them poured into his dantian qi sea.

Then Zhang Sa was swept out, leaving a large bead of blood with cold air in the air.

Fang Liang took advantage of the situation and tried his best to use the Wandering Dragon (shēn) method just to not be thrown off by Zhang Sa again, but he was fed up with being walked like a fierce beast.

A few steps to catch up with Zhang Sa, who was still stuck in the air, and shot out.

Zhang Sa endured the feeling of colic in his abdomen, and the head of the gun slapped sideways a little distance, and he was able to dodge this shot.

Fang Liang's footsteps did not stop.

Before Zhang could stand up when he landed, he saw a large spear head in front of his eyes, less than an inch from his eye.

"Bang bang. ”

There was a constant crisp sound coming from behind Fang Liang's (shēn), the sound of blood beads frozen by the cold falling to the ground.

Zhang Sa face no table (qíng), "You won." ”

Fang Liang didn't take it (qíng), "Why don't you have a good fight with me? ”

Zhang Sa frowned and said: "If you win, you win, if you fight to the death, I will already die, since it is a battle, it doesn't matter what is interesting or boring." ”

This was the first time Fang Liang had heard this man as cold as an iceberg say so much, and he said, "It seems that you don't care as much as you appear, otherwise you wouldn't have said so much to me." ”

Zhang Sa was silent.

Seeing this, Fang Liang continued: "Are you so cautious about treating this battle as a life-and-death struggle?

Zhang Sa said: "If you accidentally go to battle and die like you, you don't know how to die." ”

Fang Liang touched the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed, he also knew that he had made a big mistake this time, but he still said stiffly: "So what? This time it's not a life-and-death fight, it's just a fight, not to mention that you lost to me because of this." ”

Zhang Sa fell silent again.

He didn't speak, Fang Liang continued to talk to himself, "Actually, you rely on your strength to fight with me, and the winner or loser is still undecided, so why fight like this." ”

Zhang Sa said coldly: "You have that weird cold, I will lose if I fight you head-on!"

Fang Liang heard a strong resentment from these words, and couldn't help but be happy, and it was really funny to say such words full of resentment with a cold face.

Fang Liang put away the silver gun, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "You (tǐng) are interesting, let's make friends?"