In the past half a month, Chang Shan has seen a lot of mysterious martial arts, his horizons have been greatly broadened, and he has also thought of ways to deal with Hu Hai's martial arts, but unfortunately, when he took the initiative to invite Hu Hai to fight, Hu Hai refused.

As the saying goes, do not do to others what you would not have to do to yourself.

Although Chang Shan really wanted to fight with Hu Hai again, but when the two met in Pingshui, he couldn't use the radical method.

When there were still ten days before the end of the martial arts meeting, Zhu Ming jumped on the martial arts stage.

In the early stage of the martial arts conference, many cultivators went to the stage to compete, with the purpose of making a breakthrough in the competition; in the later stage, the purpose of the cultivators to compete on the stage was to attract the attention of the masters of the martial sect, and when they were winning, they all had a little more calculations.

With a little more calculation in my heart, I am not as decisive as before when I come to power.

Zhu Ming's opponent is not weak, and when he jumped on the stage, no one grabbed him.

After staring at the blue-clothed middle-aged man three zhang away for a moment, Zhu Ming's hand holding the sword tightened slightly, and with a sword roar, the long sword flew out of the scabbard and fell to Zhu Ming's right hand.

The middle-aged man in blue used a black straight knife, and in the previous three fights, he kept attacking until he finally won.

At this time, facing Zhu Ming, he made a defensive move.

After a long confrontation, when another battle on the martial arts stage was decided, Zhu Ming and the middle-aged man in blue rushed towards each other.

When the middle man in blue clothes started to make a defensive move, but when he flashed to the place in front of Zhu Ming, he suddenly changed his move and slashed at Zhu Ming with a straight move.

Zhu Ming's face sneered, his wrist trembled slightly, and he stuck his long sword on the straight knife of the middle-aged man in blue, making the middle-aged man in blue unstable between pulling.

When the blue-clothed middle-aged man's face changed greatly, Zhu Ming's wrist trembled slightly, and his Chang Shan's long sword trembled a few times like water waves, and slapped a few times on the blue-clothed middle-aged man's straight knife with extremely strange power.

Because the middle-aged man in blue was unwilling to give up the knife, when the straight knife in his hand was missed, his body was crooked, and the middle door was wide open.

The middle-aged man in blue just wanted to retreat, but Zhu Ming approached the middle-aged man in blue with great speed, and slashed a cut on his neck with a long sword.

Although Zhu Ming was arrogant, he didn't dare to directly kill the middle-aged man in blue on the stage.

The middle-aged man in blue felt a light in his throat, thinking that his throat was cut off by Zhu Ming, his face turned pale with fright, he threw away the weapon in his hand, pressed his throat with both hands, and stepped back quickly.

It wasn't until he was about to retreat to the stage that the middle-aged man in blue realized that his throat had only been lightly cut.

"I'm afraid that this person's cultivation will not progress in the future, and he dares to behave so viciously in front of the masters of the Martial Sect, this Zhu Ming is really arrogant enough!"

Thinking about it, Chang Shan turned his head and glanced at Hu Hai.

Zhu Ming's swordsmanship is too similar to Hu Hai's swordsmanship, which can't help but Chang Shan can't help but associate Zhu Ming with Hu Hai.

The middle-aged man in blue glanced around, and didn't pick up the weapons on the stage, so he jumped off the stage with a disheartened face.

Except for the day at the beginning, whenever there is a wonderful competition on the stage, the audience under the stage will comment.

Zhu Ming's three tricks defeated the middle-aged man in blue, which attracted the attention of most of the audience and also caused most of the audience to discuss.

Among those who whispered, some people felt that Zhu Ming was too ruthless, but most of them found a reason for Zhu Ming to be ruthless.

In the eyes of most people, the reason why Zhu Ming was vicious was because he was not disturbed by too many people of average strength, and he concentrated on dealing with a small number of people who deserved to be taken seriously.

Hearing the words of those people, Chang Shan suddenly thought of a widely circulated saying, the people do not fight with the officials.

"Do they make excuses for the powerful because there is also an aspect of human nature to obey the strong, or are they looking for reasons for them in the future? ”

After thinking about it for a while, Chang Shan turned his attention to the martial arts stage again.

After the middle-aged man in blue jumped off the stage, no one came on stage to fight with Zhu Ming, but most of the attention of the audience was on Zhu Ming.

In the blink of an eye, most of the hour passed.

The competition on the other side of the stage has been held seven times, but no one has come to the stage to fight with Zhu Ming.

Just when the battle on the other side of the martial arts stage was decided, Zhu Ming's figure moved, and he flashed in front of the purple-clothed young man who stayed to win.

"Do you need to recover your true qi?"

The purple-clothed young man hesitated for a moment, glanced towards the pavilion where the Sect Master of the Martial Sect was, sat cross-legged on the ground, and recovered his true yuan.

A quarter of an hour later, the young man in purple got up and stood up.

The two confronted each other for a moment, and the young man in purple stabbed Zhu Ming with a spear first.

Bite!

With a soft sound, the sword and the gun intersected.

At the moment when the sword and the gun exchanged, Zhu Ming's feet moved, took a step forward, and stuck the spear with the long sword, and the body of the purple-clothed young man involuntarily moved with him.

Seeing this scene, many people in the audience applauded.

When many people applauded, Changshan remembered the scene when he took his sister to play with paper boats by the creek when he was a teenager.

"His current situation is like a paper boat!"

After pondering for a moment, Chang Shan's mind flashed and he thought of a way to deal with this martial art.

At this moment, Zhu Ming slapped the spear in the purple-clothed young man's hand violently with the body of his sword.

The purple-clothed young man only felt that his hands were numb, and he just wanted to hold the spear tightly, but his spear was snatched from his hand by Zhu Ming with a long sword.

Zhu Ming's spear led by his sword flew around a few times, and the spear stabbed towards the chest of the purple-clothed young man.

The speed of the spear is not fast, if the purple-clothed youth has the intention to dodge, he can completely dodge, but he only moved his body slightly, allowing the spear to stab under his armpit, and at the moment when he clamped the spear, the purple-clothed youth slapped a palm on the spear, shaking Zhu Ming's long sword away from the spear.

Zhu Ming's long sword is extremely sticky to the spear, and the young man in purple can shake the long sword off his spear, and the force on the barrel of the spear is naturally not small.

While retracting his weapon, the young man in purple also injured himself.

The purple-clothed young man took a few sharp steps back, and when Zhu Ming was about to bully him in front of him, he suddenly opened his mouth to admit defeat.

Zhu Ming frowned slightly, and put the long sword into the scabbard.

Although the young man in purple admitted defeat, he made some people in the audience think of a way to deal with Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming waited on the stage for a while, and a middle-aged man who also used a gun jumped onto the stage.

After a moment of confrontation, the middle-aged man saw that Zhu Ming did not take the initiative to attack, and his body flickered, and he stabbed Zhu Ming straight at him with a spear.

Bite!

The sword and the spear intersected, and the middle-aged man turned his body and arms, and after using the force of rotation to dissolve the stickiness on Zhu Ming's long sword, he stabbed Zhu Ming's heart at a faster speed.

Zhu Ming sneered, the long sword slashed on the gun, and while the spear was faster, his body turned, dodged the spear, and deceived the middle-aged man, and a bloody mark was made on the throat of the middle-aged man with the long sword.

With just two moves, the middle-aged man was defeated by Zhu Ming's sword.

The defeat of the middle-aged man made many people understand that even if they thought of a way to deal with Zhu Ming, they might not be able to win Zhu Ming.

Seeing that Zhu Ming was so difficult to deal with, everyone in the audience was naturally very cautious before going on stage.

After Zhu Ming stood alone on the stage and waited for half an hour, a man in yellow with a pair of silver axes jumped onto the stage.

The man in yellow looked to be about thirty years old, tall, and full of children, if it weren't for the yellow clothes on his body that were obviously not coarse, he would definitely be mistaken for Chai Fu.

Seeing someone on stage, everyone in the audience was bright-eyed.

"The axe has the highest gravity, if he can even guide the power of the axe, his martial arts can be called the first person in the Zhou Tian Consummation Realm. ”

Although Chang Shan didn't have a good impression of Zhu Ming, he had to admit that Zhu Ming's martial arts skills were indeed very high, much higher than when he was in the Zhou Tian Consummation Realm.

The two confronted each other for a moment, but it was Zhu Ming's opponent who shot first.

deceived in front of Zhu Ming, the man in yellow slashed at Zhu Ming with an axe, and an axe protected him in front of him.

Bite!

With a crisp sound of gold and iron, Zhu Ming's sword tip stabbed on the axe.

Zhu Ming's long sword stretched and pulled, and with the force of the tip of the sword, the axe was a little off.

Just as Zhu Ming was about to turn his body, the man in yellow slashed towards Zhu Ming with the axe in his left hand.

The man in yellow not only has an extremely stable lower game, but also has the ability to be distracted and dual-purpose, and makes up for his lack of attack speed by attacking with double axes and cross-attacks.

One axe after another, the man in yellow forced Zhu Ming to retreat again and again.

People who watch the fight, while cheering for the winner, they prefer that someone stronger will defeat the current winner.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience, the man in yellow is undoubtedly the person who can defeat the winner Zhu Ming in their eyes.

There are many people in the audience cheering for the man in yellow, but there are also some people who are not optimistic about the man in yellow.

The so-called rigidity does not last, although the attack of the man in yellow is strong, but he can't defeat Zhu Ming before the attack turns from strong to weak, he will be defeated.

After the man in yellow stormed a tea time, the power on the axe increased significantly.

"Epiphany!"

Whether it was those real cultivators in the audience or those in the pavilion, their eyes lit up when they saw that Zhu Ming could no longer lead the axe of the man in yellow away.

The strength of the man in yellow hit a little, and the speed was also a little faster, and the powerful attack forced Zhu Ming to retreat quickly.

Just when Zhu Ming was about to be forced off the stage, the man in yellow suddenly stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhu Ming hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed, and a sword stabbed into the throat of the man in yellow.

Just when a trace of hideous color appeared on Zhu Ming's face, a man in black suddenly appeared in front of the man in yellow, and the black light on the man in black flashed, and Zhu Ming's body flew out upside down and fell under the stage.

"At this time, do you still have the word martial arts in your heart?"

Many things can be divided into two opposing sides.

Before, the Sect Master of the Martial Sect still felt that Zhu Ming was decisive and domineering, and he was a good material for cultivating martial arts, but now that he saw someone who was more satisfied, his opinion of Zhu Ming immediately changed from good to bad.