After Zhang Yunsu came back, Zhang Yin'er stepped down to compete in martial arts.

Because the second stage is that disciples of all sects can participate, there is a queue at the registration office where they go to the ring. When Zhang Yin'er walked to the registration office in the yellow-level martial arts competition area, he attracted the attention of people with a heart.

Yang Jiong pointed at Zhang Yin'er and said to the red-clothed young man who had been following him: "Follow her and do as I say." ”

The young man smiled and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, I promise to let that chick have no face in the future." ”

After speaking, he walked to the front, jumped off the stands, ran to the yellow-level martial arts competition area, and lined up behind Zhang Yin'er.

"Little beauty, are you wearing your pants tightly?" said the young man in red.

Zhang Yin'er glanced back at the young man in red, and began to register.

After registering, Zhang Yin'er saw that someone in the four rings had a win, so he immediately jumped up.

The other party is a disciple of a sect-level sect who makes a sword, but he can't exert his strength at all under Zhang Yin'er's Ling Bo microstep, and after a few moves, he was restrained by Zhang Yin'er with a sword.

As soon as the referee announced the results of the competition, the young man in red jumped into the ring and said, "Little beauty, do you know who I am? ”

Zhang Yin'er frowned when she heard this, and remembered the first time she appeared on stage, she knew that this Sanyang Sect disciple was deliberately coming to deal with her, and immediately sneered: "It turns out that you Sanyang Sect fights with your mouth." ”

The young man in red smiled and said, "Don't care what I fight, just don't get scared and roll out of the ring later." ”

He just wants to make Zhang Yin'er angry, with this anger, Zhang Yin'er will not admit defeat so easily after a while. In this way, he can play with each other in the ring and make the opponent lose face.

"The joust begins!"

After the referee announced the start of the competition, Zhang Yin'er held a wooden sword and went straight to the red-clothed boy of the Sanyang Sect.

The young man in red smiled and put on a defensive posture, but his expression was relaxed.

He is also the twelfth day after tomorrow, and the martial arts he practices have some restraint on light exercises, so he has a lot of bamboo in his chest.

After Zhang Yin'er approached the red-clothed boy, he still used Ling Bo's micro-step to use the Liangyi sword technique to stab at the opponent's vital point. Who knew that this sword stabbed out and encountered a strange attraction, and directly sucked the wooden sword in her hand into the palm of the young man in red.

It was the first time for Zhang Yin'er to encounter such a strange martial art, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, the young man in red advanced towards Zhang Yin'er, and the attraction on his body also increased, and then he reached out and grabbed Zhang Yin'er's belt tied outside, it seemed that he wanted to take the opportunity to take off Zhang Yin'er's clothes!

"Look for death!"

Zhang Yin'er came back to his senses and scolded angrily, finding that he was too close to the other party, Ling Bo's microstep and swordsmanship were affected by the strange suction force and couldn't be used, so he simply abandoned the wooden sword in his hand and stabbed at the young man in red. The black and white true qi on her fingers was like two fish spinning endlessly, quickly turning into a Taiji diagram, which was accurately printed on the left rib of the young man in red, which was the center of the strange suction.

This is a martial art formed by the first layer of the I Ching Forging Bone Chapter and the fusion of the Dugu Nine Swords Qi Breaking Style, at the beginning, Zhang Yunsu used his hard resistance to the true qi of the innate martial artist of the Blue and White Society, and now Zhang Yin'er used it to deal with this red-clothed boy It is a bit of a cannon to fight mosquitoes.

only heard a bang, and when the hand of the young man in red was one inch away from Zhang Yin'er's belt, the whole person was printed by the Taiji diagram and flew out directly!

In mid-air, the young man in red spurted out a mouthful of blood, but Zhang Yin'er had no intention of giving up.

On her tiptoes, she soared into the air and caught up with the young man in red, grabbed his belt, and kicked him out of the ring!

After the red-clothed boy landed, the innate martial artist who was immediately responsible for healing came over and pulled up the red-clothed boy, and a gust of wind blew, and the red-clothed boy felt that it suddenly became very cool underneath, and at the same time found that many people looked over.

"Hahahaha...

In the midst of laughter, the young man in red looked down and saw his bare legs, only to feel ashamed and indignant, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and fainted!

When the red-clothed young man was stabilized and sent to the Sanyang Sect, the disciples of the Sanyang Sect felt the ridiculed eyes around them, and they couldn't help but turn red, eager to say that the red-clothed young man was not from the Sanyang Sect. However, there are records in the registration office, and the Sanyang Sect can't recognize it if you don't want to.

Jiagu He, who was from the nearby Sun Shooting Sect, stood up again and laughed: "Yang Jiong, your Sanyang Sect disciples' martial arts are really high, you can't even win a female disciple of a small sect, and you have taken off your pants, it's really laughing to death!"

In this case, Yang Jiong couldn't refute it at all, so he could only glare at Jiagu He hatefully, and then looked at the red-clothed young man who was being healed and scolded in his heart: Waste, what a fucking waste!

After scolding, Yang Jiong couldn't help but look at the location of Taiji Gate, and saw Zhang Yin'er happily holding Zhang Yunsu's arm after returning to his seat, and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Hmph, little slut, I can't deal with you, can't I deal with your fellow disciples? Collect a little interest in the martial arts conference first, and then settle accounts with you in the future!

"Brother Yunsu, now I have completely offended the Sanyang Sect, what should I do?" Zhang Yin'er felt very cool when he kicked the young man in red out of the ring, but when he came back and thought about the things before and after, he was a little scared.

Zhang Yunsu said with a smile: "It's okay, we are not afraid of the Great Zhou royal family, and we are afraid of the Sanyang Sect." ”

Hearing this, all the disciples of the Taiji Sect, including Zhou Xiaojian, couldn't help but look at Zhang Yunsu with strange eyes, and said in their hearts: "Master, even if it is comforting, we can say it more reliably?

"But..."

Zhang Yin'er obviously felt that Zhang Yunsu's comfort was unreliable, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Yunsu.

"Where will there be no friction between the sects participating in the martial arts conference? The Great Zhou royal family didn't dare to mess around, and the Sanyang Sect didn't dare to do so. ”

Hearing Zhang Yunsu's explanation, Lin Teng, Chen Han and other teenagers breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Tufeng still had a cold face, and Qiu Ziyan secretly glanced at Zhang Yunsu - did the head really think that the Taiji Sect would not be hated by the Sanyang Sect? Where did the courage to not be afraid of everything come from?

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and the second stage of the competition was about to end. Mu Qing, Chen Han, and Wu Jiechao have all participated in the competition, but unfortunately they were defeated one by one because of their foundations, such as those disciples of the Great Gate Sect.

Therefore, now in addition to Zhang Yunsu and Zhang Yin'er, who have been promoted, there is only one true disciple Zhou Xiaojian left.

Walking to the outer area of the ring, Zhou Xiaojian deliberately passed in front of the Great Zhou royal family watch, and then walked towards the registration office of the yellow-level martial arts competition.

By this point in the game, there were very few queues at the registration office, and sometimes the referee had to be on board.

Therefore, after seeing Zhou Xiaojian, Zhou Fuguang immediately threw the folding fan in his hand.

This shrunken turtle, this young master can wait for you!

With a sip, Zhou Fuguang jumped from the watch seat to the periphery of the ring area and went straight to the registration office.

He can't go too late -- if Zhou Xiaojian is defeated by others, the face of the Great Zhou royal family will not look good; if Zhou Xiaojian successfully advances, then his face will not look good. So, he must defeat Zhou Xiaojian in the ring!

[There will be two shifts today.] (To be continued.) )