Not long after Zhang Yexing went far, he heard the laughter of Zhang Jin and others from behind. Zhang Ye shook his mind and said to himself: "Smile, laugh, after the competition is over, you can't laugh."

At this time, the elders' speeches had ended and they began to enter the lottery.

The way of drawing lots for the Zhang family is very simple. There is a large wooden box on the competition platform, and there are 128 wooden tags placed in the wooden box. One hundred and twenty-eight participating young men went up to draw one by one. The person with the same number of games as himself is the opponent.

Zhang Ye pulled a random shot, and saw the words "Second Game" written on it. Zhang Ye handed the wooden sign to the deacon in the record office, and only heard the deacon say, "Fight the second game, let me see who your opponent is. Oh, Zhang Shui also drew the second game, which means that your opponent in the first round is Zhang Shui."

"Hmm? Zhang Shui?" Zhang Ye couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Zhang Shui, like Zhang Ye, has the same level of cultivation as the third level of martial arts.

Although there are more than a hundred young men participating in the competition, only a few have reached the third level of martial arts. Generally speaking, those who have reached the third level of martial arts are all seed players, and they will not meet in the first and second rounds. Zhang Ye has now met Zhang Shui all at once, which makes people feel strange.

Zhang Ye walked out and suddenly heard Zhang Dashi's voice: "Haha, Zhang Ye, I heard that you encountered Zhang Shui in the first round, and now you are finished. With your strength to advance to the third level of martial arts, I'm afraid you can't even take Zhang Shui's ten moves. I think you'd better give up early!"

Zhang Ye glanced over and saw that the boys around Zhang Fang were all looking at him with gloating eyes. Obviously, these people didn't like Zhang Ye and thought that Zhang Ye was sure to lose.

"Zhang Shui advanced to the third level of martial arts at the age of fourteen. Two years later, his internal strength has become more pure, and his "Wind and Fog" body technique has almost reached the level of great success. He is the first strong competitor. Zhang Ye, facing such an opponent, how many moves do you think you can survive?"

The person who said this was Zhang Fang. He was beaten by Zhang Ye a few days ago and lost face. When he saw Zhang Ye, he couldn't help but say a few words.

Zhang Ye looked unmoved and asked without answering, "I met Zhang Shui in the first round. Did you make a secret trouble?"

Zhang Fang smiled proudly and didn't say anything.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Ye knew that he had encountered a powerful person like Zhang Shui in the first round, most of the things that Zhang Fang did.

Zhang Ye glanced at Zhang Fang lightly and said slowly: "People who like to play tricks are all people with poor strength. Such people are destined to not be big things, and they are destined to be useless."

"You..." Zhang Fang's face changed and he couldn't speak.

Zhang Ye sneered and walked away from the stage bypassing Zhang Fang.

If it is a person with poor strength, it is indeed very unfavorable to meet a strong player from the beginning. However, Zhang Ye is a person who has killed several masters of martial arts, and he is not worried about Zhang Shui at all.

The wild world is where strength is the most respected, and powerful strength overwhelms everything. Any conspiracy or tricks will be a joke in front of your thick-backed sword.

Zhang Ye touched the thick-backed knife, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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Shortly after the lottery was completed, Zhang Ye and Zhang Shui stood on the competition platform.

Zhang Shui is three years older than Zhang Ye, and he is very arrogant.

"Zhang Ye, right? I just got back from training and heard about you." Zhang Shui put one hand behind her back and said in a condescending manner: "You were a waste who just started martial arts a year ago. Although you have taken mutant drugs and have improved your cultivation to the third level of martial arts, your cultivation does not equal combat power. You are definitely not my opponent now."

Zhang Shui raised three fingers and said, "Three moves. I will set you down the martial arts competition platform within three moves. If you know the truth, just go down consciously."

"Okay!" Seeing Zhang Shui speaking majestic and imposing, the people in the audience immediately shouted a loud voice.

Zhang Shui was not moved by the cheers below at all. His calm look increased his momentum and became more casual and calm. In contrast, Zhang Ye was like a rustic countryman in the country, and no one wanted to take a look at him.

As the referee, the great elder Zhang Chengdi did not turn his eyes to Zhang Shui. Instead, he looked at Zhang Ye twice. From Zhang Ye's body, he faintly felt a trace of murderous aura. This was a breath that would only be brought after killing people.

"Zhang Ye is so young that he actually has a murderous aura that only a veteran murderer can have. Obviously, he has been on the battlefield for a long time and has great experience in fighting. This type of person who fights in actual combat is often very difficult to mess with. Zhang Shui underestimates the enemy so much, he is afraid he will suffer a loss." Zhang Chengdi thought to himself, but shouted: "The competition has come, and it has begun!"

With the sound of Zhang Chengdi, Zhang Shui moved.

The body technique that Zhang Shui practiced is called "Fengwu" body technique. When this body technique is used, it will instantly turn into white fog, and the opponent will not be able to capture his figure at all.

Zhang Shui obviously made great efforts on this bodywork. With his use, half of the competition platform was misty, as if the mountain fog in the mountains suddenly came to the competition platform.

Seeing Zhang Shui's performance, the elders on the elders' mat nodded slightly. The second elder Zhang Chengren smiled and said to the sixth elder Zhang Chengxing, "Your disciple is well taught. The Fengwu Body Technique has been practiced to the level of small success. After a while, the time comes, I am afraid that I will enter the level of great success."

"Haha." Hearing the second elder's praise, Zhang Chengxing couldn't help but look gloomy and said, "Shui'er's heat is still a little worse. However, it is enough to deal with ordinary opponents..."

"Wow!"

Just as the sixth elder Zhang Chengxing was talking, a scream suddenly came from the martial arts training ground. Zhang Chengxing quickly turned his eyes to the martial arts competition platform, and he immediately saw a surprised scene-

Zhang Ye had no one looked forward to before, but at this time he actually used an extremely fast body technique. He followed Zhang Shui firmly and punched Zhang Shui one after another!

"Jinghongbu, who is close to the Great Accomplishment Realm!" The second elder said in surprise: "Zhang Ye is really a real person who doesn't show his appearance. Everyone thought that his cultivation was obtained by luck, but unexpectedly, he unknowingly practiced Jinghongbu to the Great Accomplishment Realm! Now, Zhang Shui is definitely defeated!"

The second elder praised Zhang Shui before, but now he immediately asserted that Zhang Shui was defeated, which made Zhang Chengxing’s old face look very bad. Just as he was about to refute, he saw Zhang Ye shouting lightly, turning his fist into a knife, slashing out with a knife, and slashing it out with a strange "woo". With a sharp and fierce force, Zhang Shui suddenly made blood spit out of the competition platform in a mess.

"Ah-How is this possible!" The audience was upset.
Chapter completed!