After noon, the martial arts arena ushered in the final battle, with Fang Na from the Confucian Academy, Mingwu the Kumon from the Guoshi Mansion, and Zhao Zhengli from the Tianshi Mansion.

The three of them all stood out from many of their peers, shining like stars. From then on, the three of them all held the lowest title of the fifth rank, and even had seats as teachers of the three saints in the temple. They wore white brocade robes with carved silver threads and gold inlays.

The medicinal jade belt is far more noble than the ordinary white-robed master's seat, and it is more noble than the ordinary civil servants and military officers in the temple.

The three of them stood on each side of the martial arts arena and looked at each other. Fang Na's delicate appearance looked even weaker in front of her two eight-foot-tall opponents. Monk Mingwu had strong bones and strong bones, while Zhao Zhengli had a face as white as jade.

As the whistle sounded, none of the three people moved, each on their own guard.

Zhao Zhengli did not place any more bets in this battle. Even he himself did not know what the odds of winning were. However, this did not affect the onlookers at all. They spent dozens or even millions of real money on the three of them. The city king still used his strength to prove his opponent.

Daochang Zhao affirmed that he had invested 500,000 yuan to win the first place. He originally wanted to invest more, but was persuaded by several confidants in the Privy Council. After all, the risk was too great and he only had a one-third chance of winning.

martial arts arena

Fang Na held two gold and silver folding fans, monk Mingwu still held the wooden Zen staff, and only Taoist priest Zhao carried a long sword.

When it came to weapons, Zhao Zhengli had a slight advantage. He saw that the two of them had not moved for a while and took two steps forward. Fang Na and Monk Mingwu took two steps back almost at the same time. Zhao Zhengli spread his hands and said, "Is this way so terrible?"

That expression was completely provocative in the eyes of the two of them. Fang Na and Monk Mingwu looked at each other and attacked him with a tacit understanding. Zhao Zhengli suddenly felt something bad: "Hey! Don't form cliques!"

As he spoke, his hand began to draw his sword. A man and a woman rushed towards him. Zhao Zhengli quickly retreated to observe the changes in the expressions of the two people and looked for a fighter. Fang Na's delicate figure took the lead and threw out two folding fans, one gold and one silver.

The gold and silver Frisbee usually spins in the air and attacks Zhao Zhengli's upper and lower sections.

Taoist Zhao dodged and approached the two of them with his sword. Ku Monk Ming Wu held a wooden Zen staff to fight against him. When the cane collided with the Ziyang Sword, it made a unique metal "clang clang" sound. Zhao Zhengli secretly scolded Ku Monk Ming Wu for being insidious and actually using it.

Imitation wooden Zen staff such as ironware.

Monk Mingwu pretended to be noble and performed a Buddhist salute, and you could see the smile on his face: "Amitabha, we are not afraid of deceit in battle. We have disappointed the Taoist priest. This staff is forged from tungsten steel meteorite!"

Zhao Zhengli cursed: "Pretending to look at the sword!"

The gold and silver folding fan that missed the blow drew an arc and returned to Fang Na's hand. She also joined the fight. The three of them fought for a while. It seemed that they were attacking Zhao Zhengli, but in fact, they were all on guard and did not use their full strength.

This made outsiders think that Daochang Zhao was extremely tough in a one-on-one fight.

"My dear, the demons in the world are really ferocious."

"Nonsense, he is just a ruthless character who is chasing down the Grand Master and scaring off the Tubo Imperial Master."

"But I heard that the old witch from Nanzhao is a fake grand master?"

"Isn't the pseudo-grandmaster also a grandmaster?"

"It's over, should I bet on the human demon to win?"

"It's too late, the dealer has stopped betting."

The old emperor showed a worried look on the high platform, and sent away the two noble concubines Li and Su to visit his two sons. He returned to the camp and called the old eunuch Cao Yan, and ordered him to secretly arrange people to re-verify Zhao Zhengli's identity.

He is likely to become the next Heavenly Master; the old emperor must ensure extreme safety.

The three people in the martial arts arena were fighting to the point of boiling. Fang Na's delicate body burst out with transcendent energy, and she condensed the twelve zodiac giant beasts in one breath and attacked Zhao Zhengli. The twelve giant beasts let out various beast roars.

The two figures slashed away with their swords. The twelve long swords required massive amounts of true energy to support them, all relying on the eight extraordinary meridians, which were thicker and smoother than ordinary people.

With the advantage of communication, the giant beasts and clones in the field exploded at the same time, and the waves of true energy spread in all directions. While Zhao Zhengli himself was still fighting against the monk Mingwu, Fang Na took the opportunity to throw the gold and silver folding fan again, intending to sneak attack from the back.

At the same time, Fang Na left an afterimage on the spot; she followed the direction of the folding fan closely, and made a fist to make up for it at any time.

When the two folding fans and Fang Na were close to Zhao Zhengli's back, he suddenly disappeared. The folding fans and Fang Na's prepared fists hit the bitter monk Mingwu directly. The sudden change shocked the two of them. The distance was too close and they could not hold back the folding fans and fists.

, Monk Mingwu raised his Zen staff to block two folding fans, and received a solid punch from Fang Na on his lower abdomen.

The three grand masters watching the battle were secretly shocked by Zhao Zhengli's speed. It seemed that he had just disappeared out of thin air, but in fact it was a performance of extreme speed. This was almost the method of a grand master. Although extreme speed is child's play in the grand master realm, it is completely dimensionality reduction in the grand master realm.

blow.

When Fang Na and Ming Wu came to their senses, Zhao Zhengli quietly appeared above his head, holding a solid sword of true energy, looking down at the two men ferociously and mocking: "The scholars of Confucian Academy are also doing sneak attacks?"

Yan Bi stabbed the giant sword straight without any hesitation. The two of them were unprepared and hurriedly dodged to both sides. The sword's true energy exploded and was bound to be severely injured. Dodging was the most direct choice for the two of them.

"Bang!"

The sword energy directly poked tens of meters of sword pits on the ground from top to bottom. The fluctuation of true energy pushed Fang Na and Monk Mingwu out for tens of meters. They only felt pain in their backs and looked at the irritated Bai Bai in the distance.

Taoist face, he is like a devil

Usually carrying a long sword with a vast purple light and attacking quickly, the monk Mingwu formed the seal and used the "Arhat Palm". Fang Na concentrated and gathered a divine sword several feet high out of thin air. A huge palm print was aligned with the divine sword several feet high.

They all chopped at him.

Zhao Zhengli suddenly separated into a figure, and the two Zhao Zhengli simultaneously performed "One Transformation of Ten Thousands". Since the true energy was divided into two, the condensed sword energy was also reduced. One person used more than 500 swords condensed with true energy, which was still shocking to the world.

The power of destroying heaven and earth is like a road

In accordance with the law and order, one sword fell on the giant Buddha's palm, and one sword faced the giant sword of tens of feet. Only "Boom! Boom!" were heard from the martial arts arena. Two thunderous explosions, Zhao Zhengli was bleeding and flew dozens of feet upside down, and his clothes were thrown upside down.

Broken, Fang Na, and Mingwu monks vomited blood and flew several meters away.

Zhao Zhengli was obviously at a disadvantage in this collision, but the opponent was two against one, and they were both talented people of the same generation. If they were to fight alone, there was no doubt that the two of them were no match for Daochang Zhao.

Zhao Zhengli was red-eyed in battle. The two guys figured out his strength and clearly planned to join forces to fight him. Zhao Zhengli was ignited with anger. He clicked on the "Shenmen" to stop vomiting blood. At the same time, he channeled his true energy, and the air flow in the martial arts field was directed towards him.

He swarmed around, his momentum suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly: "Come on! Fight to the death!"

When the sisters of the Bi family saw Zhao Zhengli bleeding and flying backwards in the stands, they panicked and yelled: "Despicable! A false Confucian and a false Buddha. If they can't defeat the Taoist priest, they join forces to fight him alone. Is it so difficult to admit that others are better than yourself?"

The crowds of spectators were all different. Most of those who defended Daozhang Zhao were the gamblers who bought him to win, while those who disparaged were the characters who bought the other two to win. Only the stunning beauty in the white cloak in the crowd kept silent and watched quietly.

Yu Xiaowei also clenched her fists. Why didn't she want to fight for his injustice? When she noticed that Li Zhanyi's eyes suddenly sobered up when he looked at her, she realized why her emotions fluctuated with that bad Taoist priest?

Birou turned to look at the three great masters: "Master Tian, ​​you just don't care? This is obviously unfair to Taoist Zhao!"

Zhao Tianshi gave the two sisters a comforting smile: "At the critical moment, the old Taoist will naturally take action. He is a member of the Tianshi Mansion, and the old Taoist will definitely protect him!"

"But……"

Biyu wanted to say something, but Birou stopped her: "Let's believe him for now!"

"But Daochang Zhao only has one life, how can you trust him a second time?"

"..."

Fang Na and Ku Monk Mingwu showed fear for the first time on the field. They had just attacked with all their strength, but the white-faced Taoist priest actually resisted. At this moment, he attacked the two of them like a madman. His arrogance was stronger than ever.

Be crazy.

Zhao Zhengli was definitely desperate at that time. Thinking of the rumored scene of him chasing down the Grand Master and scaring off the Tubo Imperial Master, the two of them could immediately understand how the other felt. This guy was completely crazy.

The two of them retreated with luck at first, ready to fight at any time. Zhao Zhengli flew towards him, his ragged cotton robes fluttering in the cold wind, his eyes full of fighting intent, and the purple Yang sword in his hand was filled with zhenqi, and the sword was glowing.

Fang Na gathered her energy to form a painting called "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains", which was far more realistic than Pang Haowei's. Every scene, every object, every tree and every grass in the painting was clearly visible, just like the scenery outside the window. Zhao Zhengli directly swung his sword to slash at the floating man.

The "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in front of me: "Such tricks are trying to get you into trouble!"

With a "hiss" sound, the real picture was cut in half by Zhao Zhengli's sword. Fang Na's face turned pale and she quickly took a few steps back. Her eyes were full of shock. The true energy transformation that Confucian Academy is proud of is so unbearable?

Fang Na seemed to have forgotten the importance of state of mind. At this moment, she had been disturbed by the other party, so the true energy transformed into an object was only superficial.

Zhao Zhengli took the opportunity to use his "Fire Soul-Capturing Finger". Fang Na shook the gold and silver folding fan in her hand in the air, and shot sixteen silver needles from the gap of the folding fan. Zhao Zhengli was shocked and fired several palm shots in succession.

With the power of his palm, he held the sword flower in his hand to block the remaining needles. After avoiding it, Daozhang Zhao formed seals with both hands and used "Fire Soul-Absorbing Finger" and "One Finger to Return Void", and shot Fang Na with a full five or six finger force.

Her delicate body stepped back one after another, and the force of his fingers fell half an inch in front of her. Two of them were saved by Monk Mingwu, who made her originally fair and soft face turn pale with fright.

Zhao Zhengli also took advantage of the gap between the monk's rescue and slashed at him with several swords, and with three or two finger strength, the monk Mingwu was overwhelmed. The last finger among them was the "Fire Soul-Captivating Finger" hidden in the sword energy.

At the "Yunmen Point" on his left shoulder, his left arm suddenly became sore and numb. Zhao Zhengli quickly approached and appeared in front of Monk Mingwu in almost the blink of an eye. He reached out and touched the "Tanzhong" and "Qi She" points to seal the Qi in his chest.

The battle ended with the defeat of the bitter monk Mingwu, and Fang Na lost her momentum in singles.

The participants in the battle were in danger, and the spectators were still unsatisfied. The old emperor in the camp on the high platform slowly got up and left the scene calmly.

The three great masters immediately brought back the young men under their disciples. The master was surprisingly generous and took out three dragon and tiger pills for the three geniuses to drink. Of course, they were inferior pills, not complete dragon and tiger pills. Even so, they were precious.

Incomparable, the medicinal effect is equally astonishing, after all, this small pill contains the essence of dozens of rare and exotic herbs.

The sisters of the Bi family cheered so much that they almost rushed to the martial arts arena to celebrate. Yu Xiaowei also showed a beautiful smile inadvertently. Li Zhanyi noticed it, and she already knew it with a smile on her lips.

In the crowd in the distance, some monks were talking happily, and some were dancing excitedly after winning a bet. The beautiful woman in a white cloak slowly disappeared from the crowd, and as the prince Song Chaoyan left sadly, the civil servants also left the scene cursing, and the city king

Song Wenlai was afraid of the three saints in the temple, so he smiled at Zhao Zhengli beside the old Heavenly Master from a distance, expressed his congratulations, and then waved his sleeves and left happily.

The three sages of the temple, the Confucian scholar Mu Deqing, the old heavenly master Zhao Hongyun, and the national master Master Yuanyi, these three old guys were not pleasing to anyone at that time.
Chapter completed!