"Forget it, that's it, but you reminded me that I'm going to watch Jia Zhengliang's game, will you go?"

Suddenly, Zhang Muzhi became interested in the object-controlling skills of Jiajia Village in the west.

"Okay, if brother Mu Zhi wants to see us, we can go and see him." Lu Linglong was naturally very happy after hearing this, so that she could stay with Zhang Muzhi for a while longer.

A group of people came to the arena where Jia Zhengliang was. Sure enough, he was a dark horse. There were only a few people watching around him, and no important people were watching.

It's been a long time since the game started in the venue, but Jia Zhengliang is still on the phone behind the three buddies. What's even more ridiculous is that the three players haven't paid attention to him yet.

The other three contestants were fighting back and forth, and Jia Zhengliang on the other side couldn't help but talk on the phone while speaking his native dialect.

After playing for a long time, the three-knot player finally noticed Jia Zhengliang, who was paddling on the side and making a phone call.

"Hey, do you want to fight?" He stopped what he was doing and asked Jia Zhengliang.

"Hey, MD looks down on people." Seeing that Jia Zhengliang didn't answer him, Brother Sanjiegun immediately got angry.

He walked towards Jia Zhengliang with a three-section stick in hand, but Jia Zhengliang still didn't look back. He held the phone in one hand and reached into his trouser bag to take out a throwing knife, which he threw into the air without even looking at it.

Although he didn't look or aim, the flying knife seemed to have eyes as it flew towards Brother Sanjiegun, who also hurriedly knocked it away.

But the flying knife was not so easily dealt with by him. The flying knife turned around in the air and attacked Brother Sanjiegun's leg.

Fortunately, my three-section stick brother was smart and had a clever turning stick technique to block it again.

The flying knives that were blocked this time did not distance themselves. Instead, they stayed close to Brother Sanjiegun and kept attacking him, forcing him to give up the idea of ​​attacking and was forced to defend.

The two brothers who were fighting fiercely on the other side also saw this scene. Knowing that they were outmatched, they chose to temporarily join forces to deal with Jia Zhengliang first, and then joined Brother Sanjigun's battle group to help him resist the flying knives.

Naturally, it was difficult for one flying knife to stop three people. The three of them seized the opportunity to attack Jia Zhengliang. Seeing this, Jia Zhengliang reached into his back, took out two flying knives and threw them out again.

This time, there were three flying knives hanging above the three people's heads. They could only barely resist, but Jia Zhengliang seemed not to give them a chance to breathe.

While walking around the field, six flying knives were thrown twice, which caused the three people who were already struggling to do so. There were signs of damage all over the body. In the end, three flying knives hung above each person's head.

"Jia Zhengliang wins." Seeing this, the referee already knew that the outcome was decided.

Jia Zhengliang also took back his throwing knife and walked out of the venue.

"Wow, this Jia Zhengliang is so powerful. All the masters I know can only control 6 handles at the same time, but he can control 9 handles."

Canglong sighed after seeing Jia Zhengliang retracting all the flying knives.

"Yes, brother Mu Zhi, what do you think?" Lu Linglong also felt that Jia Zhengliang was not simple.

"He is indeed very powerful, but his limit is not 9 but 12."

"I have roughly understood that their object-controlling skills are not as powerful as they say. They just continuously cultivate a specific object with their own Qi, and then after it takes shape, they can use their own Qi to control its movement.

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Originally, Zhang Muzhi was a little curious about their so-called object-controlling skills, but now it seems that it is not as magical as it was rumored to be.

Hidden Dragon next to him just curled his lips. In his opinion, Zhang Muzhi was just making up nonsense just to show off in front of Lu Linglong.

Jia Zhengliang's performance was already his last, and everyone gathered again in the open space outside the venue.

The Heavenly Master was standing on the stage there, as if he had something to announce.

"Winners please assemble."

"Ha ha."

Looking at these young people in the audience, Master Tian also laughed heartily.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now the first round of competition is over. There are forty winners in total. The next competition will be conducted in a one-on-one format."

"The name on the note you drew from the lottery box is your opponent."

The old master stood on the stage and explained how the next game would proceed. There was a red box next to him, which should be the lottery box.

"The drawing of advanced players begins."

After everyone had finished taking them, Zhang Muzhi went on stage to take the last remaining one.

When I opened the note, I saw that Enemy Enemies had drawn Deng Youcai, who had been taught a lesson before.

But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter whoever it is, as long as it can ensure that Zhang Chulan can enter the finals normally, other things will be fine with him.

relation.

The sky has also darkened, and the Tianshi Mansion here also sent Zhang Lingyu to arrange the accommodation for these players at night.

Naturally, Zhang Muzhi would not deal with such complicated matters, but Zhang Lingyu was very good at handling these matters.

"Yexing, Jiyun, you two take them to the arranged room to rest."

Zhang Lingyu had already made arrangements for the room, so he ordered the two Taoist priests who accompanied him down the mountain last time to take the people to rest directly.

"Uncle Junior, today's game was still so sharp."

Although Zhang Muzhi had no prejudice against him, Zhang Chulan always felt that there was something blocking him from Zhang Muzhi, so he still wanted to have a good relationship with Zhang Lingyu.

"Don't be shameless, who is your junior uncle?" Zhang Lingyu didn't give him any good looks.

"Poverty means prosperity."

"Pindao Jiyun, little brother Zhang Chulan, don't be depressed. Come on, let us take you to rest."

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the two Taoist priests introduced themselves to Zhang Chulan.

"Ah, I don't want it. I want to sleep with brother Mu Zhi at night."

Lu Linglong, who was beside Zhang Muzhi, immediately hugged Zhang Muzhi's arm, pretending to be pitiful.

Even if he pretended to be innocent, he could not win Zhang Muzhi's sympathy. The only answer Lu Linglong had was Zhang Muzhi shaking his head firmly.

"Okay." Lu Linglong also knew that it was impossible, but she still wanted to give it a try. When she failed, she pouted unhappily.

Everyone followed Ye Xing and Ji Yun and found the accommodation assigned to them, except Lu Linglong who followed Zhang Muzhi all the time.

"Forget it, I'll lose to you. You can sleep with me at night. I'll go practice at night."

Zhang Muzhi was at his wits' end with this girl, there was nothing he could do against her.

"Ah, I'm going to practice at night, okay then I'll sleep in your room at night."

Lu Linglong agreed directly without even being polite.

At night, Zhang Muzhi said hello to the old man, and then went alone to the place where he often practices in the back mountain. Today, the Jia family's object-controlling skills still gave him some inspiration.
Chapter completed!