Chapter 117: What needs to be surpassed is yourself
(Wow, wow, we are only 5 monthly passes away from the top three. Who still has it? Who still has it? Where is the hero in the sky and the earth!)
"The whole city is talking about Liang Qiufeng. He's just a seventh-level guy. If he meets me, I'll slap him to death!"
Angry words were heard in a restaurant in Taicheng.
Two handsome and handsome young men were sitting by the window. One was in blue and the other was in white. The one in white was clearly from Pan Dongliu.
The man in blue has a dot of gold embroidered on the cuffs of his shirt, forming a clever logo, which is the unique logo of the Jinsha Gang.
Apart from Gao Beihe, there is no other young disciple of the Jinsha Gang who can stand on an equal footing with Fan Dongliu.
"The North River flows eastward, and the two prides of the deserted continent." He is famous among the figures of the new generation.
The two keep pace with each other and constantly compete with each other, but at the same time, they also have a good relationship in private - competition and friendship are not absolutely opposite. If they stay away from each other for the sake of competition, it would be too petty.
What's more, currently Tiandumen and the Jinsha Gang are very close.
Fan Dongliu drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "What do you care about the rumors?"
Gao Beihe's eyes were blazing: "Dongliu, I heard that you had contact with this son before, and you also wanted to recruit him to enter Tiandu Sect."
"It's true."
Fan Dongliu admitted frankly: "It's a pity that he was stubborn and didn't listen to my words."
Gao Beihe sneered: "Now that I have become famous, of course I won't listen to you."
Pan Dongliu laughed and said: "Famous? That's it. Who are you and me? I bet that he will lose miserably and fall hard in the arena the day after tomorrow."
Gao Beihe said proudly: "Of course, if he meets me, I will let him know: his reputation is just a mirror, it can be shattered at a glance!"
How can a young genius not be arrogant? How can he bear it when he is suddenly upstaged by others?
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"With one strike, the opponent retreated without a fight and fell off the ring?"
In an elegant courtyard of Tianbao Trading Company, Tie Zhong was admiring a pot of blooming flowers with his hands behind his back.
The flowers are as big as a fist and have many petals. The most amazing thing is that each petal has a different color, red, yellow, blue and purple. It is colorful. When you smell it, there is a faint fragrance, which penetrates into your heart and makes you feel energetic. Once shaken, it has quite a miraculous effect.
The name of this flower is: Beauty Color.
The name is beautiful, the flowers are beautiful, and the effect is unambiguous. If you smell it for a long time, your mental power will increase slightly.
The human body is the most wonderful existence in the world, and the mind and spirit are even more mysterious. Even at the level of the King of Martial Arts, one cannot understand much about the spiritual aspect. However, any technique or heavenly material or earthly treasure that can enhance spiritual power is extremely expensive. , the price is at least double that of body training.
For example, the Phoenix Jade.
This strange jade born from heaven and earth is made into jewelry and hung on the body. It can keep one's mind clear and has a great immunity to negative mental effects. It is called a treasure. If worn for a long time and absorbed, the mental power will be refreshed and strengthened.
Compared to the divine Phoenix Jade, the "Beauty Color" is unmatched, but its value is also extraordinary. If it were put up for auction, I don't know how many people would compete for it.
Take a whiff and feel refreshed both physically and mentally.
Tie Zhong closed his eyes and murmured: "There are three plaques inscribed by Elder Du, and they are hung on the three branches respectively. Among them, the Huangzhou Taicheng branch got one. Elder Du has been studying swords all his life, and his cultivation is unfathomable. , has gained a glimpse of the true meaning of swordsmanship, and is known as the "Iron Painting and Silver Hook", which is extremely unique. The requirements for accepting disciples and inheriting them are also very strict, so there have been no successors. He used a sword as a pen, wrote with Geng gold and iron ink, and inscribed a plaque. Then Between the lines, there is the true meaning of swordsmanship. I hope someone can crack it and take him as a disciple. Unfortunately, no discovery has been made in a hundred years..."
Using a sword as a pen and ink to write, the words contain the true meaning of kendo. In fact, the plaque itself can be regarded as a sword inscription.
It's just that there is no forbidden formation in this sword title. But because of the special nature of the technique, even if there is no forbidden formation, ordinary people have no way of knowing it. At most, they think the writing is good and the writing is spirited, that's all.
Liang Qiufeng got carried away when he saw the words, mainly because he had the "Eight Swords of Yongzi" in his mind.
"Eight Swords of Yongzi", if you understand it literally, it is very likely that it has some connection with the swordsmanship learned by Elder Du.
Tiezhong was pleasantly surprised when he saw that the plaque had been cracked: Elder Du held a high position in Tianbao Trading Company, but he was troubled by the fact that he could not find a suitable successor. If the person who cracked the plaque could be found, he could bring him
Arriving in front of Elder Du would be a great achievement. Elder Du was so happy that he only needed to say a word, and he would no longer have to travel back and forth every year to this barren desert island to check the accounts...
But people coming in and out of the semicolon are like crucian carp crossing a river. Where can you find people in such a huge sea of people?
Tie Zhong was feeling troubled, but when he heard about Liang Qiufeng's inexplicable defeat of Xiang Shaozhou, he was moved.
"According to the descriptions in the market, Liang Qiufeng's swordsmanship is a bit weird. Is he the person I'm looking for?"
"Well, no matter what, let's go and take a look at the competition the day after tomorrow. The four sects of the Wilderness Continent compete on the same stage, and there is a gathering of heroes. If nothing else, the person who cracked it must be among them."
Tie Zhong quickly made up his mind.
He had already received an invitation to go to the VIP seats to watch the match. He originally thought it was not interesting and was not planning to go, but now he changed his mind.
It will be much easier to find the other party if you wait and see at a glance.
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In the mansion belonging to the Zhongnan Sword Mansion in Taicheng, everything seemed calm and regular. When it was time to practice sword practice, when it was time to rest, the mind was devoted to the final preparations.
At this moment, there is no need for any mobilization and sensationalism, and there is no need to say any more heroic words, because everyone understands: the winner is king!
Victory changes destiny, while losers will be eliminated.
Not only did the representatives race against time to practice, but the ten accompanying disciples also did not let up. When the competition was over and the rankings were determined, even though the Jianfu was only ranked fourth like the previous one, five of them could still enter the Demon-Breaking Secret Realm.
quota.
According to the usual practice, it is unlikely that Liang Qiufeng and the others will be allowed in. Firstly, they are the future stars of Jianfu and have vast room for growth, so they should not take risks easily; secondly, compared with their cultivation level, many of the ten accompanying disciples are better than
There are seven people who have surpassed them and reached the stage of strength. However, they are all in their thirties or forties and are not qualified to represent Jianfu in battle.
Therefore, selecting one of the ten accompanying disciples to enter the Demon-Breaking Secret Realm would be superior to Liang Qiufeng and the others in every aspect.
The reason why we brought ten people with us was to be prepared and to prevent emergencies. Among them, Luo Gang's presence was probably a backup for the youth group.
Being a spare tire is a very uncomfortable feeling, especially when you hear that the person who has taken your position is so popular.
It's like hundreds of ants crawling all over my heart, claws clawing at it.
Luo Gang stood up suddenly, picked up his sword and walked out of the room.
He strode outside Liang Qiufeng's room and shouted loudly: "Junior Brother Liang, I want to fight you!"
This shout immediately alarmed many people, and they all came out to see what was going on.
Soon, the three elders also came out.
Xiao Jihai said in a deep voice: "Luo Gang, what do you want to do!"
His eyes were majestic and boiling with anger.
At present, everyone is preparing for war, but Luo Gang actually wants to cause internal strife, and he really doesn't know the importance of it.
Luo Gang suddenly fell to his knees with a cry: "Elder Xiao, this disciple only wants a battle with Junior Brother Liang. Without this battle, it will be difficult to sleep and eat!"
As he spoke, he burst into tears, as if he wanted to pour out all the frustration and anguish he suffered after failing the last challenge and losing his position.
Men don't shed tears easily because they haven't reached the point of sadness.
Looking at Zhang Jiangshan, everyone felt sympathy.
Wu Gumei shouted: "A man, you are kneeling down in tears and pretending to be a disciple of the Sword Mansion. How can you cultivate your mind and practice your sword?"
"master!"
Leng Zhuer was soft-hearted, fearing that Wu Gumei would be furious and punish Luo Gang severely, so he quickly came over and held her sleeve.
With a beeping sound, the door opened, and Liang Qiufeng appeared with a calm expression: "Okay, Senior Brother Luo, I will fight with you!"
Xiao Jihai said: "Liang Qiufeng, how come you don't know how to measure yourself?"
Liang Qiufeng replied: "Elder Xiao, Senior Brother Luo has a disease in his heart and needs to be cured."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone felt a little bit dumbfounded, but they no longer stopped him.
Luo Gang looked very ugly and jumped up: "Junior Brother Liang, this battle is not for anything else, just to prove that my efforts are no less than yours."
The two of them came to the courtyard, while the others stood on the edge and watched.
"please!"
"please!"
After basic etiquette, both sides unsheathed their swords.
Seeing that Liang Qiufeng stood still and had no intention of taking action first, Luo Gang gritted his teeth, danced his sword, and charged forward.
Liang Qiufeng suddenly raised his sword and pointed it.
Something surprising happened. Luo Gang saw that the tip of his sword was pointing at the biggest flaw in his swordsmanship. If he didn't react to the change immediately, Liang Qiu would have killed him before his sword could hit him.
Wounded by the edge.
Forced as a last resort, Luo Gang had no choice but to twist his body and take two quick steps back.
Liang Qiufeng gained the upper hand and was not merciful, and pointed the tip of his sword again; Luo Gang retreated again, moving to dodge, and was in a very embarrassed state.
Another finger!
Bang!
Luo Gang lost control of his true energy and broke a bluestone brick with one foot. His arms dropped and his face was ashen. Liang Qiufeng didn't even move his feet, and he was completely defeated.
The onlookers repeated the same expressions they had when watching the game during the day: dumbfounded, it would be as exciting as it could be!
Luo Gang wanted to cry again, but he couldn't cry at all. He stared at Liang Qiufeng blankly, his mind went blank. In just half a month, the gap between them had reached such an extent...
"Junior Brother Liang, I lost. I will never be able to catch up with you in my life!"
When I squeezed out these words, I felt that my whole body was empty and I had no strength at all. I just thought that I would die in the next moment.
When the last trace of illusion falls to pieces, there is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
Liang Qiufeng sheathed his sword, looked at him calmly, and said slowly: "Why do you have to chase others? What you need to surpass most is actually yourself!" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster.