In the blink of an eye, a day has passed. Nearly a hundred people have entered the field one after another, but no one is Zhou Zhiruo's enemy. The loser is either dead or injured. When it comes to the back, there is a situation where no one dares to take the field despite being forced to divide the fight.
On the other hand, Zhou Zhiruo's face was slightly pale, but her aura had not weakened much. This was the reason why her physical recovery could not keep up with the recovery of her internal energy. You must know that fighting in martial arts not only consumes the true energy and internal energy, but also consumes physical strength.
After this battle, her peerless appearance with a sword and her pride against the heroes of the world has been deeply ingrained in everyone's heart. From now on, no one in the world will dare to look down on the Emei Sect.
This is different from the time when Master Miejie was in charge of Emei. Although people in the world were afraid of Master Miejie, they were more afraid of the Yitian Sword in her hand, but today Zhou Zhiruo has never used the Yitian Sword.
"Is there any other comrade who wants to challenge Master Zhou?" Fang Zheng looked around the audience and asked loudly.
The heroes looked at each other. At this point, except for the Wudang Sect, the Quanzhen Sect, and the Murong family, the other sects have almost used up their quotas.
A few cunning people, such as Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan sect, Yue Buqun of the Huashan sect, etc., still have one quota reserved, and the Mingjiao still has two quotas, and Zhuang Juxian and Huang Rong of the Beggar Clan did not participate.
Yue Buqun behaved extremely low-key in this martial arts competition. He had learned well that whenever Murong Fu was around, he would stay away from him, no, he would stay away from him ten times, and he would never provoke him.
He was good at observing words and emotions, and it was not difficult for him to see that Murong Fu and Zhou Zhiruo had a close relationship. Even in the previous wheel battle, he only sent two disciples with mediocre martial arts skills to come forward. Although there was still one spot, he was not prepared.
Entered the stage.
But Zuo Lengchan is different. He wants to merge with the Five Mountains Sword Sect. If he can win the Dragon Slaying Sword this time, it will be even more powerful. At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo is obviously exhausted. Maybe he can defeat him in the next battle, but he can survive until now.
Everyone is a master, so this needs to be handled carefully.
After pondering for a long time, Zuo Lengchan first looked at Yue Buqun and Zhang Wuji, "Mr. Yue, Leader Zhang, there are only three factions left, Gui and I. I wonder when you plan to take the stage?"
Yue Buqun glanced at Murong Fu, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head, "The Huashan sect does not have much hatred against King Xie. We sent disciples to play before, but the general situation is such that Yue does not intend to play anymore."
Zuo Lengchan was slightly stunned, his eyes flickered, and he turned to look at Zhang Wuji without comment.
However, Zhang Wuji has been closing his eyes to heal his wounds since he inflicted a blow on himself, and he has not woken up yet. Yin Tianzheng snorted coldly, "Master Zuo, you can come up if you want. You don't have to tell me to wait."
Zuo Lengchan's face was cloudy and uncertain, and it was always difficult to make a decision.
"Hahaha, a gentleman is magnanimous, but a villain is always worried. If a man wants to fight, he will fight, and it doesn't matter if he loses. Some villains just want to take advantage, but don't dare to take risks. It's really ridiculous." Suddenly, a burst of ridicule came.
All over the place.
Everyone turned to look, but they saw a skinny old man with a ferocious face. They couldn't recognize who this man was for a while, but they just felt that this man had great internal strength.
Zuo Lengchan's face turned cold, he took a closer look, and then sneered, "Who is it? It turns out to be Woxing, the former head of the Sun Moon God Sect. I heard that the great leader Ren is dead. How come he appears in broad daylight again?"
Down?"
As soon as the three words "Let me go" came out, everyone was shocked. The reputation of Star Absorbing Dafa is no less than that of Huan Gong Dafa, especially Ren Woxing's acting style back then, which was even more ruthless than Ding Chunqiu.
He kills people all over the house at every turn, which can be said to be frightening and has a notorious reputation.
People standing around Renwoxing stepped back one after another to make way for a small space.
Ren Woxing was not polite, walked up to the front, and said with a smile, "Ren acts openly and aboveboard, why can't he appear in broad daylight? Some villains, I'm afraid they can't sleep well."
"You..." Zuo Lengchan was furious, "If Grand Master Ren has any advice, he might as well read the real chapter and use his words to show off. What's the point?"
"I would like to," Ren Woxing pondered for a moment and said in a serious tone, "but Ren is no match for Miss Zhou. I can only wait for you to stand on the ring before Ren takes action."
Everyone couldn't help but look at him strangely. Did Ren Woxing change his character? He would actually admit that he was no match for others?
Zuo Lengchan snorted coldly but said nothing more.
Ren Woxing was also very entangled in his heart. Who wouldn't want the dragon-slaying knife? However, he believed that if he dared to play now, he would be tortured to death by Murong Fu with excuses, or even killed with one knife. So as long as Zhou Zhiruo was undefeated, he would only
Be able to resist the greed in your heart.
"Mother, do you want to come?" Guo Fu couldn't help but ask when she saw that Huang Rong was quite moved.
Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Wait a little longer."
"Hahaha, since you are all so humble, let me do it." Zhuang Juxian suddenly laughed and stood out.
It's not that he can't calm down, but that in addition to wanting the dragon-slaying knife, he also wants to gain fame. Now Zhou Zhiruo has defeated all the heroes in the world. If he can defeat him, it will be equivalent to sitting back and enjoying the success. As for the rest
There were only a few people, but he didn't pay much attention to them.
When Zhou Zhiruo saw Zhuang Juxian coming up, his face became more solemn than ever before. This man's martial arts were weird and vicious, and he had seen it yesterday.
"Miss Zhou, please." Zhuang Juxian bowed and made a strange posture with his hands. True energy came out of his body, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.
"Wait a minute!" But at this moment, Murong Fu suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Murong, what do you have to say?" Zhuang Juxian knew that his martial arts skills were far inferior to Murong Fu's, so he spoke more politely.
"If I remember correctly, the Beggar Clan has already sent two people, and there is only the last spot left. But are you sure that you will be the one to join the group?" Murong Fu said calmly, looking at Huang Rong with a pointed look.
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As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned, and then they realized it. Huang Rong's expression changed slightly. She had forgotten about this before.
"I will take the last spot in the Beggar Clan." Zhuang Juxian said first.
"How dare you, my mother is here, why has it never been your turn to make arrangements?" Guo Fu scolded.
After Huang Rong was startled, she quickly calmed down, looked at Fang Zheng and said with a smile, "I am here on behalf of Xiangyang City this time. It stands to reason that there are three places. You think so, Master Fang Zheng."
"This..." Fang Zheng was also in a dilemma. Guo Jing and his wife had been guarding Xiangyang City for many years, and people in the Jianghu had already classified them as a separate force. However, in the final analysis, they were not considered a Jianghu sect, and Huang Rong was the head of the Beggar Gang in the world.
If you want to calculate it like this, doesn't the Beggar Clan have six places?
"I don't think so. Xiangyang City is the Xiangyang City of the Song Dynasty. Leader Huang has a special status and I'm afraid he can't represent it. The Beggar Gang can only have three places. I think you should discuss it first before talking." Murong Fu smiled half-heartedly.
said.
"Hmph, he is indeed a villain." Huang Rong cursed in her heart, never having found Murong Fu so annoying.
Zhuang Juxian had a secret hatred in his heart, but he did not dare to show it. He just said to Huang Rong, "Gang Leader Huang, let your subordinates handle this battle for you."
"No, you are no match for her." Huang Rong shook her head and said solemnly.
"Huh, I haven't even competed before, so how can I jump to conclusions?" Zhuang Juxian didn't have much sense of belonging to the Beggar Clan. How could he really care about the chief gang leader who was hanging over his head? Once it involves himself
Interests don't care what your background is.
"I think it's better to do this. It's getting late today, how about continuing tomorrow?" Murong Fu said with a smile.
"No!" Huang Rong, Zhuang Juxian, Zuo Lengchan and others said in unison. They were joking. They finally beat Zhou Zhiruo to the point of exhaustion. Give her a chance to breathe now. There will be no chance tomorrow.
Murong Fu's face darkened, and a surge of momentum suddenly burst out from his body, and he shouted sternly, "Whoever says it's impossible, stand up."
This monstrous force quickly swept through the entire audience, and everyone was immediately shocked. Those with low internal energy or those who were close to him felt their breathing became difficult and their hearts felt cold.
Zuo Lengchan opened his mouth, but did not dare to say anything.
Zhuang Juxian bore most of the momentum and was so suppressed that he could hardly speak.
Only Huang Rong was not afraid and asked Fang Zheng, "Master, I wonder whether the Murong family or the Shaolin Temple has the final say regarding the rules of this martial arts competition."
"Of course it is the Shaolin Temple that has the final say." Fang Zheng thought to himself, but said in his mouth, "This temple only provides the venue for the conference, and all the rules should be decided upon by all the martial arts colleagues together."
"We have been fighting until now. If the conference is suspended, it will be a great injustice to the martial arts comrades who participated earlier." Zhuang Juxian used all his skills, finally dispelled the aura from his body, and said loudly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but nodded. They had finally worn down Zhou Zhiruo's strength. Let her rest at this time. Wouldn't it be a failure in today's wheel battle? Moreover, most of the people who were defeated by Zhou Zhiruo were seriously injured. This made her
How willing they are.
"This is the common will of fellow martial artists in the world. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, Murong Fu, you cannot be so overbearing and arrogant." Zuo Lengchan also spoke up.
"Unfair?" Murong Fu sneered, "A martial arts competition is supposed to be a fair fight. How can it be fair for you to use wheel tactics to deal with the Emei faction? The conference ends here today. If anyone wants to participate, you can come and challenge me.
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"Haha, Mr. Murong defends the Emei sect like this, does he have some shady relationship with the Emei disciples?" Zhuang Juxian said pointedly.
Hearing this, everyone looked at the disciples of the Emei Sect, and something strange flashed in their eyes. After all, Murong Fu's reputation lies there.
The Emei disciples were immediately furious, but there was nothing they could do.
"You are talking nonsense and damaging your reputation, so you should be beaten." Murong Fu snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed out, and a red-gold force flashed away like the scorching sun.
Before Zhuang Juxian could react, he felt his body lighten, then the world was spinning, and he fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", and the meridians all over his body felt burning pain.
"You..." Zhuang Juxian stretched out his hand and pointed at Murong Fu. There was endless anger in his chest, but he couldn't say a word.
Murong Fu suddenly used all his strength with this finger, severely injuring him with one move.