Zhao Liangdi flew to the wide and empty martial arts stage with some nervousness. Her steps were a little unsteady due to improper exertion, but she quickly moved her right foot calmly and stabilized her slightly weak foot.
The figure that was still noisy just now seemed to have become much quieter in an instant. She also knew that this was due to psychological factors, because from her position, she could see many people in the stands still whispering and pointing at her.
Give pointers.
Her cheeks felt a little feverish. This was her first game.
Flicking his short hair, Zhao Liangdi confirmed that the soft rope around his waist was still there. It was the magic weapon given to her by her aunt Wu Xiaolin last night. Although she was already pregnant with Liujia, her aunt still missed her competition very much. At this time, she was carrying it with her father Zhao Wenjun.
Sitting in the stands at the back, cheering for myself, including several "caring" brothers, they all put down their work and came to the ring to watch the battle together. This feeling of being held in the palm of your hand and becoming the center of attention will be felt in the future.
Before awakening, it had never happened before.
I don't know if the baby in my aunt's belly will awaken the Dharma. She was a little absent-minded for a moment, but she soon came around. It would be great to be able to awaken, and the Zhao family's influence in the sect can also be improved to a higher level.
But I heard that a child’s Dharma appearance cannot be seen until he is at least four or five years old.
It's all too early to tell.
She knew that all the changes that happened to her came from the leader Jiang Feng. It was he who gave her a pill that was extremely unpleasant in retrospect, and then took the "Yulong Huaqing Pill" given by him, and then she achieved success.
She successfully awakened the "Spirit-casting Double Flying Sword" Dharma.
But thinking back on the palm of the leader, it was really powerful. That old thief from Yue Xishan insulted the leader in public. It was really damned. My father should really stand up and support the leader. I asked him just now and his father said that he was not strong enough.
I think this is indeed the case. His cultivation has not improved at all for seven or eight years.
Just as she was thinking about it, her opponent had already jumped onto the stands.
Wang Yunzhi, she recognized this person. He was Wang Yanzhi's younger brother. He was about the same age as her. When they were children, they seemed to have dug out bird's nests together. Just now, she did not verify other people's numbers one by one like other contestants. Unexpectedly,
His opponent turned out to be him.
She lowered her head, bowed like her opponent, and said her name to show respect. This was a rule specially explained by Wu Chunhua, the deacon of the Department of Ceremonies. Since it is a martial arts competition, using martial arts to make friends and learn from each other, it is natural to
Paying attention to courtesy and thoughtfulness is different from fighting to the death.
What should a fight be like? Will it be bloody? Will it be as straightforward as the leader's move? Countless questions arose in her mind, but she had been in Luochuan for a long time and had never experienced a fight, but she couldn't get the answer she wanted.
, maybe you can ask your father about this matter, at least he has been a casual cultivator for many years, but unfortunately he never mentioned what happened to him back then. Maybe if you ask yourself, you can get a different answer than your elder brothers?
Wang Yuzhi moved first, and in his hand was a one-handed hammer that was more than three feet tall. The hammer looked a little rough, and there were many pit marks on it that looked like blacksmithing, but Zhao Liangdi knew that this was a hammer.
The magic weapon was not hurriedly bought from the ghost market. This was the hammer that Wang Yuzhi had always used for refining and casting, but it was said that his skills were not very good.
Just before she went on stage, someone took advantage of the chaos and secretly slipped her a note, telling her that her opponent's Dharma Appearance was "Grindstone and Iron House". She also didn't know what the Dharma Appearance skill that Wang Yuzhi had awakened was. At the spiritual level, there was a shortage of skills, and Dharma Appearance skills were in short supply.
The type and power of the weapon are still extremely important when fighting.
Zhao Liangdi held a two-foot-long dagger in her hand. Compared with the opponent's one-handed hammer, it had no advantage in weight or length. However, she was not in a hurry. She ducked sideways and swung the dagger in her hand, creating a blue sword light.
, flew out from the dagger and threw it at Wang Wuzhi, who was charging straight towards him. He was gaining momentum but could not dodge in time.
Um?
Wang Yuzhi did not dodge, and slightly adjusted the direction of the short hammer in his right hand. An earthy yellow light quickly appeared on his left arm, like a bluish-gray hard block made of stone.
forward.
The blue sword light hit the stone arm guard, splashing pieces of debris, but the sword light's offensive was also weakened to the limit. Only dots of sword light hit Wang Wuzhi's body, but under his clothes, he seemed to be wearing
A first-level magic weapon armor, the light quickly dissipated without causing any real damage.
Ho!
But the sword light did not stop his offensive. The short hammer in his right hand suddenly fell, smashing the stone slab where Zhao Liangdi was originally standing. Seeing Zhao Liangdi dodge, he relied on the short hammer to support the ground and quickly turned around.
, the left hand that turned into a stone arm looked towards Zhao Liangdi again.
Zhao Liangdi's petite figure rolled continuously, escaping Wang Yuzhi's attacks again and again. She had not long been awakened, and was not familiar with the "six-fold sword light" of her natal magic skill. She could only occasionally wield a double or triple sword.
The light had almost no advantage against Wang Yuzhi, who had both stone arms and precious armor to protect him.
Don't lose!
Wang Yi, who was in the stands, was anxious for a while. Girl with short hair, you have to work hard. He recognized Zhao Liangdi, but short hair was his favorite, so he happily used this name instead.
I still lack magic weapons. Unfortunately, I only have a short sword. How can I do this? By the way, Jiang Hai has a copper universe mirror, which can break some defensive effects. If I had known better, I would have borrowed it for her, but
What if the girl doesn't agree? It's a bit embarrassing.
Why?
During the scene, Wang Yi saw Zhao Liangdi take off the string from his waist. Although it looked ordinary, it must be a magic weapon. Look, it was swung around. It looked so beautiful!
Zhao Liangdi's rope-like magic weapon was a foot long and could be extended by half a foot depending on the situation. This allowed her to regain the advantage. Every time the rope touched Wang Wuzhi's body, a cold light appeared.
This rope is really difficult to deal with.
While Wang Manzhi was thinking about how to deal with it, he dodged the opponent's chilling attack. The stone armor on his arm had gradually dissipated. Although this thing looked good, it was also his natal magic skill. It did not consume much spiritual power, but he
Between exerting force and moving around, in order to increase his strength and speed, he used another acquired skill "Hundred-Refined Hammer Power", but it took a lot of spiritual power. Now that he has no spiritual power, if he wants to find a way to win, he still has to save some spiritual power.
Strength is good.
However, there is only one dagger left on the body, or do you have to bear the pain and use a few ice charms?
Forget it, his head hurt from thinking about it, so he jumped out of the circle.
"I surrender."
"Zhao Liang Di Sheng!"
Wang Yi couldn't wait to shout out, but he felt Wu Xianghua next to him push him, "Look at the girl, you are dumbfounded, you bastard, I should be the one to shout this time."
"Hehe," Wang Yi laughed sheepishly, "I'll leave it to you next time." He got into the crowd and ran to the backstage. Maybe the girl would pass by there soon, and he wanted to take this opportunity to chat with her.
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"Why did you lose, Yuzhi?"
Wu Tiande carelessly slapped Wang Yuzhi from behind, who was covered in sweat. "You were able to fight at close range just now. Once you get close, the rope will be useless. You are stronger than her!"
"Close?" Wang Yuzhi's eyes were not big, but at this moment they were as wide as bells inconceivably. "That's a female cultivator, how can she be such a rogue?"
"You, like your bookish brother, are both idiots. You are a female nun. What's wrong with the female nun? Will you not marry a wife in the future?" Seeing that no one around them was paying attention to the two of them, he whispered, "That's good."
Brother, can you lend me this armor of yours for a while?"
"No, no, you broke it and I still can't repair it. I finally rented it."
"Listen to me, listen to me, I can find you one later..." Wu Tiande didn't mean to give up, and while gesticulating, he pulled him to a distance, avoiding the bustling crowd.
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Zheng Yiming originally didn't want to sign up to participate in the martial arts competition, but he couldn't resist his brother Zheng Yiyu and persuaded his sister Zheng Keyue. Zheng Keyue went to persuade his mother again. His mother scolded him several times because of this, so she had to sign up obediently.
Why!
Forget it, I am a "Drunk Branch Soul-Nursing Flower" Dharma sign, and I can be regarded as the existence of the "Soul-Nursing Flower" family. In their words, it is impossible not to participate, and I want to set an example for the juniors. Although it sounds like it at first glance
It sounds reasonable, but now that I think about it, the male is "Yi" and the female is "Ke". It seems that there is no younger generation in the Zheng family.
While his head was being blown, he was deceived so easily by them. It was too late to regret now. He thought he was not famous, but as long as he got on this stage, it would be difficult to keep a low profile in the future.
Who is this?
As soon as he jumped onto the stand, he saw a fat young man already waiting on the stage. He wore an ugly red bull-headed mask on his face, which was completely covered. Only his eyes were exposed, and he couldn't see clearly at all.
who is it.
"Zheng Yiming!"
Zheng Yiming could only bow and give his name according to etiquette.
"Wu Tiande!"
The other party gave a hasty salute that was not very standard. Before Zheng Yiming could take out his magic weapon, the folding fan, the boy actually shouted:
"Wait a minute, I'm not ready yet!"
But when he saw him taking off the red bull-headed mask and taking off his slightly tight coat in front of everyone, revealing his naked upper body, which attracted boos from the audience, he ignored it and took one out of his storage bag and brought it with him.
He quickly put on the sweat-covered armor without putting on a robe. He just clasped his fists and shouted to the surroundings:
"I am Wu Tiande. I will be an elder in the future. If anyone has a magic weapon, please lend me one. I will never thank you for your kindness!"
"Brothers and sisters, fellow Taoists, and elders, if there is anyone who is willing to help, it is best to use an offensive magical weapon. Those with skills will be given priority. If you borrow one, you will exchange it. My character comes first!"
"Brother, can you lend me your big sword?" Seeing that the crowd was noisy and no one answered, he directly named a young monk, but the monk shook him off with an angry smile:
"Wu Tiande, look right, I am Wei Chengyu!"
"Oh, it turns out to be Brother Wei. He looked wrong. He looked wrong." He did not blush because of this, but instead raised his voice, "This dear friend originally wanted to borrow it, but the competition cannot be missed. It is really destined but not destined. Is there any
The more handsome one is willing to lend me a magic weapon, any unused talisman is fine!"
Someone threw an ordinary kitchen knife, and someone else threw a cabbage in the mess, but no one was willing to lend him magical weapons and talismans. Most of the people watching the battle were from ordinary people, so naturally they wouldn't have them. They were monks, or people like Wei Chengyu.
Those who are about to participate in the competition may not know him, but after his roar, Wu Tiande became famous.
Wu Quanzhong's face in the stands was a little tense. He wanted to get angry but couldn't. Zheng Luda, who was sitting next to him, laughed a few times and said, "Quanzhong, this kid of yours is quite interesting."
"Yes, yes, this does not violate the rules!" Ding Baozhen also joked, "If someone really lent it to him and came fully armed, he might even be able to take first place."
"Watch if I don't deal with him when I get back!"
Ren Xiaolong, who was usually on good terms with him in the audience, couldn't stand it any longer, so he threw an iron plate at him, which was a first-level magic weapon. He knew that Zheng Yiming had a skill that affected the soul, and he also knew that Wu Tiande
The red bull head mask he borrowed has certain protective effects. As long as he adds this iron plate given to him by his old friend Xiao Mingbao, he should not be afraid of Zheng Yiming.
"Brothers!"
Wu Quanzhong gave a thumbs up and bowed deeply to everyone around him, "Thank you Brother Ren for your help, thank you all the elders, and fellow Taoists for your support!" He was rough-skinned, so he put the kitchen knife and cabbage into his storage bag.
Turn around:
"Come here quickly, I'm ready, it's not too late to admit defeat now!"