It was already very late when Tang Zhao left Guan Lei's courtyard. It was the time when the Golden Crow had set and the Jade Rabbit had not yet risen, and there were only some dim stars hanging in the sky.
There were torches lit in the martial arts arena, and many disciples were practicing martial arts at night.
There is a curfew in the Grape Courtyard, but Black Spider Villa has just gone through a big chaos and is in urgent need of recruiting more disciples. There will be an assessment in a few days, and these disciples are called out to take on various tasks during the day and come back for additional training at night. The coach already acquiesced.
The disciples on the field were practicing diligently and sweating profusely. Tang Zhao glanced at them silently and thought to himself: Life is not easy for everyone, and I am not the only one who is close to death.
The line of death is the real line of death, both for Tang Zhao and other disciples. With the style of Black Spider Villa, the assessment is not just an assessment, it is not an exaggeration to say it is a life and death disaster. The fate of losers is not good no matter how you think about it. These disciples worked hard for the villa during the day, but their lives were still in danger, and their lives were in danger again in the blink of an eye.
I hope that due to the shortage of manpower, the villa will enlarge the sieve and let a few more people pass through.
Just as he was about to go back to the house, he heard someone shouting in the martial arts arena: "Gao Mo, stop!"
Tang Zhao was startled. There were often conflicts among the disciples of the Putao Academy. It was not surprising for them to fight privately or even fight to the death. Tang Zhao had seen corpses being dragged out. Only few people shouted. Everyone was as silent as a spider. In silence The middle hair is fierce.
The disciple named Gao Mo on the field said coldly: "Where did the barking dog come from? Is it the dog named Zhang?"
The disciple surnamed Zhang opposite came over angrily, and Tang Zhao suddenly thought: Is he the only one with the surname Zhang among so many people? Aren't you firing a map cannon?
The two of them were still five or six steps away when they stopped at the same time and faced each other with some fear.
The man surnamed Zhang asked: "Gao, did you kill my beads?" He was holding something in his palm, and all he could see was a black mass under the firelight.
From a long distance, Tang Zhao couldn't see clearly what it was, but he didn't have to see clearly - what else could it be?
spider.
Even the disciples here who have not yet left school also keep spiders, but it is absolutely impossible to raise them on a large scale. One or two per person is good, and they are all prepared for the future. It is not a trivial matter for a disciple's spider to die.
Gao Mo said: "I killed him? Do you have any evidence?"
The man surnamed Zhang said loudly: "What evidence do you want? I saw it with my own eyes!"
Gao Mo sneered: "You have seen it with your own eyes, so what nonsense are you talking about?"
The man surnamed Zhang shouted: "It's you indeed! I want you to pay with your life!" He punched him.
In an instant, the two of them were punching and kicking each other.
Tang Zhao watched with cold eyes. Although the conflict just now was a bit strange at first, the subsequent development was normal. No matter what kind of conflict, it ends with a fight. Don't worry about big or small things, whether it's justified or not, whoever wins in the end is justified.
Here, the world is not about human relations, but about fighting and killing.
He originally didn't want to watch the fight, but he remembered that Guan Lei had said that someone might come to challenge him, so he watched the fight with an evaluation eye, deliberately trying to see what level these people were.
Both teenagers used the Black Spider Villa's basic kung fu "Various Sand Palm".
Black Spider Villa's kung fu is very subtle and weird, and is especially famous for its poison and "spider silk" Qimen weapons. It is not famous for its frontal moves. Spider silk can only be used by high-level people. The disciples below learn the five poisons society. effort. Guan Lei once said that the moves of the poisonous sand palm are mediocre, but the most powerful thing is feeding poison on the palm, and outsiders who are not prepared will suffer big losses.
But feeding poison takes more effort than practicing palm. It is not about applying poison on the palm, but inserting your hands into the arsenic sand all year round, and fumigating the poison into the skin bit by bit. Only then can you slowly adapt to the poison and develop resistance. Don't hurt yourself. These young disciples firstly don't have time, and secondly they don't have poison resources, so they can't practice the poison palm, so they just practice the basic moves.
It seems that these two young disciples are about the same age, have about the same strength, and have similar tricks. Unless they are extremely talented, there will be no winner in a fight. In the end, it basically depends on "fighting", whoever dares to attack will win.
Fight hard?
Tang Zhao's eyes narrowed. Are these two fighting fiercely?
Although everyone punched fiercely and fiercely, and even cursed in their mouths, as if they had deep hatred, their moves did not hit the opponent's vital parts, let alone hurt them.
Is this still hatred? It’s not even comparable to the special competitions at ordinary vineyards!
Moreover, as he continued to fight, he was getting closer and closer to his side.
Tang Zhao calmly touched his back.
When Si Liyu attacked him before, he had brought the magic weapon with him, but after Si Liyu finished his class, there was no need to bring it with him every day. Especially today, he went to Guan Lei for a drink, and he really didn't have any magic weapon with him.
In fact, he has learned the palm technique now, and it is okay to fight the enemy with bare hands, but as a habit, he still needs to find a weapon.
As soon as he reached out and touched something, he pulled it down and pulled down a wooden door latch that was about a foot long.
At the same time, the two people were close to Tang Zhao. Suddenly, Zhang stretched out his hand and threw his pitiful dead spider over!
Tang Zhao swung the door latch and knocked the spider out. The two fighting men stopped at the same time and rushed towards Tang Zhao!
Tang Zhao used the door latch to hold Zhang's fist on the right. The two sides struggled, Tang Zhao felt slightly blocked, and the opponent immediately took two steps back. There was just a click, and the door latch was bent.
In this contest, Tang Zhao was actually slightly better. The opponent took the initiative to attack. Tang Zhao rushed to the challenge and suffered a disadvantage. In the end, it was a tie and Tang Zhao won. After all, fists and wood are not the same thing. Tang Zhao didn't feel the wood break, but his fist was very painful.
At this time, the attack from the left also arrived. The opponent hit with a palm, and Tang Zhao counterattacked with his left palm.
Halfway through the ant's move, a thought flashed through Tang Zhao's mind. He retracted his palm and sank, almost squatting on the ground to avoid the palm. He couldn't regain his center of gravity, so he rolled on the spot and rolled away from the side. .
They were two against one, and the fight only lasted for a moment. Tang Zhao did not suffer any loss, but his final break away was not very good-looking, and two laughters came from the side.
The atmosphere in the Grape Courtyard was depressing, with almost no one laughing loudly. These two jeers were almost equivalent to a roar of laughter.
Tang Zhao had no time to pay attention. He kicked his feet and jumped up on the spot with the strength of his feet trained in grasshopper jumping, and landed straight on the ground. He had just forcibly withdrawn a punch, and his chest felt a little uncomfortable due to the force, but he was not out of danger at this time, and he couldn't care less. The door latch in his hand was completely bent, and he urgently needed another weapon.
I heard someone say: "There is a sword on the left."
Tang Zhao glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that there was a weapons rack on the left. The top shelf was a long sword. He didn't want to remind him who the slightly familiar voice was. He stretched out his hand and took the long sword.
This is a real sword!
It's a pity that Tang Zhao has been practicing swordsmanship for so many days. Apart from the power sword and magic weapon, he has never touched a real sword. He only practices with wooden swords. Although this is not a good sword, it is naturally different when holding an iron weapon in the hand. The weight is heavy on the hand, not to mention that it is bladed and shines coldly under the light of the torch.
Seeing that he had a sword, the two people on the opposite side became scrupulous and stopped at the same time. The man named Zhang shouted: "Do you understand the rules? You are using a weapon?"
Tang Zhao said: "What's the rule? Sneak attack? Two against one?"
The man surnamed Zhang did not hit anyone, but immediately said: "Yes, according to the rules of the Grape Courtyard, sneak attack is allowed, two can hit one, but using a weapon is not allowed!"
Tang Zhao said: "You shoot poisonous arrows randomly every day. Do you still have such a rule?"
The man surnamed Zhang sneered: "Poisonous arrows can be used, but swords cannot. Everyone knows that using a sword is a fool's errand."
Tang Zhao laughed at his confidence and said, "When did the rules start? Did they start with you?"
The man named Zhang said: "It's always been there. If you don't believe me, just ask others."
Of course Tang Zhao would not be stupid enough to ask anyone. In fact, he felt that the conversation he had just had with Zhang was stupid. Did he still want to argue with the other person? Obviously the other party is very thick-skinned and has a temperament that comes right out of his mouth. If you continue to talk about it, there will be rules like "it's okay for people named Zhang to hit people named Tang, but it's not allowed for people named Tang to hit people named Zhang".
Furthermore, the Vineyard is not a place for reasoning. Those with louder voices will gain the upper hand, and those with stronger fists will ultimately win.
There were already snickers coming from behind, and someone laughed and said: "How stupid is this pretty boy? He still wants to argue with Zhang Dazui about right and wrong? Why don't you bang your head against the wall faster?"
Gao Mo said: "Don't talk nonsense to him, copy the guy -" After that, he also pulled out a knife from the weapon rack.
Although this time he slapped Zhang directly in the face, Zhang was not embarrassed at all and said: "Gao Mo, you go first."
Gao Mo glared at him and slashed at Tang Zhao with his sword.
Tang Zhao calmed down and took a step forward to the left. The long sword came forward first and stabbed him in the face, forcing Di Gaomo's circle knife to turn back. There was a clang and the swords clashed.
This time, Gao Mo and Tang Zhao retreated at the same time. Gao Mo took three steps back, and Tang Zhao took a slight step back. He knew that in terms of strength, Gao Mo was stronger than Zhang, but still a little behind himself.
The two sides exchanged swords. Gao Mo had obviously learned a complete set of sword skills and was more coherent. Tang Zhao had only practiced basic sword skills, but his sword skills were extremely pure, his moves were fast and accurate, and he had the upper hand between three moves and two moves.
Suddenly, Tang Zhao stabbed out with his sword, coming first and stabbing Gao Mo's wrist. Gao Mo had no choice but to let go of the steel sword, turn around and run away. Tang Zhao took a step forward and suddenly felt something in his heart. He moved his sword horizontally and knocked away the incoming cold arrow.
There was a time when he was attacked by poisonous arrows without knowing it, but now he can resist hidden arrows at any time.
Turning back, he looked at Zhang Dazui coldly: "This guy does what he says. If Leng Jian doesn't break the law, it doesn't break the law."
He opened his mouth wide but did not make another move. He pointed at Tang Zhao and said, "Good boy, we will remember what happened today. Just wait and see." He turned around and ran away.
Tang Zhao pondered for a moment, but did not pursue him. Judging from the previous fight, one versus two is not invincible, but since the hand is not a magical weapon, we are not completely sure after all. And there are all their disciples around, even if they are not all accomplices, how do you know there is no ambush?
The farce started abruptly and ended sloppily.
"It's gone." Someone said.
This voice was familiar to Tang Zhao. It was the person who had just reminded him. He turned around and saw that it was the Gray Spider King, the chief disciple here, Jiao Feng.
Jiao Feng's words were more effective than the imperial decree. The onlookers dispersed silently, and he himself turned and left.
Tang Zhao said from behind: "Thank you for reminding me."
Jiao Feng paused for a moment and said, "You are quite cautious and know not to confront him."
Just now Tang Zhao was in a hurry to change his palms and instead dodge. It was indeed a sudden change of heart. It was not that he discovered something, but more like a premonition of danger. He felt that it would be better not to use palms. At this time, he frowned and said: "He has mastered it." Poison Palm?"
Jiao Feng hesitated for a moment, pointed his finger, and said, "I'm wearing something."
thing? Poison needle or something?
Tang Zhao was afraid for a while. With his eyesight, he might not be able to see that kind of thing during the day, let alone at night. This time I really escaped by relying on intuition.
This is too deliberate.
Tang Zhao originally thought that the two of them were provoked by outsiders to provoke, but they were just targeted by Leng Touqing. However, these props are not owned by Grape Courtyard. They need outsiders to prepare them. Is this a must-kill mission?
He whispered: "Who wants to harm me?"
Jiao Feng didn't answer, but said, "Don't you have a few days? Just find a safe place to hide. The king of hell wants you to die, and it's in vain if the kid can't catch you." After that, he walked away.
Tang Zhao sheathed his sword and glanced across the grape courtyard shrouded in darkness. Anger surged like an undercurrent, thinking: King of Hell? Imp? Are you worthy? Could it be that I haven’t seen the judge?
The threat is approaching, and from today onwards, the magic weapon will definitely not be able to leave the body.
With the magic weapon in hand, the imp is nothing more than a clown.
He walked back to the house and when he reached the door, a strange feeling suddenly came out.
Did...I overlooked something?
