There was another burst of exclamation, and a dramatic scene appeared! An ordinary person with a tragic past challenges a genius! How tragic! Some people couldn't help but applaud!
There was determination in Yi Jianxin's eyes, an expression that looked like death!
Even though Wang Dalei has the shrewdness of a businessman, he doesn't look like he's putting on a show. His face is expressionless, but he's secretly happy in his heart. Recruitment is a grand event every year. As a chamber of commerce directly under the Luoyun Sect, naturally he won't. Let’s miss this opportunity, eat, drink, have fun and take pictures as a souvenir, half of it is their shop! The more exciting the program, the more it can drive consumption.
Thinking like this, he felt a sense of irony in his heart. The so-called second choice was just a crack opened by each sect in order to improve its own image, but just such a crack brought non-negligible profits every time. In the end, They are all human beings.
After thinking about it like this, he couldn't help but wonder what Zhang Zizhu would choose. If he didn't accept it, he would offend a group of people, and if he accepted it, he would offend a group of people. Everyone on the left and right would be scolded, regardless of his heart and his deeds, or his deeds and his heart.
Almost at the same time, everyone looked at the green shirt in unison, as if trying to see through the mask his expression, whether he was happy or angry, sad or sad.
Without thinking or hesitating, Zhang Zizhu only said two words:
"OK."
The scene was still quiet, but everyone was in high spirits, like guests quietly waiting for a show.
After saying this, Zhang Zizhu walked onto the stage again, and instantly pulled out the sword from his waist, letting out a sword cry.
In a blur, Yi Jianxin felt that the three-foot green edge was like an endless mountain that was difficult to reach.
He found that his hands were shaking, whether it was nervousness or something, he couldn't tell clearly. He suddenly gritted his teeth and uttered one word with a smile:
"please!"
He also pulled out his sword and let out a sword cry. His sword was sharp, but my sword was not at a disadvantage!
Among the three judges, the one with the deepest understanding of swords is probably the Xuanyan Sect's disciple.
In fact, as early as the moment Zhang Zizhu drew his sword, Li Zhongheng put away his careless look and looked at Zhang Zizhu thoughtfully.
He suddenly became interested in that hypocrite. He was also a sword cultivator. He could hear some knowledge from the sound of the sword. When fellow practitioners met, the sword master would kill Wushu. When he drew his sword, he would often bring his own will with him. You can't retreat. If you retreat, you will lose. If you fail, you will lose!
Each path in the world has its own merits. The path of the sword has gone too far and for too long, so you have to admit death. The path is like the vast sea, and the will is like a boat. If you want to go to the end, the only thing you can't change is your will!
But that sound was very strange. This was what he was really interested in, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it.
Li Zhongheng glanced at the disabled man again, but the sound of the sword was too weak and had no murderous intent. It floated and hit the mountain, and the outcome was already determined.
The two of them stood with swords in hand. Just when the swords were at war, Yi Jianxin suddenly laughed and said: "Jian, you are taller and I am older. I will definitely not be able to defeat you. Let me have a good time in a spar." Just a few tricks and it’s done.”
Zhang Zizhu thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."
"Thank you."
As soon as he said these words, Yi Jianxin used the weak internal force in his body and jumped out with one foot! A sword stabbed Zhang Zizhu.
Zhang Zizhu turned his body slightly to avoid the stabbing. At the same time, he raised the long sword in his hand and approached Yi Jianxin's neck. His original intention was to force him back. Unexpectedly, Yi Jianxin neither dodged nor blocked, but instead turned the sword. ! He also chopped at Zhang Zizhu’s neck!
Zhang Zizhu changed his moves again without any panic, holding the sword in his forehand, and instantly changed to his backhand, using the sword to block the blade, and at the same time, he slid along the blade and approached the neck again, took a step forward, and once again forced the palace!
Yi Jianxin couldn't dodge and was killed in one step.
The blade was pressed against his neck, and the cold breath seemed to pass through his throat, making him take a breath.
"Awesome." Yi Jianxin said melancholy. He had practiced Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter. He had accumulated the inner energy for ten years and was defeated in just two moves. Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable and even had a sore nose. .
"Are you coming again?" Zhang Zizhu asked.
"The last move." Yi Jianxin said, "I want to see the Liusheng move."
"Okay." After Zhang Zizhu said this, he took three steps back.
Yi Jianxin smiled bitterly. This made him feel embarrassed. He was indeed a scholar and acted magnanimously. All his requests were based on moral kidnapping, but the man didn't seem to care and still agreed to his request. .
Yi Jianxin smiled bitterly and said: "To tell you the truth, I was planning to leave. I planned to go back to my hometown, work hard all my life, buy a house, rent an acre of fertile land, and maybe ask for a wife."
"Then why did you come back again?" Zhang Zizhu asked.
"I'm not convinced." Yi Jianxin laughed softly, but the tone of his laughter was sullen and angry. "I'm not dissatisfied with you. You're doing the right thing and walking steadily. There's nothing to say. I'm just a little dissatisfied with myself. Before. I’ve been very ambitious for a few days, but I’m going to give up today, and I don’t like that.”
After saying this, Yi Jianxin simply sat on the ground and used both hands to untie the rope of his leggings. One foot just 'grew' out. He picked up the sword and stood up again, moving the foot.
Everyone suddenly exclaimed, and then there were whispers and curses!
"This kind of person is so disgusting!"
"Bah, rubbish!"
"Soldiers must not be tarnished!"
Yi Jianxin had no expression on his face, he just raised the three-foot long sword and made a parrying gesture.
"I originally wanted to win the top three by doing misfortune, but you are a gentleman, and I can't do this to a gentleman."
"What happens after this move?" Zhang Zizhu asked, his expression invisible through the mask.
The young man smiled slightly, then there was a sudden wind, and he said with high spirits: "Today I will defeat you, how about you defeat me tomorrow?"
Zhang Zizhu was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared under his mask, and he replied: "Okay."
As soon as the word fell, Zhang Zizhu's inner energy exploded! One after another airflow was formed! Thousands of people were blinded by this bragging!
Among the three judges, except for Li Zhongheng, the other two were unable to stop the impact of the inner energy. However, Li Zhongheng was slightly interested. He looked at the airflow caused by the inner energy in the field, and even his hair was not blown. He moved, as if there was a barrier blocking him.
"At such an age, to actually reach this level, there are really a lot of talents in the world..."
Yi Jian's heart was prepared, and his eyes were fixed on him. It was rumored in the headlines of the Jianghu that the life-saving technique, although it did not kill the enemy, could defeat countless enemies! He wants to see how invincible he is today!
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