Chapter 725: Beating the Drum and Passing the Flowers
It is said that the final scene of the martial arts competition has begun. Zhang Ji uses the strangely designed alien scimitar in his hand to gain an advantage in the duel with Wang Chang. After Zhang Ji was able to fight in close quarters, he made false moves with the scimitar, which reflected the frequent false moves of Western swordsmanship. The impact point of the blade suddenly went up and down, which made Wang Chang tired of dealing with it.
The Dusark sword was suddenly lowered, and suddenly it was on top of Wang Chang's head. Wang Chang's sword was blocked by the outer door, so he had to use the hilt of the sword and his footsteps to hide while knocking, and his footsteps gradually moved back. Seeing the opportunity, Zhang Ji got closer and pursued fiercely. Wang Chang was forced to retreat repeatedly, and the anger in his chest was aroused. He gritted his teeth and let out a loud roar, and his internal energy finally flowed into the mountain-breaking sword like a flood. The tip of the sword immediately made a bang, dazzling A dazzling white light erupted, and the audience shouted in unison: "Sword Qi!"
The Mountain-Breaking Sword Qi appeared, and Zhang Ji felt the same feeling. His heart trembled, and his steps became more urgent. The Dusark knife flew up and down, striking eighteen times in one breath. These eighteen sword strikes were like clouds and flowing water, with no hesitation during the process, as if it was just one move. Wang Chang's figure was like duckweed and fallen leaves, constantly dodging and retreating in the wind and rain. Although the sword energy was crystal clear, it was always separated from Zhang Ji's side, unable to deal with it. Sent on target. Wang Chang was so anxious that he didn't have time to see if the attack from behind had reached the edge of the stage. He thought that he had to keep the distance before he could send out the sword energy from a distance. Maybe the sword energy was everywhere and Zhang Ji stopped attacking and evaded, and he could turn defeat into victory, or even take advantage of the victory to pursue him. .
Soon after, Wang Chang dodged Zhang Ji eighteen times, roared suddenly, and suddenly jumped back from the stage, took up the long sword and flew away far away. The mountain-breaking sword finally got the opportunity to come forward. Pointing his finger, the sword energy was impatient, and with a whoosh, it was launched from the tip of the Broken Mountain Sword. The sword energy flickered on and off, and appeared in front of Zhang Ji's right hand holding the sword almost at the same time.
The sword energy was so fast that Zhang Ji had no time to react. He only heard a soft sound as the sword energy penetrated into the guard of the short sword, directly pierced Zhang Ji's right hand, and then hit the handle of the sword before disappearing. With their fingers connected to their hearts, Zhang Ji felt a sharp pain coming over him. Dusark's knife fell to the ground with a clang, and then Zhang Ji let out an earth-shattering scream. He pinched his injured right hand with his left hand and squeezed his right hand. On the side, a large bloody hole suddenly appeared.
Wang Changteng jumped behind him and finally released his sword energy. The mountain-breaking sword energy was so powerful that it really hurt Zhang Ji invisible. He was secretly feeling smug, but suddenly he felt that he was in the void. When he looked down, there was nothing under his feet, but his body was already far away from the ring, as if he was floating in the void. Wang Chang was shocked. He didn't have Cao Chun's "butterfly wings", nor did he have the arc-shaped movement skills of a butterfly piercing flowers. His figure stopped and fell down like a weight. Wang Chang quickly used Qinggong and finally landed lightly and safely, attracting a burst of applause from the surrounding audience.
However, according to the rules, the one who fell in the ring expected to lose during the competition, but Wang Chang severely injured Zhang Ji with his sword energy before falling. It should be said that he gained the advantage. The audience had already begun to talk about who won and who lost in this confusing dispute. In the end, their eyes They all fell on Zheng Xuan and Zhang Ji who were already on stage.
Zhang was distressed for his son's injured hand, so he jumped onto the ring with the doctor a long time ago. Seeing Zhang Ji's handsome face changed color due to pain, he couldn't help but frown, secretly thinking to himself that this hateful nephew of the Wang family had just used Han Ying was defeated by conspiracy and trickery, and now she acted so carelessly. She really should be taught a lesson. But as the host, he naturally couldn't say much. Xiliang has always had its own fate in martial arts competitions. Even if he was injured and died, he would have to blame himself for being inferior to others.
Wang Chang took the stage again and took a look at Zhang Ji's injuries. Zhang Jicheng's residence was not deep, so he naturally glared at each other. Wang Chang, however, still stood aside calmly, as if waiting for Zhang Ji to announce the outcome. Seeing that Zhang Ji's right hand was properly bandaged, Zhang Ji cleared his throat and said to the audience: "The dog was injured in this battle, but the Wang family's nephew also fell off the stage. Each of them has a reason to win. But Zhang Ji is My son, it is inevitable that the melons and plum blossoms in the field will be like this, and it will be difficult for me to make decisions."
After saying that, he slightly cupped his hands to Zheng Xuan and said, "I would like to suggest that Master Kang Cheng decides the outcome in accordance with etiquette and law."
Seeing that Zhang knew how to avoid suspicion, the audience applauded and cheered to show their support. Zheng Xuan thought to himself that I can't bear the blame. If I say who wins or loses, I will offend a lot of people. He cleared his throat and said: "I am a martial arts layman, so I can't make a quick judgment about the outcome. In this case, I think I won." It would be more appropriate to leave the responsibility to representatives of all parties.”
Zhang Ji cursed the old fox in his heart and asked: "What Master Kangcheng said is absolutely true. So how should we leave it to the representatives of all parties to decide?"
Zheng Xuan already had the prototype of the plan in his mind, and he said calmly: "From what I see, nine representatives from all parties are randomly selected from the VIP seats here. These nine people must come from nine different forces, and among the various forces, They should be unrelated to each other to ensure that the possibility of injustice is minimized.”
There is no other way to randomly select representatives from nine different unrelated companies and decide by voting. In fact, the various forces are intertwined, and no one knows whether the forces are enemies, allies, or friends and foes. Therefore, since they are randomly selected, they have no choice but to live according to their destiny.
The distinguished guests at the VIP table all looked at each other in confusion, but they all understood that Zheng Xuan would never take the blame himself, and they couldn't think of a better way, so they all nodded in agreement. Sima Fang stood up and asked: "Master Kangcheng, then who should randomly select representatives?"
Obviously, if the people who select the representatives are not randomly selected, but have subjective tendencies, it will affect the final result, and the losing party will complain about unfairness. Zheng Xuan twirled his beard silently, and when he saw the big drum in the performing band, he already had an idea in his mind. He raised his head and said with a smile: "To ensure fairness, I, just a young man, asked me to play the drum and pass the flowers to everyone."
Sima Fang was slightly startled and couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect that Zheng Xuan could come up with this idea. He took the lead in saying hello and applauded. The audience stood up and applauded, and the matter was settled.
Zheng Xuan ordered the big drum to be moved to the center of the ring, rolled up the sleeves of his Confucian robe, raised the drumstick high and said: "I have not been on the battlefield for decades. Today's drumming and passing flowers seems to be back to the days when war drums were continuous. "After saying this, the hammers fell and the drums sounded, with tears in his eyes, showing compassion for heaven and earth.
Chen Long was also moved by Zheng Xuan's feelings and saw representatives from each major force lining up in a row in front of the ring. There were fifty or sixty people standing in total, which showed that the Da Xiliang gangs were mixed. A red flower was already clenched in a person's hand. Zheng Xuan danced his hammers, and the sound of war drums suddenly filled the air.
With the sound of the war drums, the red flowers were sent back and forth, and finally the drums suddenly stopped. Whoever holds the red flowers will be considered a power. As the war drum paused nine times, Zheng Xuan threw the drumstick out of breath and said with a smile: "It's great! Now please choose nine people to write down the winner you support."
The nine people wrote the names of Zhang Ji or Wang Chang on the prepared silk, then put the silk into a bamboo basket, and finally brought it to Zheng Xuan. Zheng Xuan placed the bamboo basket on top of the big drum, reached out and took out a piece of silk, looked at it, raised it up and showed it: "Zhang Ji has one vote!"
All the votes were displayed in a moment, and Zhang Ji received seven votes, actually winning by a margin of seven to two. The Wang family immediately started to quarrel, but Wang Chang lowered his head and remained silent. He sheathed the Broken Mountain Sword and walked off the stage. He only hoped that Huaiyang could defeat Zhang Ji, so that he would still have a chance.
If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time.
