Chapter 67: The Strongest Man Engages
The broad Elder's Square was crowded with people. Everyone on the field was still arguing about the duel between Lin Fenghuo and Fifth Xiaoxiao just now.
"Speaking of which, I think this competition is not good for Fifth Xiaoxiao." A man in a Confucian shirt said to the people around him, "From the perspective of his skills and the ability to fight against the enemy, that young man is taking a close combat approach." Wu Xiaoxiao is obviously a long-distance sneak attack. The two face to face in a duel, which is a bit of a disadvantage for Wu Xiaoxiao."
A round-faced girl next to him said: "I think both of them are very powerful. How can there be an absolutely fair competition? To put it this way, Lin Fenghuo is only ten years old, facing an opponent who is nearly twice his age. , no matter what method he uses, as long as he wins, he is a winner without reproach."
After hearing what the round-faced girl said, the man in Confucian shirt nodded secretly, indicating that he agreed with her point of view.
At this time, in the open space in the middle of the main venue, more than a dozen craftsmen had repaired the broken bluestone slabs. Zhao Yunming also stood on the ring and said in a deep voice: "Then, let's have the third competition. The champions of both sides will take the stage. Get in position."
In the ceiling, Zhao Long didn't care about the eyes around him. He stood up calmly, put down the bamboo hat on his head, and walked unhurriedly to the arena.
Zhou Di, who was not far away, stared at Zhao Long curiously. In fact, he had noticed Zhao Long since the second day of the martial arts competition. After all, as the first warrior to fly the flag and become the champion, his strength must not be underestimated.
There are even people who have fought against him. It is said that Zhao Long is the strongest warrior among the young warriors at present! However, most people sneered at such rumors, and mostly understood that it was the defeated generals who lost to Zhao Long, who deliberately exaggerated Zhao Long's strength to find reasons for their defeat.
Although Zhao Long is only twelve years old, he is already more than seven feet tall (Note 1), which is almost 1.7 meters tall. For those who are not familiar with him, it is difficult to tell his actual age at a glance. When many people saw Zhao Long dressed like this, they were guessing where this strong man came from to do this job, and his strength was so extraordinary. Speaking of the entire Yinren Village, in addition to the warriors who perform secret missions, there are about two hundred strong men working in the village and one hundred and thirty guards in iron armor. These people can be said to be more or less, but most people recognize the masters or good players among these people. After all, we are both robes and go on missions together. If we don't understand each other's strength, we may sometimes risk our lives.
Zhou Di looked at Zhao Long, who was walking towards the stage in a hurry, and murmured: "Where on earth did this wild boy come from? He's pretty good, but I've never heard of him before!"
I'm afraid there are many people on the field who have the same idea, especially those who were assigned to Chen's group before, and they are even more confused.
However, even if you ask every young man in this field, you will not be able to get an answer to this question. Because Zhao Long simply likes strong men to work in this kind of clothes, before he participated in the martial arts competition this time, he had been practicing outside with his elders in the family and never returned to the village. For this martial arts competition, he only participated in the last training camp in Maple Leaf Forest through the letter of recommendation handed over to him by his family elders.
Zhao Long stepped onto the ring and first looked at Zhao Yunming. There was a hint of ripples in his calm eyes, but he quickly covered it up and the people around him didn't notice. Zhao Long nodded slightly to Zhao Yunming and stood at his ready position. Zhao Yunming did not look at Zhao Long, nor did he pay attention to his nod. Waiting quietly for Li Xintian on the other side of the ring.
The girl walked to her seat equally unhurriedly. Li Xintian was seen wearing a black cloak with dark golden begonia flowers showing off with gold threads. She also wore the gray-black mask on her face. The small mask just covered her face. Through the narrow holes in the mask, you can see the girl's bright moon-like eyes.
Zhao Yunming smiled at Li Xintian and said softly: "Xintian is already a big girl. It is already very good to be able to fight here!"
Li Xintian smiled sweetly and replied: "Hello, Grandpa Zhao! Xintian will continue to work hard."
Zhao Yunming smiled and nodded, but no one noticed that Zhao Long, who was standing opposite, saw this scene in his eyes. There was no trace of ripples in his calm eyes, but there was a hint of indifference.
"Okay, then I announce that the third round of the main qualifying competition of the martial arts competition will begin!" Zhao Yunming said loudly.
After all, Li Xintian and Zhao Long knew each other, and had experienced the same test together in the Maple Leaf Forest before. They did not fight to the point of fierceness like Wu Xiaoxiao and Lin Fenghuo did.
Zhao Long said for the first time: "Admit defeat, you are no match for me."
Li Xintian's mouth that had just been opened was choked back by the other person's words. She was immediately dissatisfied and replied: "I know I can't beat you." She deliberately let it slip, paused, and then said: "But, I Still want to try.”
Zhao Long glanced at her coldly, without saying anything, and slowly pulled out the two swords hanging on his waist from the scabbard.
Zhao Long held the knife in his left hand without moving, raised another knife in his right hand, pointed it directly at Li Xintian, and said in a deep voice: "The water dragon chants, scattering the green lotus!"
Li Xintian didn't expect that the opponent would use San Qinglian from the beginning. He immediately retreated and jumped out of the attack circle formed by San Qinglian. At the same time, he pulled out two hairs about a foot long from the hair coiled behind his head. hairpin.
I saw that the whole body of the hairpin was as black as ink, and it was actually made of black iron mixed with gold essence, making it extremely hard. These two materials are the best materials for weapon refining, so even though this dark hairpin is inconspicuous, in terms of value, it is a hundred times more expensive than a pure gold hairpin! The tail of the hairpin does not have a pendant or tassel like the traditional hairpin or step. Instead, it is simply carved with a phoenix beak as the finishing touch. The lines of phoenix feathers carved on the hairpin are more like blood grooves than decoration.
Li Xintian knew the gap between the two sides and did not act rashly. Zhao Long held the handle of Qinglian's double-edged sword flat in his right hand. At this time, the blade had broken into pieces and scattered into small blades like petals around it. Each blade is connected by Zhao Long's restrained and solid inner strength, forming a ribbon-shaped "petal blade glow" composed of blade fragments, surrounding Zhao Long within two feet of his body.
Zhao Long gently waved the hilt of his right hand, and the blade light in the sky was like being driven by a wind pillar, constantly rotating and sweeping towards Li Xintian.
Li Xintian did not dare to be careless and immediately circulated the Thick Earth Strength Technique throughout his body. The dark golden thick soil makes the cloak already embroidered with dark gold patterns shine even more. Li Xintian no longer dodges, holds the hairpin tightly with both hands, twists his body and approaches Zhao Long. I saw that the girl's movement was light and she used the Youlong Movement to move around.
Pieces of blade light followed closely behind. Li Xintian used her physical strength to take advantage of them, but she could still deal with them. Occasionally, she could block the oddly fast blade light fragments one by one with her black iron and gold hairpin.
Everyone in the audience saw that the two sides were fighting inextricably from the beginning, and no one could do anything to the other, so they couldn't help but cheer.
It's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see that although Li Xintian has not used the special skill of pressing the bottom of the box, he is still relatively passive in the current situation. Zhao Long, on the other hand, was even more terrifying. He just pulled out his double blades from beginning to end and stood there without moving. Even he only used the double blades on his right hand, while the left blade was still in his hand and had never been used.
