After noon, the martial arts arena ushered in the final battle, between Fang Na from the Confucian Academy, Ming Wu from the Guoshi Mansion, and Zhao Zhengli from the Tianshi Mansion.
The three of them all stood out from many of their peers and were as bright as stars. From then on, all three of them had the lowest title of the fifth rank. They also had seats as teachers of the three saints in the temple. They wore white brocade robes with carved silver threads and gold inlays. The medicinal jade belt is far more noble than the ordinary white-robed master's seat, and it is more noble than the ordinary civil servants and military officers in the temple.
The three of them stood on each side of the martial arts arena and looked at each other. Fang Na's delicate appearance looked even weaker in front of two eight-foot-tall opponents. Monk Mingwu had strong bones and strong bones, while Zhao Zhengli had a face as white as jade.
As the whistle sounded, none of the three people moved, each on their own guard.
Zhao Zhengli didn't place any more bets in this battle. Even he himself didn't know the odds of winning, but it didn't affect the onlookers at all. They spent dozens or even millions of real money on the three of them. The city king still used his strength to prove his opponent. Daochang Zhao affirmed that he had invested 500,000 yuan to win the first prize. He originally wanted to invest more, but was persuaded by several confidants in the Privy Council. After all, the risk was too great and he only had a one-third chance of winning.
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Fang Na held two gold and silver folding fans, monk Mingwu still held the wooden Zen staff, and only Taoist priest Zhao carried a long sword.
When it came to weapons, Zhao Zhengli had a slight advantage. He saw that the two of them had not moved for a while and took two steps forward. Fang Na and Monk Mingwu took two steps back almost at the same time. Zhao Zhengli spread his hands and said, "Is this way so terrible?"
That expression was completely provocative in the eyes of the two of them. Fang Na and Monk Mingwu looked at each other and attacked him with a tacit understanding. Zhao Zhengli suddenly felt something bad: "Hey! Don't form cliques!"
As he spoke, his hand began to draw his sword. A man and a woman rushed towards him. Zhao Zhengli quickly retreated to observe the changes in their expressions and looked for a fighter. Fang Na's delicate figure took the lead and threw out two folding fans, one gold and one silver. The gold and silver Frisbee usually spins in the air to attack Zhao Zhengli's upper and lower sections.
Taoist Zhao dodged and approached the two of them with his sword. Ku Monk Ming Wu held a wooden Zen staff to fight against him. When the cane collided with the Ziyang Sword, it made a unique metal "clang clang" sound. Zhao Zhengli secretly scolded Ku Monk Ming Wu for being insidious and actually using it. Imitation wooden Zen staff such as ironware.
Monk Mingwu pretended to be noble and performed a Buddhist salute, and you could see the smile on his face: "Amitabha, a soldier never tires of deceit. I have disappointed the Taoist priest. This staff is forged from tungsten steel meteorite!"
Zhao Zhengli cursed: "Pretending to look at the sword!"
The gold and silver folding fan that missed the blow drew an arc and returned to Fang Na's hand. She also joined the fight. The three of them fought for a while. It seemed that they were attacking Zhao Zhengli, but in fact, they were all on guard and did not use their full strength. This made outsiders think that Daochang Zhao was extremely tough in a one-on-one fight.
"My dear, the charlatan is really ferocious."
"Nonsense, he is just a ruthless character who is chasing down the Grand Master and scaring off the Tubo Imperial Master."
"But I heard that the old witch from Nanzhao is in the pseudo-grandmaster realm?"
"Isn't the fake grand master also a grand master?"
"It's over, should I bet on the human demon to win?"
"It's too late, the dealer has stopped betting."
The old emperor showed worry on the high platform, sent away the two noble concubines Li and Su to visit his two sons, returned to the camp and summoned the old eunuch Cao Yan, and ordered him to secretly arrange people to re-verify Zhao Zhengli's identity. He is likely to become the next Heavenly Master; the old emperor must ensure extreme safety.
The three people in the martial arts field were fighting to the point of boiling. Fang Na's delicate body burst out with transcendent energy, and she condensed the twelve zodiac giant beasts in one breath and attacked Zhao Zhengli. The twelve giant beasts let out various beast roars. The two figures slashed away with their swords. The twelve long swords required massive amounts of true energy to support them. They all relied on the advantage of the eight extraordinary meridians being thicker and smoother than ordinary people. The giant beasts and clones in the field exploded at the same time, and waves of true energy spread in all directions. While Zhao Zhengli was still fighting against Monk Mingwu, Fang Na took the opportunity to throw the gold and silver folding fan again, intending to attack from behind. At the same time, Fang Na left an afterimage on the spot; she followed the direction of the folding fan and pinched it. If your punching luck is good, you can hit it at any time.
When the two folding fans and Fang Na were close to Zhao Zhengli's back, he suddenly disappeared. The folding fans and Fang Na's prepared fists hit the bitter monk Mingwu directly. The sudden change shocked the two of them. The distance was too close and they could not hold back the folding fans and fists. , Monk Mingwu raised his Zen staff to block two folding fans, and received a solid punch from Fang Na on his lower abdomen.
The three grand masters watching the battle were secretly shocked by Zhao Zhengli's speed. It seemed that he had just disappeared out of thin air, but in fact it was a performance of extreme speed. This was almost the method of a grand master. Although extreme speed is child's play in the grand master realm, in the grand master realm it is completely dimensionality reduction. blow.
After Fang Na and Mingwu came to their senses, Zhao Zhengli quietly appeared above his head, holding a solid sword of true energy, looking down at the two men ferociously and taunting them: "A scholar in the Confucian Academy is also doing sneak attacks?"
Yan Bi stabbed the giant sword straight without any hesitation. The two of them were unprepared and hurriedly dodged to both sides. The sword's true energy exploded and was definitely injured, so dodging was the most direct option for the two of them.
"Bang!"
The sword energy directly poked tens of meters of sword pits on the ground from top to bottom. The fluctuation of true energy pushed Fang Na and Monk Mingwu out for tens of meters. They only felt pain in their backs and looked at the irritated Bai Bai in the distance. Faced with the Taoist priest, he was like a demon god carrying a long sword with bright purple light. He quickly attacked. The bitter monk Mingwu formed the seal and used the "Arhat Palm". Fang Na concentrated on gathering a magic sword several feet high out of thin air, with a huge palm print and a The divine swords that were several feet in length all slashed at him.
Zhao Zhengli suddenly separated into a figure, and the two Zhao Zhengli simultaneously performed "One Transformation of Ten Thousands". Since the true energy was divided into two, the condensed sword energy was also reduced. It was still shocking for one person to use more than 500 swords condensed with true energy. The force of destroying the heaven and the earth was like a law and order. One sword landed on the huge Buddha's palm, and another sword hit a giant sword dozens of feet tall. Only two thunderous explosions were heard from the martial arts field: "Boom! Boom!" , Zhao Zhengli was flying dozens of feet with blood, his clothes were torn, and Fang Na and Monk Mingwu were flying several meters with blood spilled from their mouth.
Zhao Zhengli was obviously at a disadvantage in this collision, but the opponent was two against one, and they were both talented people of the same generation. If they were to fight alone, there was no doubt that the two of them were no match for Daochang Zhao.
Zhao Zhengli was red-eyed in the battle. The two guys figured out his strength and clearly planned to join forces to fight him. Zhao Zhengli was ignited with anger. He clicked on the "Shenmen" to stop spitting blood. At the same time, he channeled his true energy, and the air flow in the martial arts field moved towards him. He swarmed around, his momentum suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly: "Come on! Fight to the death!"
When the sisters of the Bi family saw Zhao Zhengli bleeding and flying backwards in the stands, they panicked and shouted: "Despicable! A false Confucian and a false Buddha. If they can't defeat the Taoist priest, they join forces to fight him alone. Is it so difficult to admit that others are better than yourself?"
The crowds in the audience were all different. Most of the people who defended Daozhang Zhao were the gamblers who bought him to win, while those who disparaged were the characters who bought the other two. Only the stunning beauty in the white cloak in the crowd kept silent and watched quietly.
Yu Xiaowei also clenched her fists. Why didn't she want to fight for his injustice? When she noticed that Li Zhanyi's eyes suddenly sobered up when he looked at her, she realized why her emotions fluctuated with that bad Taoist priest?
Birou turned to look at the three great masters: "Master Tian, you just don't care? This is obviously unfair to Taoist Zhao!"
Zhao Tianshi gave the two sisters a comforting smile: "At the critical moment, the old Taoist will naturally take action. He is a member of the Tianshi Mansion, and the old Taoist will definitely protect him!"
"But……"
Biyu wanted to say something, but Birou stopped her: "Let's believe him for now!"
"But Daochang Zhao only has one life, how can you trust him a second time?"
"..."
Fang Na and Ku Monk Mingwu showed fear for the first time on the field. They had just attacked with all their strength, but the white-faced Taoist priest actually resisted. At this moment, he attacked the two of them like a madman. His arrogance was stronger than ever. Be crazy.
At that time, Zhao Zhengli was definitely desperate. Thinking of the rumored scene of him chasing down the Grand Master and scaring off the Tubo Imperial Master, the two of them could immediately understand how the other felt. This guy was completely crazy.
The two retreated with luck at first, ready to fight at any time. Zhao Zhengli flew in the air, his ragged cotton robes fluttering in the cold wind, his eyes filled with fighting intent, and the Purple Yang Sword in his hand was filled with zhenqi and the sword glowed.
Fang Na gathered her true energy to form a painting called "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains", which was far more realistic than Pang Haowei's. Every scene, every object, every tree and every grass in the painting was clearly visible, just like the scenery outside the window. Zhao Zhengli directly swung his sword to slash at the floating man. The "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in front of me: "Such tricks are trying to get you into trouble!"
With a "hiss" sound, the real picture was cut in half by Zhao Zhengli's sword. Fang Na's face turned pale and she quickly took a few steps back. Her eyes were full of shock. The true energy transformation that Confucian Academy is proud of is so unbearable?
Fang Na seemed to have forgotten the importance of state of mind. At this moment, she had been disturbed by the other party, so the true energy transformed into an object was only superficial.
Zhao Zhengli took the opportunity to use his "Fire Soul-Capturing Finger". Fang Na shook the gold and silver folding fan in her hand in the air, and shot sixteen silver needles from the gap of the folding fan. Zhao Zhengli was shocked and fired several palm shots in succession. With the power of his palm, he held the long sword in his hand to block the remaining needles. After avoiding it, Daozhang Zhao formed seals with both hands and used "Fire Soul-Absorbing Finger" and "One Finger to Return the Void", and shot Fang Na with a full five or six finger force.
Her delicate body stepped back one after another, and the force of his fingers fell half an inch in front of her. Two of them were saved by Monk Mingwu, who made her originally fair and soft face turn pale with fright.
Zhao Zhengli also took advantage of the gap between the monk's rescue and slashed at him with several swords, and with three or two finger strength, the monk Mingwu was overwhelmed. The last finger among them was the "Fire Soul-Captivating Finger" hidden in the sword energy. At the "Yunmen Point" on his left shoulder, his left arm suddenly became sore and numb. Zhao Zhengli quickly approached and appeared in front of Monk Mingwu in almost the blink of an eye. He reached out and touched the "Tanzhong" and "Qi She" points to seal the Qi in his chest.
The battle ended with the defeat of Monk Mingwu, the bitter monk, and Fang Na even lost the momentum to fight alone.
The participants in the battle were in danger, and the spectators were still unsatisfied. The old emperor in the camp on the high platform slowly got up and left the scene calmly.
The three great masters immediately brought back the young men under their disciples. The master was surprisingly generous and took out three dragon and tiger pills for the three geniuses to drink. Of course, they were inferior pills, not complete dragon and tiger pills. Even so, they were precious. Incomparable, the medicinal effect is equally astonishing, after all, the small pill contains the essence of dozens of rare and exotic herbs.
The sisters of the Bi family cheered so much that they almost rushed to the martial arts arena to celebrate. Yu Xiaowei also showed a beautiful smile inadvertently. Li Zhanyi was aware of it, and she already knew it with a smile on her lips.
Some monks in the crowd in the distance were talking happily, and some were dancing excitedly after winning a bet. The beautiful woman in a white cloak slowly disappeared from the crowd, and as the Crown Prince Song Chao Yan left sadly, the civil servants and Confucian scholars also left the scene cursing, and the city king Song Wenlai was afraid of the three saints in the temple. He smiled at Zhao Zhengli beside the old heavenly master from a distance, expressed his congratulations, and then left happily with his sleeves rolled up.
The three sages of the temple, the Confucian scholar Mu Deqing, the old heavenly master Zhao Hongyun, and the national master Master Yuanyi, these three old guys were not pleasing to anyone at that time.
Next to the three of them, Fang Na, Zhao Zhengli, and Mingwu Monk were very calm, keeping their heads down and taking care of themselves.
