Feng Baobao comes here.
Xiao Huo next to him had seen Zhang Chulan's competition.
I found that Zhang Chulan was indeed very interesting.
I felt angry.
Gritting his teeth: "Zhang Chulan, you are obviously so strong, why..."
Zhang Chulan smiled.
Xiao Huo clenched his fists in humiliation.
To him, Zhang Chulan is undoubtedly a strong person.
But it was completely different from the strong man he imagined.
Is it true that the most humble person is invincible?
Feng Xingtong smiled and said: "Sister, it seems that your competition is also very easy."
Feng Shayan hummed indifferently, but kept her eyes on the field.
Jia Zhengliang has arrived, but Zhang Tianyu has not come yet.
"Daozhang Wang, your Tai Chi Cloud Hands really opened my eyes!"
Zhuge Qing and Zhuge Bai were also among the crowd.
Seeing Wang Ye, he walked over.
Wang Ye said: "Excellent, Brother Zhuge is starting in the afternoon. Why don't you take a good rest and come to watch Master Tianyu's competition?"
Zhuge Qing sighed: "If there is no accident, I will face this person in the next game, but..."
The king also knew what he meant.
The shortlisted champion used all his skills and did not even touch the corner of Zhang Tianyu's clothes.
The pressure put on other contestants cannot be explained in a few words.
"Here he comes! Master Tianyu is here!"
Zhang Tianyu entered the room calmly.
Jia Zhengliang, who had been waiting for a long time, looked cold.
Before the referee called start.
Two immortal-killing flying knives flew out.
Different from the slender green and black dragon-pecking cone, the immortal-killing flying knife is green-white in color and is about five inches long.
Flying up and down around Jia Zhengliang, following his thoughts like an arm.
The air was torn from time to time, and the screaming sound was very harsh.
The referee from Longhushan shouted to start.
Jia Zhengliang did not rush to attack.
"What does he want to do?"
While everyone was guessing, two immortal-killing flying knives flew to Jia Zhengliang's feet.
He stepped on it and his body levitated.
He also imitated Zhang Tianyu from the finals and sat down cross-legged.
The immortal-killing flying knife lifted him up, about one meter above the ground.
In the field, Jia Zhengliang's red hair was fluttering, his sleeves were fierce, and his body was floating in the air.
I have to say that it can be scored as a nine out of ten for its appearance.
No wonder people in ancient times thought they had met a sword fairy when they saw a strange person.
Zhang Chulan grinned: "This is to overwhelm Brother Tian in terms of momentum!"
Zhuge Qing laughed and shook his head: "Is this considered to be Dong Shi's imitation?"
Wang Ye said calmly: "Although the traces of imitation are relatively heavy, his martial arts skills are indeed superb."
Zhang Tianyu was dumbfounded: "Yes, very energetic. I won't give you face if I don't sit down."
"Get on the bench for the Eighth Master!" the referee from Longhu Mountain understood.
Someone from Longhumen brought a Taishi chair.
Zhang Tianyu sat on it comfortably, crossing his legs.
People in the stands looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine Zhang Tianyu was selling in his gourd.
Jia Zhengliang was able to sit down in mid-air, it was his own skill that killed the Immortal Flying Sword.
Zhang Tianyu moved a Taishi chair. Is there such a competition?
Zhang Tianyu chuckled: "You don't know, but I actually have quite a lot of experience in guarding objects. This grand master's chair is my achievement in guarding objects for twenty years."
The stands immediately exploded.
Those two people from Longhumen who moved stools doubted life?
Really or not, what we moved were obviously ordinary stools!
Zhang Chulan became nervous: "Brother Tian is deceiving people again. This is a good opportunity to learn!"
Feng Baobao curled his lips: "You can't learn."
Zhang Chulan said loudly: “Where there is a will, there is a way!”
Zhang Tianyu in the venue seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Jia Zhengliang, your immortal-killing flying knife has twelve handles. How many kilograms does it add up to?"
Jia Zhengliang said coldly: "The immortal-killing flying knife is made of Youtan cold iron. The net weight of one handle is 835 grams."
Zhang Tianyu smiled and said: "It's less than ten kilograms. It's not good. My Taishi chair is made of wood. It weighs dozens of kilograms at least."
Zhang Tianyu held his chin: "Everyone is a master of things, and the Taishi Chair has a huge advantage in terms of weight. Let me put it here, if you can break my Taishi Chair today, I will lose."
His words caused an uproar in the stands.
Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded: "Brother Tian is playing such a big game?"
Feng Xingtong frowned: "That's an immortal-killing flying knife, made of cold iron. How can it resist the Grand Master's chair made of wood?"
Zhuge Qing was confused: "Daozhang Wang, do you think that the Grand Master's chair is really a royal object?"
Wang Ye shook his head: "How is that possible? It's just an ordinary chair."
Zhuge Qing, on the other hand, was even more puzzled: "Is Master Tianyu bent on defeat?"
The immortal-killing flying knife is made of special material and has been fed by Jia Zhengliang for many years.
Not to mention an ordinary Taishi chair, even if Zhang Tianyu is really a different person, the Taishi chair can't withstand the cold and sharp blade!
The three corpse gods of Jia Zhengliang in the venue jumped violently!
"You will pay the price for your arrogance!" After saying this, he could not maintain his posture of floating in the air.
Both feet landed, and all twelve immortal-killing flying knives appeared.
Flying around him like butterflies.
Three of the flying knives struck Zhang Tianyu, who was sitting comfortably, with lightning speed.
This is his tentative attack.
The eyes of everyone in the stands were also fixed on the trajectory of the flying knife.
The immortal-killing flying knife commanded by Ruju quickly hit Zhang Tianyu's shoulder.
With three clanging sounds, the flying knife bounced back.
It's still the subtle golden light that blends into the sunlight.
Jia Zhengliang took a breath of cold air.
He is very meticulous about his possessions.
When he noticed the three flying knives that hit Zhang Tianyu, the blades trembled uncontrollably!
But Zhang Tianyu still looked at Erlang's legs.
He rested his elbows on the back of the chair and his chin with his fists clenched.
Smiling look.
It's not like a competition, but more like a spring outing.
Jia Zhengliang took a sip of inner energy.
Protect yourself with six flying knives.
Three more handles flew out and formed an offensive with the three handles just now: "Sword Net!"
The screaming sound of flying knives piercing the air is like pouring out.
The six flying knives were like fishing nets, and golden threads burst out from Zhang Tianyu's body.
The golden thread flashes away, like a drunken painter waving his brush.
After a while, six flying knives left.
Jia Zhengliang gasped for breath. The sword net consumed a lot of Qi, and he couldn't maintain it for too long.
In just a few moments, the tips of the six flying knives turned red.
The air above was slightly twisted, exuding scorching heat.
Zhang Tianyu yawned: "That's it?"
Jia Zhengliang's face turned red and he recalled the six flying knives, waiting for them to cool down.
Time passed quietly.
In such a huge stadium, there are so many strange people in the stands.
All held their breath.
Maybe only Zhang Tianyu's yawn would make a little noise.
Jia Zhengliang adjusted his breath for a while and said in a deep voice.
"This is my last move. I wrap a special layer of Qi on all the flying knives like paste. The friction of these twelve immortal-killing flying knives is infinitely close to zero!"
He no longer retains the flying knife for protection.
Twelve immortal-killing flying knives were suspended in the air in front of him.
Wrapped in blue Qi.
Zhang Tianyu rubbed the shiny armrest of the chair: "What a coincidence, my Grand Master's chair is also patinated."
