Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

Seeing Zhang Nian approaching with a greedy look, Wang Xueyue frowned in disgust.

At this time, as Zhang Nian walked over, the cameras of the reporters surrounding him naturally followed.

"This is the heir to Ninja?"

"Wang Xueyue who claims to kill people invisible?"

"Oh my God, why did she appear here?"

When the camera panned to this side, there was an instant burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Although Wang Xueyue covered her face with a mask, her black eyes were as deep as water.

Her hair was pulled up in a high bun, and she was dressed in white to set off a superb figure.

With these alone, people can't take their eyes off her.

But all of this is nothing in Zhang Nian's eyes.

Now all he can think about is the Wuji stick.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xueyue's face paled, and a black shadow flew out of her hand with a whoosh.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Nian suddenly hugged the moon in his arms, his body like flowing water.

Tap your toes lightly, and you have already dodged.

Seeing that the blow was missed, Wang Xueyue made two groans in his hand, and two short thorns appeared.

Shinobi is famous for its speed and weirdness.

I saw two short thorns across Zhang Nian's chest in an instant.

But Zhang Nian was not slow to react.

In an instant, he dodged the blow with his chest and back drawn.

Without waiting for Wang Xueyue to come back, he directly saw the moon.

The short thorn circled directly in the air.

The reporters around were dumbfounded.

"How does it feel like two people are dancing."

"Yeah, they don't know each other."

"Not serious at all."

Just as she was talking, Wang Xueyue didn't know what was going on.

As soon as he lost his center of gravity, the whole person fell into Zhang Nian's arms.

Zhang Nian was naturally unambiguous, and stretched out his hand to catch him in his arms.

Naturally, Wang Xueyue did not expect this to happen.

She panicked and wanted to stand up.

But I didn't want Zhang Nian's heart to move, secretly saying that this is not a good opportunity?

For Wuji stick, I fought.

At this time, Wang Xueyue twisted her waist and pushed her whole body up.

Just put a pink and tender face on Zhang Nian's mouth.

Zhang Nian only felt a scent coming out of his nostrils.

Immediately afterwards, there was a soft feeling from the top of the mouth.

"Ding, the task of kissing the king's blood moon is completed, and the reward is a Promise Stick, which has been deposited."

There was an electronic voice in my head.

A Wuji stick appeared in front of Zhang Nian in an instant.

Wang Xueyue recovered from her embarrassment and anger at this time.

A slap came over.

Snapped.

Where can Zhang Nian let her hit.

Seeing the wind blowing under his feet, he simply moved two steps and already dodged it.

Whoa!
There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd of reporters around.

"It's so exciting."

"It seems that Wang Xueyue of Ninja Dao is not as powerful as imagined."

"Yeah, but it can be defeated with one move, and it also takes advantage by the way, tsk tsk."

As the voices of the crowd sounded again.

Wang Xueyue's face became very ugly.

Forbearance preacher, when did he suffer such insults!
Zhang Nianzheng is complacent about getting the Wuji stick.

In an instant, more than a dozen figures appeared around him.

Looking back, I saw that these dozen or so people were all dressed like Wang Xueyue.

Even the body movements are exactly the same.

"Separation?"

Tang Yun, who was standing beside her, was still engrossed in jealousy.

But when she saw that Wang Xueyue had performed Ninja Clone.

My heart turned to worry about Zhang Nian's safety.

"Shameless, let's fight to the death today!"

Wang Xueyue said harshly.

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen clones rushed towards Zhang Nian at the same time.

When Zhang Nian was in a hurry to parry, he didn't think that the three punches in front of him turned out to be shadows.

But he has already been counted in the body.

"Sigh, it's true that Tai Chi is still a bit short."

"Ninja Dao is at the top of the list anyway."

"Tai Chi is also fancy after all. I don't know if it was just luck."

Seeing that Zhang Nian seemed a little overwhelmed, the reporters turned back instantly.

At this time, Tang Yunliu frowned, and couldn't help but gently pinched the phone in her hand.

I secretly sweated for Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian has not come back for so many years, and the situation in Qingyun City has changed suddenly.

Masters emerge in an endless stream.

Although it defeated a few countable people before.

But after all, there are so many masters here, I'm afraid he is also powerless.

At this time, Zhang Nian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was hit a few times just now, but it made him calm down a lot.

While he was thinking about it, he turned around and made a gesture.

No one discovered how a delicate cast steel stick appeared in Zhang Nian's hands.

At this time, Wang Xueyue didn't hesitate even more, and the short stab dance in his hand whistled.

More than a dozen figures rushed towards Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian closed his eyes and concentrated, and slowly danced the Wuji stick in his hand.

Only the whistling wind can be heard.

In the mind, more than a dozen figures instantly turned into one person, rushing towards Zhang Nianzheng.

"Is this kid giving up?"

"Notify colleagues, hurry up and change the manuscript, Tai Chi is about to lose."

"The world of Qingyun City is beyond the control of a brat after all."

The questioning voice next to him sounded again.

Seeing Wang Xueyue flying towards Zhang Nian's eyebrows like a short stab bullet in his hand.

Zhang Fenglong, who was sitting in front of the screen, also raised his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly weird smile.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound that was caught off guard.

"what!"

"This, how is this possible."

"I, I must be dazzled."

Following this sound, the figure of Wang Xueyue paused, and the short stab in his hand came out.

A long steel cast stick was accurately placed between her eyebrows.

Zhang Nian opened his eyes and exerted a little force in his hand.

Boom.

Wang Xueyue soared into the air, smashing a two-meter-high sandbag next to her with a bang.

The fine sand in the sandbag was scattered all over the ground in an instant.

And Wang Xueyue, who was lying on the ground, was about to get up, but he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

For a moment, the scene was silent.

Everyone's expressions were surprisingly consistent.

Except for Tang Yun with a happy face, the rest of them opened their mouths and eyes wide open, even if they blinked, they were afraid of missing something.

Zhang Nian smiled coldly and pinned the Promise Stick behind his back.

He turned to look at the two people standing next to him.

One of these two people looked like a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure, but there was a cold light between his eyebrows and eyes.

The other one was short in stature, with a slightly stooped back.

More like an old man, he is closing his eyes at this moment, as if everything around him has nothing to do with him.

"awesome."

While looking at the scene on the phone, Tang Yun waved excitedly at Zhang Nian.

"I'll go, Chinese martial arts master x."

"I know this trick, what is it called? Back then."

"Hehe, beat them up and make them worship foreigners."