Heart Survey

Chapter 49

"The winner, Zhao Tiehe in Sanshan City!"

The referee's announcement finally landed, and almost at the same time, Zhao Tiehe's figure thumping his fists fell to the ground.

His injury was actually much heavier than Lin Zhengli's, and his physical strength had already reached the limit.

At this point he limped down and lay on his back.

Lin Zhengli, who was next to him, was almost smashed into the pit with his fist, and he was already in a coma.

The gravel, broken vines, big pits, splashes, bloodstains on the field were devastated.

And the applause outside the field only sounded at this time.

It was just sparse at first, since neither side of the war was from their village, but it quickly exploded.

This battle was too exciting, and it also made everyone realize the tenacity of the monks in Sanshancheng.

He admired Zhao Tiehe, and then changed his outlook on the city behind him.Perhaps, this is what they are fighting to the death and most want to prove.

They were born in a barren land, in the mountainous area surrounded by beasts, but they are not barbarians. They have their own love and hate, their own pursuits, and their own... honor.

"It's not easy." Ling He clapped and his hands turned red. He was probably the only one among all the people who had never called a monk in Sanshancheng in contempt.

Because he understands the feeling of being despised, he never demeans others.

Zhao Rucheng only focused on another question: "If these two are like this, the third brother will win without a fight!"

Huang Azhan next to him has already calculated: "If you win a game with ten points of Taoism, you won't need to fight these two games. The first-year leader of the Three Cities Lun Dao will receive double the Taoist reward. Add up... [-] points of Taoism. Half a piece Kaimai Dan! Must treat!"

If it weren't for Jiang An'an's presence, I'm afraid Sanfenxianglou would have said it.

"What is Daoxun? Is it valuable?" Jiang Anan asked curiously.

"Yeah." Zhao Rucheng already knew the story of Jiang An'an making money to "pay off debts", and teased her: "A little Daoxun is more than the box of treasures you earned!"

Jiang An'an held her fingers and counted for a while, then opened her hands wide and drew a large circle, "It's really a lot!"

……

After the first round of the battle, there was only a short recovery time.It's not fair to Zhao Tiehe, who has just experienced a hard battle, but the rules are like this.

After the referee asked again and again, Zhao Tiehe still stood staggeringly, and he still had to fight.

Jiang Wang stood opposite him, pressing the sword with his hand, his eyes narrowed.

"Come down." Sun Xiaoman said.

She looked like a little girl, and her voice was like a little girl, but Zhao Tiehe couldn't ignore what she said.

He turned his head, looked at Sun Xiaoman and said, "I still have a life to fight."

His attitude was not drastic, but rather gentle, because he was describing the facts.

Jiang Wang is by no means weak, he defeated Yang Xingyong head-on, and he is in full state at this time.

At this moment, he really has nothing to fight for, except life.

"Your life is very important, and Sanshan City needs you very much." Sun Xiaoman said seriously: "Before you were allowed to work hard because you still had a chance. Now you are not allowed, because the chance is gone. You have accumulated a lot on your body. Resources, your life cannot be wasted in vain."

I don't know what word persuaded him.Zhao Tiehe turned around and stumbled off the field.

I don't know if he was delusional or not, the moment he turned around, Jiang Wang seemed to see the tears flashing in his eyes.

How could such a man cry?

Jiang Wang couldn't understand how paranoid these Sanshancheng monks cared about winning or losing.

He has tried his best, why is he sad that he can't fight to the death?
With such doubts, Jiang Wang ushered in the third round of the round-at this time, Lin Zhengli hadn't even woken up yet, and Lin Zhengren once again conceded defeat in his place.

Jiang Wang just became the one-year leader of the Three Cities Talking Taoism. Because of the relationship between the opponent and the loser, it doesn't seem to be very convincing, but...

"Never mind! It's true that Daoxun got it." Zhao Rucheng said.

At this time, Jiang Wang had already retreated to the sidelines and became a spectator with Ling He and others.

For the cultivators who won glory for them, the people of Fenglin City were still very tolerant, but they made room for Jiang Wang, who was resting.

Jiang An'an and the arrogant little girl sat next to each other at the front, while Jiang Wang and the others sat in the back chatting casually.

The only thing that surprised Jiang Wang was that the cloud blanket sitting on the ground was not written by Zhao Rucheng, but brought by the old man who was protecting the little girl Qingzhi.

This cloud blanket is extremely light in weight and extremely soft in texture. It is a favorite item that ordinary people cannot enjoy.However, Qing Zhi's family took out such a large piece of land.

Jiang Wang can only sigh with emotion, the world of the rich is really a mountain and a mountain is high.

Thinking that he was born from a young age, the family has a land and a shop, and that is not to worry about eating and drinking.Ever since I met Zhao Rucheng, I have often felt like a beggar.

The hunchbacked old man looked at Jiang Wang a few times, and suddenly said, "I didn't expect you to send back that box of treasures. Jiang Xiaoyou taught his sister very well."

The old man's voice was kind, but with his wretched face it was very unconvincing.

After all, Jiang Wang is not a person who judges people by their appearance, and he did not neglect his reply: "It should be. It was originally a joke among children, how can it be taken seriously?"

"The Master said: Unrighteousness and wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me. Jiang Xiaoyou's words are quite Confucian."

Discussing Confucianism with a Taoist disciple in Zhuangguo, this hunchbacked old man probably lost his book bag and lost his mind.

Jiang Wang casually said, "The game has begun."

……

Three Cities Lun Dao has one-year, three-year, and five-year grades, but the rules of the competition are generally the same.

Li Jianqiu and Wang Changxiang played at the same time, and three games were played at the same time.

Jiang Wang was engrossed, sitting and watching the overall situation.

Li Jianqiu's opponent came from Sanshan City. The matchup was still very exciting. The two sides showed extremely delicate Daoist manipulation.

The battle between Wang Changxiang and the monks in Wangjiang City was relatively simple.After the battle began, he first used Taoism to summon fog to obscure the opponent's vision.Then calmly pinch the tactic, blowing the tornado with a breath, and rolling the opponent into the sky.

Armored Taoist arts like the Tornado of Breathing are almost insoluble in this level of battle.Jiang Wang remembered that when he was in Xiaolin Town, he was able to suck Wang Changxiang dry with a breath of tornado, and he wondered if he gave up the following battles.

But after the battle, Wang Changxiang immediately took out a Daoyuan stone and began to absorb it...

It can be seen that the Wang family has invested heavily this time, and is about to win the position of the top three-year-old.

But what the people of Fenglin City paid the most attention to was the match of the mysterious man in black from Sanshan City.

When the black robe was undone, revealing a very happy little fat man, the people of Fenglin City who were watching all let out a regretful sigh.

In their imagination, the black robe should be a big devil with scars on his face.It just shouldn't be a soft fat guy who looks easy to bully.

But what didn't disappoint them in the end was that this little fat man was very strong!
At the beginning of the duel, I wonder if it was because of the successive defeats of the previous teammates, the three-year cultivator from Wangjiang City was in full force.

With five water cones in the lead, he also sneakily ambushed the wind blade between the water cones.

Then the ground thorns, and finally the raging waves are prepared.

The three elements of feng shui and soil are mixed, and a series of connections are dazzling.

And the little fat man in Sanshancheng only made one move from beginning to end—rushing.

He rushed forward mindlessly, almost rushing forward with overwhelming Taoism.

Rush in front of your opponent.

Then he punched and fell.

The battle is over.

The clothes on the little fat man's body were destroyed and there were holes everywhere, but the exposed fat was still white and red.

And the opponent has fallen.

A circle of people was stunned.

"His physical defense is too strong!" Ling He exclaimed.

"Is it a pure warrior?"

"No, the last punch was the Stone-Covering Fist. He used Taoism."

"There is no such thing as stone skin, why is the defense so strong?"

After all, these people are young and have little knowledge, and they have no clue after discussing for a long time.

"It's the Kunpi drum, a Taoist technique that is permanently solidified." Leng Buding, the hunchbacked old man who had been listening for a long time beside him said quietly.

But he refused to say more about the specific information about this Dao technique.

　Thanks to the book friend Luyu Time for the reward!In addition, the little fat man is going on a rampage to recommend a ticket!Hit it if you don't give it!

　
(End of this chapter)