From Jiu Shu's world

Although he used a heavy hand, he controlled it properly and did not hurt Tang Long's heart. He would not die if he threw it away at will.

"Zhang Chulan fights against Tang Long, Zhang Chulan wins!"

The referee took a deep look at Zhang Chulan before announcing the result of the game loudly. Zhang Chulan is hiding deep enough.

Yuanlong Lvying, all the knowledgeable big shots finally saw the tip of Zhang Chulan's iceberg, and they were surprised, but they had a feeling that they should be so.

The grandson of Zhang Huaiyi, who ruled the world back then, should have such strength.

It is also in this way that the origin of the body can really exist.

In the auditorium, the noise gradually subsided. No matter how loud those self-deceiving guys shouted, they couldn't change the fact that Zhang Chulan instantly killed Tang Long.

They can only admit that this rogue-like guy is really strong.

"Hahaha, I was mistaken, old master, you juniors are not bad, apart from being shameless, your strength is not bad."

The old man Lu Jin laughed loudly, the old heavenly master looked relieved, but said: "It's all thanks to Zhang Daoyou."

Zhang Chulan's thunder was a little less impatient and a little more calm, and it even aroused the aura of heaven and earth, which was naturally the result of Henry Zhang's teaching.

Henry Zhang nodded in response, but his eyes were on the field, and he said: "It's time for Zhuge Qing and Wang to compete."

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye, one is a descendant of a famous family, a generation of arrogance, and the other is Tian Yelincai, a dark horse who has risen in the competition.

The duel between the two naturally attracted everyone's eyes and ears, and the old master wanted to see the method Henry Zhang passed on to Zhuge Qing.

"Zhuge Qing is fighting against the king."

On the playing field, Zhuge Qing and Wang also stood in the field. Unlike Zhuge Qing who was smiling and unrestrained, Wang also had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, yawned, and his back was slightly hunched, making him look extremely lazy and tired.

"Daoist Wang Ye, you don't look very good with your appearance."

Zhuge Qing looked at Wang Ye with a smile, and said.

Wang also let out a sigh of relief, spread his hands, and said, "There is no way, the pressure you bring is too great. I stayed up all night trying to win you, and I was exhausted."

Wang also stretched lazily, and stood up straight with his back on his back. He said, "I said, Zhuge Qing, why don't you take it for the sake of my hard work and admit defeat?"

"Daoist Wang Ye, are you joking?"

Zhuge Qing's eyes met Wang Ye's, and he said calmly.

"Sure enough, we still have to do it."

Wang also felt a little helpless, Zhuge Qing couldn't be dismissed with just a few words.

After he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of Zhuge Qing the next moment.

He was in the air, but he had already made several palm prints, the palm wind was like a knife, gathering like a tide.

"What a sharp hand."

Zhuge Qing's eyes froze, and his figure moved accordingly, avoiding the palm wind.

He also raised his palm and began to fight against the king.

Although the Zhuge family doesn't have the famous boxing skills like Baguazhang, but his foundation is here, even if it is poor, it is not so bad.

The two fought for a while, and Wang also attacked like rain.

The continuous flow is second, and it is as violent as a gust of wind and rain.

Beside the two of them, Qi rolls of gravel.

Suddenly, Wang also retreated quickly like a frightened bird.

"Boom"

The next moment, where he was standing just now, several clods of soil exploded, like a mountain rising from the ground, with extraordinary momentum.

"Huh, it's good to hide quickly."

Wang Ye fell in the distance, he smiled, and said: "Sure enough, it's a little bit reluctant. I really can't do it if I want to defeat you before you use Wuhou Qimen."

"hehe"

Zhuge Qing looked at Wang Ye and said, "Since this is the case, shouldn't Daoist Wang Ye use some real skills, at least you as a warlock, don't look down on me who is also a warlock."

Chapter 434 Chaos Gold Watchman

Zhuge Qing has never been defeated by his peers in the clan, and it is even more difficult to meet opponents in the field of warlocks.

Now that he suddenly found out that Wang Ye, a fellow of his generation, was a master among warlocks, he was naturally delighted and wanted to have a real contest.

Wang also knew that this was Zhuge Qing's invitation to fight, so he said helplessly: "It's really troublesome. Fortunately, someone taught me something, otherwise it would be even more troublesome."

Henry Zhang taught him the art of thunder and witchcraft, and he set the time to learn it all night in the interior scene.

Although all the time was consumed by Henry Zhang lent him, he was still extremely exhausted mentally.

You must know that the thunder witch technique taught by Henry Zhang is not a simple thing. After one night, Wang also only said that he had entered the door and mastered it initially.

"Xunzijue"

Zhuge Qing settled the middle palace, and the starting hand was his best style.

The silent wind, like a blade hidden in the air, stabbed at Wang Ye.

The king also fought without moving, this time he did not dodge, chanted in a low voice, raised his hand to sacrifice and shot out a thunderbolt.

The collision of wind and thunder is invisible.

But there was a loud noise.

"Rayfa?"

Zhuge Qing was surprised, and immediately denied it himself. Although it looks similar, it is definitely not Lei Fa.

With a pensive expression on his face, he remembered the family's classics, and then said in a surprised tone: "Witchcraft?"

Wang also nodded and said, "That's right, it's witchcraft."

Naturally, Wu Zhu's lineage also has characters like the sorcerers who divine the world. They all follow the rules of the world and borrow the power of the world, rather than the power completely cultivated in the body.

Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes, he only felt that it was interesting, witchcraft is even rarer than this technique, and he longed for this kind of confrontation even more.

Not to mention that this witchcraft seems to be quite ordinary.