I am not a serious young man

Lin Jingyu's opponent in the first round was Lu Renjia from Chaoyang Peak, a disciple of the fifth level of Yuqing. The two had just started fighting, and within a few moves, Lin Jingyu's Xuanbing Immortal Sword knocked down the opponent's magic weapon, and he obtained it neatly. won the first victory.

"Jing Yu is so powerful..." Zhang Xiaofan sighed.

"Hey! I don't know if he is powerful or not, but you are really powerful!" A voice came from beside him, Zhang Xiaofan was shocked.

Zhang Xiaofan turned his head to look, but it was a young-looking disciple, about 20 years old, very handsome, dressed in white, holding a folding fan, staring at the little gray on Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder in surprise .

"Senior brother, do you think I'm good? What's wrong with me?" Zhang Xiaofan asked doubtfully.

The young man continued to stare at Xiao Hui, and casually said: "Can you raise a three-eyed spirit monkey, isn't that amazing? Maybe it's the only one in the world..."

Xiao Hui was annoyed by this guy's stare, and couldn't help but stick his paw on it.

This young man reacted very quickly, he dodged the danger, his eyes were still fixed on Xiao Hui, as if he liked it very much.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan quickly grabbed Xiao Hui, wondering: "Senior brother, what is a three-eyed spirit monkey?"

"What is a three-eyed monkey? What is a three-eyed monkey? If you want to know, I will take you to study it right now! This monkey of yours is the legendary three-eyed monkey." The young man said with a smile .

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Xiao Hui ignorantly, feeling a little unbelievable...

"Hey, Junior Brother, I don't know your name yet. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zeng Shushu."

"Uncle Zeng~~?" Zhang Xiaofan was stunned.

"It's Zeng Shushu! From Fenghuifeng, Shuben's book~ What about you?" Zeng Shushu said, still staring at Xiaohui.

Zhang Xiaofan always feels that this guy has bad intentions for his little gray, so he said slowly: "Longshoufeng, Zhang Xiaofan... Brother, can you stop looking at Xiao Hui like that...it has a bad temper!"

Zeng Shushu rubbed his hands, "Junior Brother Zhang, let me hug Xiao Hui...I only read the records in "Strange Stories from Gods and Demons", and this is the first time I have seen a real three-eyed monkey... Its temper Good or bad... I like it so much~"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Zeng Shushu vigilantly.

Zeng Shushu hesitated for a moment, pulled Zhang Xiaofan to the outside of the crowd, took out a thick book from his arms, his expression suddenly became obscene, "Junior Brother Zhang, so, let me show you this rare treasure. How about Xiao Hui lending me a hug...?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Zeng Shushu's appearance...

If Zheng Jian were here, he would find that this guy's expression was exactly the same as that of Zeng Shuchang yesterday... the same wretchedness!

……

When Zeng Shushu was promoting the study materials to Zhang Xiaofan, Zeng Shuchang, who was on the judging panel at the Tianzihao stage, also looked nervously at Zheng Jian.

In this arena, Zheng Jian, Zeng Shuchang and Tian Buyi sat at the top to watch the battle, but Zeng Shuchang didn't care about the match at all!

Even if it is his Fenghuifeng disciple who is competing at this time...

"Hey hey~ Senior Brother Zheng, my brother... I couldn't study last night, I couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning... My boy, how is the textbook today... how is it?" Zeng Shuchang glanced around, and immediately sat upright, his lips moved slightly, But it is sound transmission.

Zheng Jian knew it well, and said noncommittally: "Well... if you study the textbook... this is my treasure! If you want it, it's not impossible... It's just that the textbook is hard to come by..."

When Uncle Zeng heard something interesting, he was a very smart person, so he immediately understood Zheng Jian's implication.

I saw his head tilted, approaching Zheng Jian, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zheng, as long as the content of the textbook is good, the younger brother will definitely thank the older brother..."

Zheng Jian smiled slightly, revealing a corner of a textbook from his sleeve.

When Uncle Zeng saw it, he immediately became excited...

It's just the tip of the iceberg, only a part of the cover is exposed, but the delicate and clear sense of the picture still makes Uncle Zeng short of breath, his eyes widen, that kind of fine detail...

Uncle Zeng suddenly felt that his treasures were garbage...

"Senior Brother Zheng, Senior Brother Zheng, please make a price! I want this study textbook..." Zeng Shuchang's eyes turned green.

Zheng Jian smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling, "Junior Brother Zeng, I'm not exaggerating to tell you that this textbook is absolutely unparalleled in the world! A rare treasure..."

Tian Buyi watched from the side, and felt that Zeng Shuchang's eyes were very strange, "What are you two doing?"

Uncle Zeng immediately said vigilantly: "Nothing! I'm asking Senior Brother Zheng about his spiritual practice."

Tian Buyi was stunned, "You call him... senior brother? When did he become your senior brother?"

Uncle Zeng was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "The one who has mastered it is the first! Brother Zheng is already too clear, why should I call him brother?"

Tian Buyi: "..." For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with Uncle Zeng!

"Senior Brother Zeng, Senior Brother Tian, ​​this round of competition is over!" On the ring, the referee shouted.

"Oh, oh, okay!" Uncle Zeng was taken aback, and hurriedly got up to announce the result of the competition.

"Master, why aren't you happy that I won?" Fenghuifeng disciple looked at Zeng Shuchang, a little aggrieved.

Zeng Shuchang: "...It's just the first round, so be happy! When you get No.1, I will give you the first seat as a teacher!"

Feng Huifeng disciple: "...I don't dare." What you said...how dare I accept it?

Taking advantage of the gap at the end of a game, Uncle Zeng couldn't wait any longer, pulled Zheng Jian and said, "Senior brother Zheng, make an offer!"

Zheng Jian smiled a little reservedly: "Your...you see, I don't have a long body, so I want to prepare a magic weapon for my disciple...Junior Brother Zeng, look..."

Uncle Zeng's eyes widened immediately, "My good fellow, Senior Brother Zheng, you are such a lion! You want a magic weapon for a... study textbook?"

Zheng Jian smiled slightly and didn't say much, "Don't want to? Forget it, I can keep it for myself."

After saying that, Zheng Jian got up and went back to the ring.

Just a few steps away, Zeng Shuchang grabbed Zheng Jian, gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother Zheng, you are such a profiteer! You won! I will give you a magic weapon..."

"I don't want to be broken! If it is lower than the Liuhe mirror, you don't want to take it out..." Zheng Jian smiled treacherously...

Uncle Zeng was taken aback, then furious, "Liuhe mirror is the magic weapon of the patriarch, where does my great uncle Chang have such a magic weapon...a common magic weapon, plus a piece of nine-day meteorite...this is my final price, if you are not satisfied ...I can't help it..."

Zheng Jian pondered for a moment, and he could see that this was indeed Zeng Shuchang's bottom line...

"Okay, deal! Don't worry, I assure you, this study material is absolutely unique!"

Uncle Zeng nodded dubiously, "Okay, as soon as today's game is over, we'll trade on the spot!"

"No problem." Zheng Jian firmly agreed.

When the two of them negotiated this big deal between Fenghui Peak and Longshou Peak, the first round of the Qimai Martial Arts Competition had also been completely over, and the top 32 was born. Except for Zhang Xiaofan who had a bye and directly advanced, Lin Jingyu, Song Daren, Qi Hao, Chang Jian and other elite disciples of all lines have basically qualified.

From the second round, the competition became more intense. Zeng Shuchang finally suppressed his enthusiasm for the textbooks and watched the competition seriously.

"Brother Zheng, this is Qi Hao from your Longshou Peak, right? He has a solid ice sword with a solid foundation, and his realm has almost touched the threshold of the ninth floor of Yuqing... It seems that he is the favorite to win the championship in this seven-vein martial arts competition... "Uncle Zeng often saw Qi Hao winning the competition neatly in the field, and couldn't help but praise him.

"Hmph!" Next to him, Tian Buyi snorted coldly, "Isn't it Yu Qing Ba, what's so special about it!"

Zheng Jian's eyes were sharp, and he saw a beautiful figure in the audience below at a glance, "It really is Tian Ling'er... Tsk tsk, Tian Buyi, Tian Buyi, you are ignoring Qi RiTian from Longshou Peak, but you don't care about it." I know your precious daughter can't escape..."

Sure enough, Qi Hao won the competition, intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Tian Linger, who was full of little stars in the audience, and secretly fired.

Tian Linger suddenly looked shy...

Tian Buyi didn't see it, if he saw it, wouldn't he just roll up his sleeves and rush down to beat Qi Hao?

Discharging someone else's daughter in front of her father, as expected of Qi Ritian, really courageous!

After the first round of competition, after resting for half an hour, the second round started nervously.

In this round, 32 teams entered the round of [-]. There are almost no weak players, and every opponent should not be underestimated.

Zheng Jian and the three of them are in this arena, the first match happens to be Zhang Xiaofan, and his opponent is none other than Dazhu Fengtian's third disciple - Zheng Dali!

"Hey, Tian Buyi, your disciples are against Senior Brother Zheng's disciples...hahahaha, this is a good match!" Seeing the two opponents in the ring, Uncle Zeng burst into laughter.

"What's the matter? My three disciples are incompetent, but they also have the level of Yu Qingliu, Zhang Xiaofan wants to win, it's not that easy!" Tian Buyi's face is not very good, but he still insisted.

"Oh? Brother Tian, ​​do you have so much confidence in your disciple? Why don't we make a bet, if Zheng Dali can hold ten moves under Zhang Xiaofan's hands, you will win! How about it?" Zheng Jian glanced at Tian It's not easy, he said with a half-smile.

"Hmph! Relying on Senior Brother Wan's Dragon Slaying Sword, the victory is unwarranted! I'm not going to be fooled by you..." Tian Buyi said angrily.

For ascetics, a good magic weapon has great effect, Zhang Xiaofan with the dragon-slaying sword in his body, even if he is just Yu Qingwu, it is still no problem to hang Zheng Dali.

On the court, Zheng Dali didn't dare to be careless when facing Zhang Xiaofan, and sacrificed his magic weapon immediately.

However, to Zheng Dali's surprise, Zhang Xiaofan carried the Dragon Slaying Sword behind him, and he didn't intend to unsheath it at all.

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Chapter 465 Wing Chun, Zhang Wen

Jury seat.

Tian Buyi and Zeng Shuchang were a little confused, "Junior Brother Zheng, what the hell is that apprentice of yours doing? Why is the Dragon Slaying Sword still not out of its sheath?" Zheng Jian smiled slightly, as if he had expected it, "He plans to show everyone a A unique battle..."

Tian Buyi: "???"

Hundreds of spectators watched, none of them understood what Zhang Xiaofan was going to do...

"Big Bamboo Peak, Zheng Dali!" Zheng Dali also couldn't understand Zhang Xiaofan's way, but still cupped his fists, the magic weapon in front of him was ready.

I saw Zhang Xiaofan holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, posing in a strange posture, clenched his hands into fists, and said in a deep voice: "Wing Chun, Zhang Wen!"

Zheng Dali asked in confusion: "Aren't you called Zhang Xiaofan? What does Zhang Wen mean?"

Zhang Xiaofan was silent for a while, "My master said, with this set of punches, you have to say that!"

Zheng Jian: ╮(oo)╭

What an upright disciple...

Zheng Dali: "???"

After the audience was silent, there was an uproar.

"Junior Brother Zheng, what the hell is that apprentice of yours doing? Leave the Dragon Slaying Sword unused, and use your fists to block the magic weapon?" Tian Buyi's face was full of disbelief, "You don't have any conspiracy, do you?"

Zheng Jian laughed and said, "Just watch it!"

Anger appeared on Zheng Dali's face, "What does he mean? Do you think I'm not worthy for him to use a sword?"

In a rage, Zheng Dali controlled the immortal sword to attack first, carrying a golden light, he slashed towards Zhang Xiaofan like lightning.

Zhang Xiaofan watched Zheng Dali's celestial sword strike, his mind was clear, recalling the strange movement technique that Zheng Jian passed on to him...

"Is that apprentice of yours stupid?" Uncle Zeng couldn't help shouting, "Why don't you just run away?"

It's too late, it's too soon.

I saw Zhang Xiaofan's figure flickering, as if he had crossed the distance of space, he bypassed the attacking fairy sword in an instant, and appeared in front of Zheng Dali!

Then...the right hand clenched into a fist.

Straight right attack!

"Boom!" Before Zheng Dali could react, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek, and then his body also flew upside down.

"Fuck!" Zeng Shushu, who was watching the battle from the audience, rubbed his eyes, as if he thought he was wrong...

Tian Buyi got up abruptly, pointed at Zheng Jian, his short and fat body was trembling, "You... what kind of apprentice did you teach? Qimai knows martial arts, is it a gangster's brawl? It's so wrong!"

The entire audience was in an uproar again, it really was a unique battle!

Uncle Zeng also looked at Zheng Jian in shock, "Senior Brother Zheng! This...you taught this?"

Zheng Jian nodded as a matter of course, "Ah, otherwise? Who stipulated that magic weapons must be used? Fist is not good? The previous games were so boring that I fell asleep after watching them, so I just stood at both ends stupidly, directing The magic weapon against the bang...it's only fun like this...the Wing Chun Emmanuel Wave Punch! Punch to the flesh! Hey, Xiaofan really has my demeanor, ruthless, heavy punches..."

Tian Buyi: "..."

"What an insult to the gentleman! It's an insult to the gentleman!" Tian Buyi roared angrily, "The dignified cultivation sect disciples are actually fighting like the village scoundrels!"

The Qingyun disciples in the audience were all stunned. The four arenas were competing at the same time. Only here was the sound of Zheng Dali's fracture...

"hiss……"

Seeing Zheng Dali being beaten up and down like a fool, everyone gasped as if feeling the same way...

However, this kind of fighting looks... really bloody!

On the stage, Zheng Dali was stunned by Zhang Xiaofan's set of Wing Chun punches... This is a fist inspired by spiritual energy!

"Look at it, look at it... This is the disadvantage of not practicing moves and techniques! You will be dumbfounded when you meet someone like my disciple who is so fisted to the flesh?" Zheng Jian laughed so cheaply...

At this time, Zheng Dali was directly blasted into the sky by Zhang Xiaofan's uppercut!

"Zhang Xiaofan bombs repeatedly!" Zhang Xiaofan roared, his whole body shot up into the sky like a cannonball, and instantly appeared beside Zheng Dali, and then another elbow hammered on Zheng Dali's stomach...

Zheng Dali's body instantly bowed into a shrimp shape...and fell downward at an even faster speed!

Another combo...

"Boom boom boom..."