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After Zhao Changlong was reprimanded by Elder Qiu, he didn't dare to get angry, and ran back to the martial arts arena. He saw Zhao Ning'an sitting on the stone, staring at the gauze in his hand in a daze, and ran over quickly.

"Ning An, how are you? Is there anything wrong?"

When Zhao Ning'an saw Zhao Changlong approaching, she turned her body aside. She was unwilling to say a word to disgusting people.

"I don't know who came from the Wudang sect. It's really rare to have such a big show!"

Zhao Changlong was talking to himself, and was about to sit on the rock next to Zhao Ning'an, but Zhao Ning'an got up and left.

Looking at her leaving back, Zhao Changlong grabbed a fist-sized stone on the ground and crushed it into powder.

"Hmph! After chasing you for three years, I don't even want to say a word. If this continues, don't blame me for being rough!"

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The food was ready, and after Zhang Sizheng and his party took their seats, the Patriarch of the Zhao family stood on the stand and said loudly.

"My sons of the Zhao family, today is really a good day. Not only did we invite Elder Qiu to preside over the martial arts competition for us, but also a generation of true biography of the Wudang sect and the contemporary head of the Emei sect came to watch us. In the Zhao family's martial arts competition this time, Zhang Daochang and Lu Zhang's strength have already entered the realm of grand masters, and Zhang Daochang is only 26 years old, and he is already a master at the peak of the middle stage of the master!"

When the Patriarch of the Zhao family first heard the news, he was also taken aback. What is the concept of a master's mid-term peak?The owner of Benlei Sword Village is only at the early stage of the master, and the master of the Taiyi sect is also at the early stage of the master, and these two sects are still high-ranking sects.

The Patriarch of the Zhao family finally understands now why the great elder of Benlei Sword Village treats a young man so courteously. His strength is an aspirational existence in the entire Kunlun world.

"Hiss! 26 years old, the peak of the middle stage of the master? My god, what kind of genius is this?"

"I'll go. I'm 28 this year. I'm only a second-rate martial artist. I'm more popular than others!"

"Daozhang Zhang is so handsome! I don't know if there are any Taoist companions!"

"What is a master? Are there any innate warriors who are powerful?"

"Grandmaster can hit 1 innates, and with a wave of his hand, he can wipe out the Zhao family. Do you think it's powerful?"

"Hiss, Grandmaster is indeed terrifying!"

"Then I can't even match Zhang Daochang's toes?"

"Wake up, you can't even compare to a hair of others!"

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Even Zhao Ning'an, who has always been calm, is not calm anymore. She always thought that Zhang Daochang, who bandaged her hands, was at most a late-stage innate warrior. She never thought that he was a master. The person she needed to look up to was so powerful and so dreamy. , Can I really catch up with him?

Clap clap!For a moment, the Zhao family's children below clapped their palms quickly, each with their heads held high, hoping that the people above would take a look at them.

After being glanced at by the master, he can boast in this life.

The Patriarch of the Zhao family lightly raised his palm, then pressed it down, and the Zhao family disciples immediately fell silent.

"Next, I announce the official start of the martial arts competition. According to the level of strength and the martial arts cards drawn in advance, there will be two groups of competitions!"

"The following are those who have reached the first-class strength, and the competition will begin! Please invite the contestants to come on stage!"

As soon as the head of the Zhao family finished speaking, Zhao Changlong and another disciple of the Zhao family rushed to the high platform.

There are only two first-class fighters in the entire Zhao family, one is Zhao Changlong, the son of the head of the Zhao family, and the other is a guest raised by the Zhao family. The eyes of the Great Elder specially set up this competition.

The two bowed their hands to each other on the stage, and then directly fought together.

Zhao Changlong's martial arts looks very good, his movements are beautiful, he opens and closes freely, and a group of Zhao family children in the audience shouted again and again.

But Zhang Sizheng, Lu Jing, and Elder Qiu sitting on the table lost interest after a few glances.

Although this Zhao Changlong was good at martial arts, it was only on the outside. He obviously lacked stamina when he punched the opponent, and when he punched the opponent, all his internal energy dissipated, and he couldn't concentrate on one point.

The Patriarch of the Zhao family obviously didn't see this, but watched Zhao Changlong performing below triumphantly, and from time to time looked at the people eating at the table, and was also very happy to see a few people staring intently at the back of the competition stage.

With one person down and admitting defeat, the competition was declared over.

"A few adults, I don't know how the dog will perform?"

Patriarch Zhao bowed his hands to Zhang Sizheng and asked.

"Well, very good, very good!"

Zhang Sizheng squeezed Lu Wanzhou's little hand and said with a smile.

"Haha, thank you Daoist Zhang for your compliment!"

Patriarch Zhao's face was full of joy, and he could hear the praise from the master, so his son must be very good.

Zhao Changlong was also very happy and looked up, and waved his hands below the stage, looking very high-spirited.

"Continue to the next competition!"

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There were not many people sitting at the table. Besides Elder Qiu, there were also Zhang Sizheng, Lu Jing, Lu Wanzhou, Lu Wanning, and Qian Duoduo.

Originally, Elder Qiu didn't really want to sit down, but Zhang Sizheng spoke up, and he was too embarrassed not to do it. He was a man in his seventies and eighties, and couldn't stand others' dog food, so he had to divert his attention to the martial arts competition in the audience on the field.

On Zhang Sizheng's left hand is Elder Qiu, on his right is Lu Wanzhou, followed by Qian Duoduo, Lu Wanning, and Lu Jing. The table is lined up in a semicircle.

Qian Duoduo and Lu Wanning were whispering, Lu Jing was eating casually, and Zhang Sizheng and Elder Qiu were chatting with each other.

In fact, he didn't want to chat with the bad old man, Elder Qiu, mainly to distract Lu Jing's attention. There was a shrew at home, so he had to guard against it.

Lu Wanzhou's palms were sweating, and Zhang Sizheng firmly held them in his hands. There were so many people around her, and she felt so nervous that she couldn't pull it out. She was too embarrassed to move too much, so she could only endure it Keep calm.

"I knew I should stay away from him!"

Lu Wanzhou thought to herself.

Originally, I wanted to ask about the poem just now, but when I sat in front of me, I couldn't get away.

Suddenly she felt that the man was gesturing something in her palm, at first she thought it was teasing her, but after careful consideration, it turned out that it was a poem.

When Zhang Sizheng wrote a word, Lu Wanzhou memorized one word. However, because he didn't think carefully about the previous few words, he didn't remember them. He only memorized the next three sentences.

"The spring breeze blows the sill of Revlon. If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

Lu Wanzhou repeated the next three sentences repeatedly, trying to keep them in her heart, but after reading too much, she suddenly blushed, looked up at Zhang Sizheng, quickly lowered her head, and picked up the food with her chopsticks.

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