Hero Cultivation System

"Wait a minute, I'm coming."

The words hit everyone's ears like a thunderbolt from the blue. Everyone was shocked and eclipsed by it. Dust fell from the roofs of the official buildings on both sides, and several of the dozens of people standing on the eaves were shaken. Not knowing where they were, they almost stepped on the air and fell down. Fortunately, someone around them caught them and prevented a tragedy.

"I'm coming...I'm coming...I'm coming..." The voice echoed farther and farther in the mountains...

At this moment, a figure soared into the sky, flew directly over the single-eaves hard mountain-style gate of the courtyard, turned gently in the midst of thousands of gazes, and landed safely in front of Jing Le, with a thin figure. Wearing black martial arts uniform and carrying a single sword on his back, it was the Liang Gong that everyone had been waiting for for a long time.

"I've met you two, I'm sorry for being late." Liang Gong cupped his fists and bowed to Jin Le, Zhong Li and Yiyi, and they quickly returned the salute.

"Ah! He is Liang Gong. He is still a young boy. Why did he come to participate in the main tournament? But this appearance is really... ugh!" Anyone in the audience who had not seen Liang Gong was immediately attracted by the age of the man in front of him. Defeated.

"Hahaha, where have you been these past few days? This guy has already won the rookie competition, and his strength is far beyond his peers. But you are right, this guy's voice is so fucking loud that it scared me. Big jump, I’ve seen arrogant people, but I’ve never seen anyone so arrogant.”

Zhong Lihe had never met Liang Gong and was equally shocked by Liang Gong's youth. He was also told by the old man that Liang Gong was a strong enemy. He also knew that he was very young, but he never expected that he would stand with a young man of about the same age as his own son. On the fighting field.

"Liang Gong." An undisguised female voice came from the platform on the second floor, which seemed particularly clear among the whispers of the crowd.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice, which made the overly excited Tang Qin blush.

Liang Gong naturally saw it too, and pretended to cough twice before awkwardly raising his hand to wave, with a smile on his face.

In fact, after what happened last night, he was completely disappointed in Wudang. Fortunately, he moved out of Taiji Lake overnight and returned to Shuangyang City to find a small hotel to stay temporarily.

"Damn it, kid, don't you want to participate in the main tournament?"

"Shuaiguo, these people are obviously afraid of me and are afraid that I will take away their position as the leader of the alliance. So when the tenth group of people named Kuang arrived, they simply let them arrest me. Didn't you see that I restrained the tenth group of people? The faces of these old men looked so ugly at that time. In this case, why should I take down this alliance leader who calls himself uncle behind closed doors?"

"Oh, winning the league leader competition is a mission, and you can't refuse it. Do you want to be absorbed by me and become immortal? Besides, don't you think it would be more interesting if they don't give it to you, so you just snatch it from their mouths?"

Well, this makes sense. If you don't let me compete, I will grab the leader of the alliance. When the time comes, the faces of the five old men and the old woman will definitely look very good.

Hehehe, it’s worth the trip just for this glimpse.

Speaking of being absorbed into the system, Liang Gong thought of the miserable situation of the old man disguised as Quan Li, and couldn't help but shudder, vivisection! After the dissection, you were restored to health, but only for a disguise. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want such immortality, this cheating guy, Handsome Pot, must be an alien.

In order not to be absorbed into immortality, I had no choice but to set off from Shuangyang early in the morning and arrived just before the Jingle shouting ended.

"Alas! Young man." Jing Le shook his head and laughed, but since he was here it was easier to do things. He coughed slightly to draw everyone's attention back to him, and then said:

"Ahem, now that Liang Gong has arrived, the first match has officially begun. Swordsman has no eyes, so please be careful." After saying that, he turned around and flew up to the Zixiao Hall. At this time, the head of Jingxu and the other five elders had already left. Come out and watch the battle.

When everyone saw Jing Lefei fleeing the scene, they knew that the fighting power of both sides must be extremely amazing, so they took a half step back and subconsciously made more space for the two of them.

"Please." Both sides clasped their fists and bowed again: "Qiang, Qiang." They said twice, and each took out their swords in their hands.

Zhong Lihe's sword is pointed forward and he holds the sword to his head, which is exactly the starting position of Kongtong Xuanmen swordsmanship.

Liang Gong stood with his chest raised, dragging his dragon-slaying knife on the ground, with the tip of the knife pointed diagonally to the right.

Zhong Lihe became suspicious. He was originally a martial arts fanatic who spent his whole life studying the martial arts of various sects. When his old man came back last night, he told him that Liang Gong was a Shaolin disciple, but what kind of Shaolin sword did he use in front of him? What about Dharma?

It's not the Hakka Sword, the Broken Ring Sword, the Compassion Sword, the Arhat Sword, or the Bodhidharma Sword! What kind of move is this?

Liang Gong, on the other hand, was heartbroken because he encountered such a guy in the first game.

Although the guy in front of him looks inconspicuous, his force value is as high as 67. In other words, he has almost stepped into the realm of Three Flowers. His 61 is still slightly inferior to Zhong Lihe.

The two of them slowly moved to the right at the same time, making a semicircle and changing positions, but they still couldn't find each other's flaws.

Everyone watching at a close distance held their breaths, and even their breathing seemed so heavy and filthy. The air seemed to be filled with a kind of black shadow that could not be seen or touched, but pressed on the heart, and the inexplicable breath faintly revealed blood. The smell was so bad that many young disciples with poor cultivation had their chests churning to the point of almost nauseating.

The pace of the two men's movements gradually slowed down, and for some reason a thought flashed through everyone's mind. The moment the two men stopped, they would be greeted by a thunderous strike.

Those two flashes of cold electricity, like spring thunder, suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes. The bright silvery brilliance and the dark shadow instantly intersected in the field. It was obviously just a flash that dazzled people's eyes, but it came from Twenty or so sounds of gold and iron clashing, jingling, clanking, and clanging in rapid succession formed a long series.

The two figures swept away to the left and right respectively. Zhong Lihe staggered, as if he was drunk and staggered. He took several steps before he could stand still. His silver martial arts uniform had already cracked several holes and seeped out from the cracks. What came was not only pure white silk, but also traces of blood red.

Liang Gong was not injured, but he was not completely intact. He touched the hair on his left forehead and was stunned. The half-short hair had been cut off by two-thirds of its original length, and his pale scalp was vaguely visible.

The two of them stood in the center of the field, each making up his mind.

After a long time, Zhong Lihe sighed and said: "Brother Liang, you are really talented! You have reached such a level with this sword at such a young age. I feel inferior to you. Thank you for your mercy. I... have failed."

After saying this, he bowed his sword and before Liang Gong could return the salute, he turned around, pushed aside the crowd, and walked straight out of the gate without turning his head.

There was silence in the courtyard. Everyone stared at me and others. After a long time, they suddenly shouted "Okay." Then there was a long series of warm applause and constant cheers.

Liang Gong had mixed feelings. He just relied on his lightning-quick movement and moved three inches out of the way of the sword at the moment it was about to hit him. This way he narrowly missed a move. However, the damage he could do to Zhong Lihe was only

It was just a flesh wound. If he tried to get deeper, the opponent would already pull away. It is not necessarily true that Zhong Lihe was defeated.

However, this man was very upright, and he actually gave up in front of everyone without any entanglement at all. This kind of moral integrity of a martial artist is unparalleled.

Looking at the majestic mountain-like figure going away in the distance, Liang Gong held the dragon-slaying knife upside down with both hands and gave him a long bow.

"In the first game, Liang Gong wins."