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Among warriors, short combat is undoubtedly the most test of basic reaction and the most proof of martial arts skills.

The builders of the Three Mountain City leaped over the mountains like flat ground from a young age, fighting lions and tigers, which is naturally impressive. Although the close-to-body bunt is his risky blow, he is also somewhat sure.

However, Jiang Wang's Four Spirits Body Refining Jue is a method passed down by a military strategist alone and supplemented by a Daotai performance in the illusory realm. At the current stage, it is a first-class body training method.

Jiang Wang is full of muscles, although he is not better than steel, but he is not far behind. The majestic qi and blood are dormant in every muscle, and the scale is not usually seen, but on an occasion like today, it erupts with unprecedented ferocity!

Bang bang bang bang!

Fist to foot, knee to elbow.

The two fists clashed with each other, making a sound like a drum beating.

The intensity of such pure fists and kicks was unprecedented for Jiang Wang. In such a battle, he felt that the Four Spirits Body Refining Art gradually merged into his body. Although he had been practicing hard before, but after all, he was born in a Taoist monastery, so he didn't understand what real body training was.

In such a direct collision, he felt more full of energy and blood, his flesh body was stronger, his Dao Yuan was more lively, and he also felt... his opponent's strength was gradually weakening.

boom!

During the last forehead collision, the cultivators who came to Sanshan City collapsed and fell back.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue, but that he really, can't squeeze any more strength.

How hard and how desperate he is may only be known to Jiang Wang who is fighting against him.

Several times, Jiang Wang thought that the battle was settled, but then came another fist from his opponent.

He clearly felt the steel-like will of this monk from the Three Mountain City.

He tried his best to win.

They don't want to be called barbarians!

But the sad thing is that the more desperate they are, the more people say, look, that's how barbarians are, and they don't take their lives for their lives.

...

The referee raises the flag, and the winner is divided.

The onlookers were silent for a while, and suddenly cheered.

After all, this is Fenglin City, Jiang Wang's home field. Not to mention that there are a few big men hired by Zhao Rucheng to scream hard. For a generous reward, they can scream as hard as they can. It seems that Jiang Anan's feelings for her brother are deeper than that.

Amidst the boiling cheers, Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed his opponent without letting him fall to the ground.

"Dare to ask your name?" Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent and expressed his respect.

In fact, before the game started, the referee read the names of both sides, but Jiang Wang didn't remember it.

Like so many vulgar people, although he didn't show it, but he has been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he does despise these so-called "mountain barbarians" in his heart.

The monk in Sanshan City stood precariously, with almost his whole weight resting on Jiang Wang's hands. His eyes were high and swollen, narrowed to only a slit.

"Yang Xingyong!" He said happily, "My name is Yang Xingyong!"

...

Outside the arena, Jiang Anan was applauding his brother when he suddenly heard the voice of a good friend, "An'an!"

Qing Zhi's little girl jumped up in the crowd from a distance, happily squeezing towards Jiang An'an.

Beside her was an old man with a thin body and a serious hunchback. But in such a crowded crowd, they walked all the way without a trace of stagnation, and it didn't seem to affect other people.

Everyone was very curious about Jiang An'an's friends, especially the little girl who wanted to beat up Jiang Wang.

Huang Azhan's perspective has always been different, he saw the hunchbacked old man at first sight.

The old man's face...is awkward. Although the expression is serious, but it is a natural, wretched feeling.

Huang Azhan bumped Zhao Rucheng with his arm: "Hey, look, that old man."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Rucheng asked.

Huang Azhan lowered his voice: "Do you think his head... looks very similar... very similar..."

"Like what?"

Huang Azhan didn't speak, just looked at his crotch.

Zhao Rucheng was vigilant at first, "What are you looking at!"

Then he came to his senses, looked over there, touched his chin and said, "Hey! It's a bit like..."

They were chatting quietly, and suddenly the hunchbacked old man raised his head and glared at them. Obviously heard their conversation clearly.

"Stop chatting, stop chatting, and watch the game." Huang Azhan turned his head guiltily, and looked at the field as nonchalantly as possible.

"Cough cough." Zhao Rucheng coughed twice, reached out and took Jiang Anan from Ling He's shoulder, and put it on his shoulder, "An An, you brother Ling He is tired, sit on my shoulder for a while."

I thought to myself, this old man is so old, he will not beat himself who is holding the child, right?

Jiang An'an is very familiar with Zhao Rucheng now, so he doesn't care much about whose shoulders he sits on, and happily chats with Qing Zhi.

"My brother won just now, he is so good!"

...

Yang Xingyong was finally carried down.

The other two battles had already ended early. Another cultivator from Sanshan City defeated Wangjiang City's opponent by an overwhelming advantage, and Lin Zhengli from Wangjiang City easily defeated another freshman from Fenglin City.

But the audience's attention was obviously attracted by the fight between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong, after all, it was a fist-to-flesh battle.

"It's just weak chickens pecking at each other. Fenglin City is really, even the people are so disrespectful." Lin Zhengli sneered at the other winner, probably looking for some approval.

But the winner from Sanshan City obviously didn't buy it.

He said coldly: "Please respect your opponent."

In his opinion, Lin Zhengli not only disrespected Jiang Wang, but also disrespected Yang Xingyong, a monk from Sanshan City.

Lin Zhengli put his hot face on his cold butt, and felt even more unhappy: "Oh, barbarian."

The three mountain city cultivator's eyes were about to burst into flames, but he stopped talking.

The first round is over, and there is one winner in each of the three cities, which is considered to be evenly divided. The next step is the round of battles. The order is determined by drawing lots. This round of luck is very important.

The referee from the county court was in charge of drawing lots, which undoubtedly reflected the fairness to the greatest extent.

He took out a stick from the stick, looked at it, and read: "Jiang Wang!"

Off the field, Linghe Zhao Rucheng breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that in the first match, Lin Zhengli and the monks of Sanshancheng would fight first, and then Jiang Wang would fight against the two separately. Undoubtedly the top pick.

Jiang Wang retreated to the sidelines and gave up the center position to the two sides who were about to fight.

The moment he passed by, Lin Zhengli chuckled lightly: "You are so lucky that you can stay one more time."

The implication is that when the second round of the round begins, Jiang Wang will be beaten so hard that he can't continue fighting, and his tone is full of contempt.

Jiang Wang smiled: "I hope your luck will be better, and you will meet me later."

What he meant was that Lin Zhengli might not even be able to play the second game, and would be eliminated in the first game.

Talking about talking, no matter what he said, he has been influenced by Zhao Rucheng, so it's not that he is completely powerless to fight back.

It's just that he couldn't quite understand where Lin Zhengli's hostility towards him came from. Could it be because Zhao Rucheng's slogan was too high-profile?

Look, this person doesn't seem to be outspoken. A monk who has been educated in an orthodox Taoist school and is still an elite disciple sent to represent Wangjiang City Taoist school in battle, can he be so impatient?

Jiang Wang is actually very interested in the answer behind this.

As for fighting, he's really fearless.

Compared with Lin Zhengli's frivolous anger, the cultivator in Sanshan City never said a word, just staring at his opponent.

For this battle, his attitude is undoubtedly much more correct.

It also shows that he has a stronger desire for the result of the battle.

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