Red Heart Survey

"The winner, Zhao Tiehe from Three Mountain City!"

The referee's announcement finally landed, and almost at the same time, the figure of Zhao Tiehe punching vigorously fell to the ground.

His injuries were actually much more serious than Lin Zhengli's, and his physical strength had already reached its limit. In the end, he punched entirely by willpower.

At this moment, he collapsed and lay on his back.

Lin Zhengli, who was next to him, was almost thrown into the pit with his fist, and he was already unconscious.

Gravels, broken vines, big pits, water splashes, bloodstains on the field... were devastated everywhere.

And the applause outside the arena resounded at this moment.

It was sparse at first, because neither of the warring parties was from their hometown, but it soon exploded.

This battle was so exciting that everyone realized the tenacity of the monks in Sanshan City.

Admire Zhao Tiehe, and then change his view of the city behind him. Perhaps, this is what they want to prove the most in their fight to the death.

They were born in a barren land, in a mountainous area full of ferocious beasts, but they are not barbarians. They have their own love and hatred, their own pursuits, and their own... honor.

"It's not easy." Ling He applauded until his hands turned red. He may be the only one among all the people who has never been called a monk of Sanshan City with the contempt of Shanman.

Because he understands the feeling of being belittled, he never belittles others.

Zhao Rucheng only paid attention to another problem: "These two fight like this, the third brother will win without a fight!"

Huang Azhan next to him has already calculated: "Win a game with ten points of honor, and you can win these two games without fighting. The annual leader of the three cities discusses the Tao, and double the award of honor. Add up... fifty points of honor. Half a dollar Kaimai Pill! Must treat!"

If it weren't for the presence of Jiang An'an, San Fen Xiang Lou would have already spoken.

"What is Daoxun? Is it worth it?" Jiang Anan asked curiously.

"Yes." Zhao Rucheng already knew the story of Jiang An'an making money to "pay off debts", and teased her: "A little honor is more than the box of treasures you earned!"

Jiang An'an wrung his fingers, counted seriously for a while, then opened his hands wide and drew a big circle, "It's really a lot!"

...

After the end of the first round of battle, there is only a short recovery time. It's not fair to Zhao Tiehe, who has just experienced a tough battle, but the rules are like this.

After the referee asked again and again, Zhao Tiehe still stood unsteadily, and he still wanted to fight.

Jiang Wang stood opposite him, holding his sword with his hand, his eyes fixed.

"Come down." Sun Xiaoman said.

She looked like a little girl, and her voice also looked like a little girl, but Zhao Tiehe couldn't ignore what she said.

He turned his head, looked at Sun Xiaoman and said, "I still have a life to fight."

His attitude is not violent, but very gentle, because he is describing the facts.

Jiang Wang was by no means a weakling, he defeated Yang Xingyong head-on, and he was in a full state at this time.

At this moment, he really has nothing to fight for, except his life.

"Your life is very important, and Sanshan City needs you very much." Sun Xiaoman said seriously: "You were allowed to work hard before because you still had a chance. Now you are not allowed because the chance is gone. You have accumulated a lot Resources, your life cannot be wasted.”

I don't know which sentence convinced him. Zhao Tiehe turned around and staggered off the stage.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at the moment he turned around, Jiang Wang seemed to see tears flickering in his eyes.

How could such a man cry?

Jiang Wang couldn't understand how paranoid these three mountain city monks cared about winning or losing.

He had tried his best, why would he be sad that he couldn't fight to the death?

With such doubts, Jiang Wang ushered in the third round of the round - at this time, Lin Zhengli hadn't even recovered, and Lin Zhengren once again conceded in his place.

In this way, Jiang Wang became the annual leader of the discussion in the three cities. Because of the relationship between the opponent and the loser, it seems not very convincing, but...

"Never mind him! It's true if Daoxun gets it." Zhao Rucheng said.

At this time, Jiang Wang had retreated to the sidelines, and became a spectator with Ling He and others.

The people of Fenglin City were very tolerant towards the cultivators who brought glory to them, just to make room for Jiang Wang who was resting.

Jiang An'an and that arrogant little girl are sitting next to each other at the front, while Jiang Wang and the others are sitting in the back chatting casually.

The only thing that surprised Jiang Wang was that the cloud blanket on the ground was not written by Zhao Rucheng, but brought by the old man who came to protect the little girl Qingzhi.

This cloud blanket is extremely light in weight and extremely soft in texture. It is a favorite thing that ordinary people cannot enjoy. However, Qing Zhi's family took out such a large mat on the floor.

Jiang Wang can only sigh with emotion that the world of the rich is really one mountain high.

Considering that he was born since he was a child, his family has a land and a shop, so there is no need to worry about food and drink. Ever since I met Zhao Rucheng, I often feel like a beggar.

The hunchbacked old man looked at Jiang Wang for a few moments, and suddenly said: "I didn't expect you to send back that box of treasure. Jiang Xiaoyou taught my sister very well."

The old man's voice is very kind, but it is not convincing when matched with his wretched face.

After all, Jiang Wang is not one to judge people by their appearance, so he did not neglect his reply: "It should. It was originally a joke among children, how can it be taken seriously?"

"The Master said: Unrighteousness and wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me. Jiang Xiaoyou's words are quite Confucian."

Discussing Confucian style with a Taoist disciple in Zhuangguo, the hunchbacked old man probably lost his brain because he dropped his book bag.

Jiang Wang casually said haha, and then said: "The game has begun."

...

There are grades of one-year, three-year, and five-year students in Three Cities Lun Dao, but the rules of the competition are generally the same.

Li Jianqiu and Wang Changxiang played at the same time, and the three games were played at the same time.

Jiang Wang concentrated on the whole situation.

Li Jianqiu's opponent was from Sanshan City, and this duel was still very exciting. The two sides showed extremely exquisite manipulation of Taoism.

The battle between Wang Changxiang and the monks in Wangjiang City was relatively simple. After the battle started, he first summoned the fog with Taoism to cover the opponent's vision. Then calmly execute the tactics, blowing the breath tornado, and the opponent will be rolled into the sky.

First-class Taoism, such as breath-blowing tornado, is almost impossible to solve in this level of battle. Jiang Wang remembered that when he was in Xiaolin Town, a breath-blowing tornado could suck Wang Changxiang dry, and he wondered if he had given up the next battle.

But after the battle, Wang Changxiang immediately took out a Dao Yuan Stone and began to absorb it...

It can be seen that the Wang family has spent a lot of money this time, and is bound to win the position of the three-year-old leader.

But what the people of Fenglin City paid the most attention to was the match of the mysterious man in black in Sanshan City.

When the black robe was unbuttoned, revealing a very happy little fat man, the people of Maple Forest City who were watching all sighed regretfully.

In their imagination, inside the black robe should be a great demon king with scars all over his face, no matter how bad it is, he can be a bit vicious. It just shouldn't be a soft fat guy who looks easy to bully.

But what didn't disappoint them was that this little fat man was very strong!

At the beginning of the duel, I don't know if it was because of the successive defeats of the teammates in front, the three-year monk from Wangjiang City was at full strength.

He took the lead with five water cones, and insidiously ambushed the wind blade between the water cones.

Then there is the ground thorn, and the final preparation is the raging waves.

The three elements of Fengshuitu Taoism are mixed, and the series of connections are dazzling.

And the little fat man in Sanshan City only made one move from beginning to end - rushing.

He rushed forward without thinking, almost rushing forward with overwhelming Taoism.

Rush in front of your opponent.

Then he raises his fist and blasts it down.

The battle is over.

The clothes on the little fat man's body were torn and ripped everywhere, but the exposed fat was still rosy.

And the opponent has already fallen.

A circle of people were stunned.

"His physical defense is too strong!" Ling He exclaimed.

"Is it pure martial arts?"

"No, the last punch was the stone-covering fist. He used Taoism."

"There is no such thing as stone skin, why is the defense so strong?"

After all, these people are young and have little knowledge, and they have no clue after discussing for a long time.

"It's Kunpi Drum, a permanent Taoism." Unexpectedly, the hunchbacked old man beside him who had been listening for a long time said quietly.

But he refused to say any more about the specific information about this Taoism.

Thank you book friend Luyu Shishi for your reward! In addition, the little fat man rampage wants a recommendation ticket! Hit or hit!