Red Heart Survey

At the same time that Sun Xiaoyan shocked the audience, Lin Zhengli, who woke up from a coma, was complaining quietly behind his brother.

"Why admit defeat for me? Woke me up at that time, I may not be unable to fight!"

"And then?" Lin Zhengren didn't turn his head.

"If it's not careless, how can the barbarian have a chance? Let alone this guy in Fenglin City, he didn't even lay the foundation! Let him win the championship, I am not reconciled!"

"Even if you beat him, in terms of points, he's still the annual leader. It's meaningless. Besides..." The corners of Lin Zhengren's mouth twitched slightly, "What if you lose again?"

"How is it possible!" Lin Zhengli looked around, lowered his voice, and said unwillingly, "You don't believe me? I will lose to him?"

"Who knows?" Lin Zhengren smiled lightly.

Lin Zhengli felt a kind of anger of being contemptuous, especially when he was indeed knocked down and beaten in front of so many people before.

He was about to say something when Lin Zhengren suddenly turned around and grabbed his skirt.

"Remember! You have made an enemy with your stupidity."

He lowered his voice and said: "If you are not sure of perfection, don't give the opportunity to fulfill your enemy. He has not defeated any of you, and his leader is far from perfect."

He let go of his hand, let go of his younger brother, and turned his head to watch the game. There was no trace of gloom on his elegant face.

"Don't let him go."

...

In the round of battle, Maplewood City's signing luck was good, and there was no civil war in the first round.

Li Jianqiu had a bye, and Wang Changxiang and Sun Xiaoyan fought first.

Neither side has any intention of changing the fighting style.

Sun Xiaoyan still rushed forward without thinking, and Wang Changxiang still started with the fog first.

"What are you doing! It's fog again!"

"That's right! I can't see anything clearly!"

Unable to see the game clearly, the onlookers didn't give the Wang family any face.

But the view of the audience is obviously not in Wang Changxiang's consideration.

Sun Xiaoyan bumped back and forth in the fog, missing everything. But after the Dao Jue was completed, the wind picked up and the fog cleared.

The light breath passed through the finger area, instantly became violent and turned into a tornado. Roaring through the thick fog, it hit Sun Xiaoyan!

"Ah!" The little fat man roared angrily, like a suckling pig humming without any deterrent effect.

But his strength cannot be doubted. He is still trying to charge forward in the roaring tornado!

His clothes were torn by the wind, and his face was flushed red.

His feet gripped the ground firmly, but the tiles crumbled one by one, and he backed away step by step.

If you leave the line, you lose.

Sun Xiaoyan started to make a formula. It was extremely difficult for him to make a formula in such a tornado, but he succeeded anyway.

A stone wall appeared in front of him, but it was blown to pieces in one breath.

The gravel hit Sun Xiaoyan's body, and she lost control completely. The whole person was swept up into the air and thrown out of the field.

Kun Pigu's Taoism is really strong in defense. In such a powerful tornado, he still can't see any wounds on his body. Those gravels hit his body without even a bruise.

But he still lost.

Sun Xiaoyan's defense is almost incomprehensible at this stage. If it is a real battle, Wang Changxiang may have nothing to do with him. But this is a game, if you blow it out of the field, you win.

Jiang Wang sighed lightly, because he suddenly found that he didn't seem to have any good solution, whether it was facing Wang Changxiang or Sun Xiaoyan. The defense of the Four Spirits Refining Body is obviously not as good as Kunpigu's. Although the Ziqi Donglai Sword Art is powerful, there is a high probability that it will not be able to break through the defense. If you have a good weapon, maybe you still have a chance. At present, he can't beat this little fat man.

As for Wang Changxiang, as soon as the breath blowing tornado comes out, he can only run away.

That's a first-class Taoism! How many people can use the entire Fenglin City Taoist Academy to add teachings?

abnormal!

"Wind Sparrow." It was still the hunchbacked old man who said, "His Dao Vein True Spirit should be Wind Sparrow, who is born with Fengxing Yuanli. That's why he can use first-class Taoism at a higher level."

It was the first time Jiang Wang had heard of a Dao vein true spirit like Fengque. In the teaching of Dao vein knowledge in the Taoist academy, the instructors only described the earthworm true spirit. Jiang Wang once thought that all the true spirits of the Dao veins were earthworms.

Wisdom often speaks of strength.

Jiang Wang and the others looked at each other, and their attitude towards this wretched-looking old man was much more correct.

"I haven't asked yet, what's your surname old sir?" Huang Azhan coughed, with a respectful and polite attitude.

Probably out of resentment of his previous sloppiness, the hunchbacked old man treated Huang Azhan very badly. He snorted coldly and didn't respond.

"Yes, grandpa, what's your last name?" Jiang Anan suddenly turned around, with curiosity in her big eyes: "I can always see you, but I don't know how to call you."

"Gui!" The little girl next to her, Qing Zhi, just opened her mouth when the hunchbacked old man caught it with a bright smile: "Grandpa's surname is Gui, just Grandpa Gui."

"This noble surname is too temperamental." Huang Azhan shook his head and began to taste.

His next flattery will be endless.

Even Jiang An'an and Qing Zhi quickly turned their heads and turned their eyes back to the field.

The second round of fighting has begun.

Wang Changxiang vs. Li Jianqiu.

Whether it's the rankings on the Dao Honor List all the time, or the fighting power shown by the two of them at present, Wang Changxiang has an overwhelming advantage. But for some reason, Jiang Wang always felt that Li Jianqiu was more than that.

"Senior brother Wang, can we not use the rogue Taoism of blowing the breath tornado?" Li Jianqiu discussed it before starting the battle.

At this time, Wang Changxiang had already recovered his Daoyuan reserves, and he was full of energy. He just smiled when he heard the sound: "Young brother is joking."

Always mild.

The Dao Jue in hand has been completed, and the fog has dissipated.

Li Jianqiu also opened his arms wide at this moment, and a strong wind suddenly rose.

Class C low-grade Taoism, exhale!

This is not the dark fog in Xiaolin Town, it can be blown away by ordinary wind.

In the final analysis, the mist is not some unsolvable Taoism, what is really unsolvable is just blowing the tornado. In the previous two battles, it wasn't that the opponent didn't have the means to crack the fog, but chose his own defense first, but he didn't expect to be destroyed by a single blow.

In the venue where the fog had cleared, Wang Changxiang kept making formulas in his hands, and his voice was gentle: "Junior Brother Li was not interested in Fengxing Taoism before."

The world of Taoism is vast and boundless, miscellaneous is not as good as specialization, and broad is not as good as fine.

After Li Jianqiu's Dao Jue was completed, he shook out two flaming swords with both hands, pointing his toes, striking the sky like an eagle.

"I learned it for my brother!"

At this moment, he was in the air, his momentum was like a rainbow.

Wang Changxiang's complexion remained unchanged, and he put his hands together in front of his lips. The index finger and middle finger meet, and the thumb, ring finger and little finger meet each other. In the triangular area formed by the middle finger and ring finger, open your mouth and exhale.

Breath blowing tornado!

That wisp of breath turned into a tornado in an instant, Li Jianqiu had rushed close, and without any help, he suddenly toppled several times in the air.

"Okay!" Huang Azhan clapped his hands violently and applauded!

Except for very few cases, it is almost impossible for human beings to fly physically before opening the gate of heaven and earth. Li Jianqiu's ability to float in the air is already amazing.

But the people around looked at Huang Azhan with the eyes of looking at a fool, Huang Azhan patted it a few times, and shrank his head resentfully.

Because although Li Jianqiu's floating and flipping is amazing, but flipped out of the court, it is almost tantamount to admitting defeat.

Li Jianqiu landed on the ground, scattered the flame swords he held in both hands, and said with a look of surprise, "Your breath blowing tornado can be completed so quickly?"

He couldn't help being surprised. Any discerning cultivator present could see it. The opportunity to defeat Li Jianqiu is only before he completes the breath-blowing tornado, but no one knows that he not only masters a first-class Taoism, but also masters it so proficiently and so quickly, that he can even shorten the time for making a formula!

This also means that in the previous battles, he didn't need such a long preparation time at all. The fog was just a layer of insignificant cover-up, which blocked the eyes of an opponent like Li Jianqiu.

"Slow down, I feel something is going to happen." Wang Changxiang smiled gently.

Li Jianqiu was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled in relief.

"I lost."

The leader of the three-year-old Lun Dao in the three cities was thus decided. Wang Changxiang won both battles and returned with honor.

After this battle, Wang Changxiang got a new nickname, Wang Yichui...

It means that no matter what opponent he encounters, he can blow it off. Of course, it also expresses that he has only one blow.

In Huang A Zhan's words, it is short but fierce.

The next battle between Li Jianqiu and Sun Xiaoyan could no longer affect the result, and their battle was also very perfunctory.

Although it was still fierce in the eyes of the onlookers, Li Jianqiu almost perfectly demonstrated the fierceness of the fire-walking technique, and the tricks were like flying. Sun Xiaoyan also went on a rampage with the Kunpi drum again. Before the hand-to-hand combat, Li Jianqiu floated out of the line and conceded defeat again.

But in Jiang Wang's view, Li Jianqiu didn't do his best. Because from the beginning to the end, the simple long sword on his waist has never been unsheathed.

Everyone went off to make room for the five-year-old Taoist battle.

As a familiar junior, Jiang Wang naturally wanted to go up to comfort Li Jianqiu.

But Li Jianqiu opened his mouth first: "I had prepared a surprise, but I didn't expect that there would be no chance to perform."

Jiang Wang knew that he was talking about Wang Changxiang's astonishing completion speed of that breath-blowing tornado.

"Just now against Sanshan City, why didn't senior brother try?"

Although he was dazzled by the fight just now, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Li Jianqiu had no intention of winning at all.

Li Jianqiu smiled shyly: "One, I may not be able to defeat his defensive technique. Two, the second and third are meaningless."

He turned and walked out.

"The game is about to start!" Jiang Wang reminded.

Li Jianqiu has already pressed his sword and walked away: "Don't watch it."

Thank you book friend Xueshan for your reward!