Red Heart Survey

The chasing and hunting, traps and madness that happened in Fenglin City seem to have nothing to do with the Martial Arts Field.

It's normal fighting here.

The three winners entering the round are Zhang Linchuan, Lin Zhengren, and Fu Baosong from Wangjiang City.

This is a tall, thin man with a clear face. He defeated the fifth-year student of Fenglin City with difficulty and won the last place.

The two fifth-year students in Wangjiang City have entered the round of competition, and the situation is very good.

In fact, the battle between the five-year students is the most important link, and only the leader of the five-year students who discuss the Tao in the three cities has the qualification to directly enter the National Dao Academy.

There are some such quotas in similar Taoism competitions, but more or less. For example, there are two quotas for "North Wind Playing Snow". Although it is a five-city discussion, in fact, only two out of ten are needed, and the probability is greater than that of "Three Cities".

These quotas are also a kind of allocation of resources, which often depend on the strength of the city dao institutes in various places. And what reflects the strength of the Taoist monastery is nothing but the cultivators it cultivates. So once a monk grows up, the City Dao Academy he was born in will also rise up.

The more places in the National Dao Academy, the faster the cultivators will grow, forming a virtuous circle.

And like Sanshan City, the elites are broken, they can't win the discussion, the resources are reduced, and the conditions for disciples to practice are more difficult... This is a vicious circle.

Only by understanding Zhuangguo's Taoist system can we understand why the monks in Sanshan City are so desperate.

Back to the competition, the first match of Sancheng Lundao's five-year-old was the civil war.

Lin Zhengren played against Fu Baosong.

There is almost nothing to watch in this battle. Everyone knows that the current situation is Fenglin City vs. Wangjiang City. The highlight of the whole round of battle is whether Zhang Linchuan can defeat the opponents who also belong to Wangjiang City one after another. Now it seems that, There is no hope.

As for the civil war, it was just a passing scene.

Apparently Lin Zhengren thought the same way, so when he saw Fu Baosong walking in front of him, he just said casually: "You just admit defeat. I will hit Zhang Linchuan with a heavy hand later, and then you can beat him and get second. "

He seems to have arranged the ranking.

"Hey!" Zhang Linchuan covered his nose with a handkerchief, looking very disgusted: "Don't pretend that I don't exist!"

Lin Zhengren turned his head to look at Zhang Linchuan who was waiting, and smiled: "Either you quit now, so that you can suffer less flesh and blood."

After exposing his sixth-grade cultivation base, he seemed to have liberated his whole temperament a lot, and he no longer cared much about superficial work.

At this time...

"I don't."

He heard a voice say so.

Lin Zhengren suddenly turned his head and looked at the source of the voice. The tall and thin Fu Baosong who had been silent all day spoke his first words of the day.

"You don't? Not so?" Lin Zhengren was incredulous.

Lin Zhengli even scolded outside the arena: "Fu Baosong, are you out of your mind? Don't know how much you weigh?"

Fu Baosong turned a deaf ear, he just looked at Lin Zhengren with a calm and equal gaze, no different from looking at other people.

He said: "I will go all out, no matter who the opponent is. This is the meaning of Lun Dao."

Lin Zhengren laughed back angrily: "Okay, then you can try."

The peak turns.

The spirits of the surrounding people in Fenglin City were shocked. The two cultivators from Wangjiang City came to the truth. Didn't they say that Zhang Linchuan of Fenglin City had a chance?

Although Lin Zhengren is a sixth-rank cultivation base, if Fu Baosong can injure him before the defeat... Zhang Linchuan is not hopeless!

"Good job Fu Baosong!"

"Upright and unyielding, strong and unyielding, a model for cultivators!"

"That's right! Why should you admit defeat? Lin Zhengren doesn't have one more head than yours. Get him down, and you are the leader!"

The audience outside the arena spoke up one after another, seeing the excited expressions of the crowd, as if they really loved Fu Baosong so much.

Especially Jiang Wang faintly felt that the last voice was very familiar.

He followed the sound and saw Huang Azhan sneaking around in the crowd.

Jiang Wang turned his head with a blank expression.

He really didn't know what other "specialties" the guy who entered this small circle because of Du Yehu had. He flirts with his beard, is greedy for sex, and now even incites public opinion.

But it's strange, this guy has flaws everywhere, but he can't be hated.

...

On the court, Lin Zhengren seemed to be really angry, and he started with the green python twist.

The giant python broke through the ground and twisted into a ball.

boom!

The green python twisted onto the vine wall.

The intertwined snake vines form a circle, protecting Fu Baosong in the center. It was the vine snake wrapping around the wall that Lin Zhengren had used before.

But the vine snake of the middle grade of the second grade can't prevent the green python of the lower grade of the first grade.

In less than three breaths, the vine snake wrapping wall collapsed.

The giant cyan python contracted vigorously, but in the next moment, it suddenly weakened.

A blue hand with a dry feeling was pressing on the python's body. On the huge body of the green python, rotten gray and blue are intertwined.

Second-class high-grade Taoism, Dead Wood Art!

Although he didn't disintegrate the green python with one hand like Dong A, but it also made the green python sluggish.

Fu Baosong jumped out in this gap.

But how could Lin Zhengren give him a chance? Stretch out your hand, and the water dragon wave that has been prepared roars out!

It's just that behind Shuilong's translucent body, his handsome face is extremely gloomy.

Some Taoism requires talent, and some Taoism requires fitness. It doesn't mean that once the cultivation base is reached, the Taoism of the corresponding level can be cultivated.

Just like this Rotten Wood Jue, although it is only a second-class high-rank, it is the unique secret art of the head of the Wangjiang City Taoist Academy, and Lin Zhengren has never passed it on! The reason is that it is not suitable enough?

Could it be that this poor boy, the stinky stone in the latrine, is suitable enough?

As conceited as Lin Zhengren, he has already had enough of those high-sounding hypocritical excuses. For example, the degree of fit is not enough, for example, the meaning of the so-called discussion of Taoism!

Facing the water dragon wave who is almost waiting for a rabbit. When the waves under Fu Baosong's feet curled up, they were about to flash past. He was born in Wangjiang City Daoist Academy, and he is certainly no stranger to the three folds of waves.

But Lin Zhengren just pressed down with his left hand, and there were turbulent waves, which mixed with the waves under Fu Baosong's feet, making this flash a fantasy.

A simple Taoist Raging Wave, with just the perfect timing and just the right position, broke the triple wave with three teleportation effects.

Shui Longbo mercilessly blasted onto Fu Baosong, kicking him high and causing him to fall hard.

Lin Zhengren stepped on Fu Baosong's head with choppy waves under his feet.

He lowered his head slightly, and said in a very deliberate and contemptuous tone: "With you, can you beat me?"

Fu Baosong turned his head under Lin Zhengren's feet with difficulty. He looked at Lin Zhengren, but there was no anger in his eyes, but a kind of inexplicable stubbornness: "I can't beat you. But I can't... lose without fighting!"

This man is really... smelly and hard.

Stinky to frown, hard to respect.

Thanks to book friend Xueshan, book friend Ye Songsong, and book friend Chidori Zhiyuan for their rewards!