Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 99 Challenge the heroes
Whoops!

The crowd in the distance suddenly boiled up.

Ning Chuan showed a strange expression.

Is there a master duel?
good chance!
He immediately rushed towards the crowd in front of him, specifically picking places where there were many quacks.

...

Unassuming street corner.

Under the thick ancient locust tree.

A burly young man in a black gown looked helplessly at the old man on the treetop

"Uncle, do you really want to do this?"

The youth spoke.

"What? Is it a shame to do this?"

The old man lay on his back on the thick tree trunk, "Challenging the heroes of the world and seeing various martial arts will help you perfect your halberd technique. Otherwise, you may not be able to master this halberd technique in a lifetime!"

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he stopped talking.

On his left, stood an unusually thick black iron halberd, mighty and domineering, filled with a heavy aura.

On the right, a red sign was erected.

Dragons and phoenixes danced on it, and handwriting emerged.

[Bucai Zhong Wanhou, from the Qinhuang Kingdom, has heard for a long time that Yunxiao City is a holy place for martial arts, where masters gather, and strong people come out in large numbers. Bucai traveled thousands of miles to come here, and he is willing to wait for the masters to prove martial arts]!
"Sure enough, the iron halberd is waiting forever."

"The No. 40 master of the Qinhuang Kingdom's Outstanding Talent List is actually putting on a challenge here..."

"There is a good show to watch. As far as I know, there are more than one outstanding figure in the nearby streets living in seclusion."

"No way?"

"Is it possible to lie to you, 'Fang Qi'er' Fang Zhongsheng, No. 40 in the Hanwu Kingdom's Outstanding Person List, is nearby, and 'Xiaoyaojian' Li Wanqing, No. 30 in Tang Zongguo's Outstanding Person List, was at the Shenfu yesterday. As a guest, by the way, there are people who saw Fang Xingzhao, the 'Four Dragon Palms' haunting..."

Many quacks started talking in low voices.

"Now it's going to be fun."

"It's not just these masters, there is also the 'Burning Blood Knife' Fang Qing from the Blood Knife Martial Art Museum, who might come here first..."

...

among the crowd.

Ning Chuan quietly squeezed forward with a curious look on his face.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 11]

【*12】

【*18】

...

"Boy, why are you crowded? Didn't you see so many people?"

A big man with a knife looked at Ning Chuan angrily.

"Sorry, sorry..."

Ning Chuan smiled apologetically, and continued to squeeze in another direction.

There was a pickpocket with malicious intentions in the crowd, and his palm quietly stretched out, grabbing at Ning Chuan's waist, ready to take advantage of it.

As a result, as soon as the palm was pulled out, a powerful force gushed out from Ning Chuan's waist in an instant, directly rushing into his body, making him lose consciousness half of his body on the spot as if struck by lightning.

The pickpocket suddenly showed horror.

Are you a master?
He hurriedly wanted to withdraw his palm, but found that his palm seemed to be stuck to Ning Chuan, and it was difficult to break free.

For a while, his face was flushed with exhaustion, and he was terrified.

This action naturally attracted the attention of many quacks.

Many people looked at Ning Chuan with strange expressions on their faces.

Ning Chuan continued to squeeze curiously into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

With great difficulty, the pickpocket pulled his palm out of Ning Chuan's waist, but he couldn't help but staggered, and flew out, slammed into the distance with a bang, and his arm broke.

"what are you doing?"

Someone shouted.

The pickpocket looked terrified, but didn't say a word, and quickly fled here with a limp.

Ning Chuan smiled and ignored it, but changed the direction and continued pasting.

As more and more people from the rivers and lakes gathered around.

Finally, a master arrived!

"The iron halberd is waiting forever? Fang Qing is willing to ask for advice!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

A young man in a red gown came out of the crowd, followed by seven or eight men wearing the same uniform and carrying long knives.

The crowd instantly went into an uproar.

"Look, I just said that 'Burning Blood Knife' Fang Qing might be the first to arrive!"

"It really is him, the most talented person in the Blood Knife Martial Arts Academy in the past 50 years!"

"Everyone, make room quickly..."

The crowd surged up.

Ning Chuan quietly pushed towards the crowd, while looking at the iron halberd in the arena, his eyes lingered on the unusually wide heavy halberd.

Having said that, in fact, holding Fang Tian's painted halberd is also quite handsome.

Well, handsomer than a sword.

How about abandoning the sword and learning the halberd from now on?

Actually the guns are pretty good too.

For a moment, he was full of cranky thoughts.

'Iron Halberd' Zhong Wanhou's expression turned serious, he stared at the man in front of him, embraced him with both hands, and said, "Fang Shaoxia, please!"

"Please!"

Fang Qing walked into the arena, clasped his fists together, then drew out his long knife, and made a direct gesture.

Zhong Wanhou's tiger eyes were like lightning, he stared at Fang Qing closely, and slowly grasped the eucalyptus with the palm of his right hand, and then there was a flash of light in his eyes, and his body suddenly moved like a tiger descending a mountain.

Whoops!

The air roared piercingly, as fast as an afterimage, Fang Tian's painted halberd suddenly swept towards Fang Qing's body, and seven or eight afterimages appeared in an instant, carrying an unspeakable charm, and quickly swept towards Fang Qing's body.

Fang Qing's complexion changed, he held the long knife tightly in his hand, and suddenly raised it slightly upwards, blocking the iron halberd with an incredible momentum.

Dang!

It's just that although his long knife blocked the opponent's iron halberd, his expression couldn't help but change again.

Because an extremely ferocious inner energy suddenly burst out from the iron halberd, hidden in the invisible, directly rushing towards his body.

"not good!"

Fang Qing's heart was shaken, but his reaction was extremely quick. The saber technique in his hand suddenly changed, becoming bloody and bloody, and the bloody light appeared, just like turning into a battlefield saber technique. The knife was deadly and contained a tragic atmosphere.

Blood Knife Type 81!
He stopped being careless, came up and quickly displayed the strongest martial arts in his sect, only wanting to blindly attack and suppress the opponent's moves.

The opponent is holding a heavy weapon, and in terms of dexterity, it is definitely not as fast as his saber technique.

This is his greatest advantage.

It's just that although the idea is good, Zhong Wanhou's halberd technique is unpredictable, a heavy halberd dances quickly in his hand, airtight, without a single flaw.

No matter how brutal and unpredictable Fang Qing's blood knife technique is, the heavy halberd can accurately block all the opponent's moves every time.

Fang Qing's face changed wildly, so he had to quickly back up, the soles of his feet stepped on the bluestone slabs, there was a bang, and pieces of shattered bluestone slabs flew around.

As soon as he came up, he was already at a disadvantage!
The blood knife technique that he is proud of has no use at all.

"Burning Blood Nine Styles!"

Fang Qing screamed suddenly, stepped up his attack again, and slashed at Zhong Wanhou in a row.

A series of blood knives whistled ear-piercingly, reaching the limit.

Zhong Wanhou's eyes lit up, and his speed was extremely fast. Fang Tian's painting halberd suddenly had a layer of strange purple light in his hand, and it collided with Fang Qing's long knife quickly.

Bang bang bang!

A series of voices came out one after another, making it impossible for everyone to see clearly.

Suddenly, all the voices disappeared.

A mouthful of blood-colored long knife flew high, and was knocked out of his hand.

Fang Qing's face was pale, as if struck by lightning, his body quickly backed up, and with a bang, he retreated seven or eight steps in a row before finally stopping.

The bloody long knife fell down, and with a clang, it hit his feet.

"I lost..."

He murmured, as if he still couldn't believe it.

He is a strong man in the middle and late stages of Qi storage.

Known as the most talented person in the Blood Knife Martial Art Museum in the past 50 years, it's just that he has not had time to enter the rivers and lakes, so his reputation in the world is not obvious.

But his real strength is definitely not low.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by his opponent within twenty strokes.

I am proud of the Blood Knife Style 81 and the Blood Burning Style [-], and I don't even have the chance to fully display it...

"Acceptance!"

Zhong Wanhou took a step back and embraced her with both hands.

Fang Qing's face was pale and full of bitterness, he arched his hands towards Zhong Wanhou, picked up the blood knife, got up and left.

"Fang Qing lost?"

"It's so fast, the speed at which the two are fighting is completely unclear..."

"Zhong Wanhou made a heavy halberd, and his heavy halberd can be so fast, isn't this the level of lifting weight like light?"

Everyone said in surprise.

"Good move!"

Ning Chuan stroked his chin.

Nonsense, what do you need to say?
Many quacks looked at Ning Chuan unhappily, obviously dissatisfied with Ning Chuan's previous crowding.

"Everyone, who else wants to ask for advice!"

Zhong Wanhou's body was erect, with both fists folded.

Many young masters in the crowd showed their thoughts, as if they were thinking about how to break Zhong Wanhou's tricks.

Soon, several young talents entered the arena one after another to try it out, and they were all well-known figures in Yunxiao City.

Either from some martial arts families in Yunxiao City, or from some famous martial arts schools.

It's a pity that he couldn't survive ten moves in Zhong Wanhou's hands.

"Boy, it's useless for you to challenge like this. They are all weak chickens, who are times worse than you. If you want to challenge, challenge someone stronger than you."

The old man on the locust tree sent out an invisible sound wave, which poured into Zhong Wanhou's mind.

Zhong Wanhou was speechless for a while, and heard the sonic skill.

"I really want to find someone who is better than me, but so far I haven't seen a master of the list of outstanding people. What can I do?"

"Why is there no one stronger than you? Have you seen the young man in front of you on the right? He is wearing a white gown and holding a long sword. His internal strength is not weak. If there is no accident, he can at least beat you by two blocks in terms of internal strength."

The old man's voice came.

Zhong Wanhou's expression changed.

Internal strength so strong?
He looked directly at the crowd with his eyes.

It just landed on Ning Chuan, who was in the crowd on the right front.

He was dressed in a clean and tidy white gown, with a smile on his face, and an immature face. He seemed to be under twenty, holding a long sword, and rubbing against the crowd.

"Young man, why don't you compare two moves?"

Zhong Wanhou spoke suddenly and looked at Ning Chuan.

The crowd was raging.

Some people who stood in front of Ning Chuan showed horror, fearing that they would be mistaken, they hurriedly moved away.

Ning Chuan was surprised, and could clearly feel that Zhong Wanhou's gaze was on him.

"I?"

"That's right, may I ask what the young hero's name is?"

Zhong Wanhou spoke up.

Ning Chuan smiled and walked out of the crowd, "I'm in Ning Chuan."

"Ning Chuan? Is he Ning Chuan?"

"I'll go, the heavy gun Li Changsheng was defeated by him a few days ago?"

"No way, this guy is King Kong God Palm Ning Chuan?"

Many people were taken aback.

When they saw Ning Chuan jostling around, they thought it was an unknown junior.

Didn't expect to be such an expert?
The men who had spoken rudely to Ning Chuan suddenly looked unnatural, and took a few steps back.

"It turned out to be Ning Shaoxia, nice to meet you!"

Zhong Wanhou's expression froze, he held Fang Tian's painted halberd tightly, and said, "Young man Ning, I heard that you defeated the heavy gun Li Changsheng with one move yesterday. I have admired you for a long time, and I hope that young man Ning will make it happen!"

"Really, in that case, I'm not going to be polite."

With a smile on his face, Ning Chuan drew out his long sword lightly, making a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)