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Chapter 148 It’s all trash (6k)

"Ah? It's Fang Lang!"

"What's going on with him? Why do you want to be the first to be the ringleader?"

"If you are too confident, any champion in the main competition will be beaten. How can the first one to be the champion stand at the end?"

"It's over, it's over, now it's an advantage for other players."

"No, Fang Lang is too trusting, isn't he?"

……

As Fang Lang was the first to take the stage and become the ringleader of the main event, there was a heated discussion in the spectator seats.

Although the warriors in Qingzhou believed that Grandmaster Fang Lang was invincible, and even thought that it would be easy for Fang Lang to win No. 1 in the Grandmaster Competition of the Martial Arts Conference, but that was only in the context of the Challenge Tournament.

Now that the competition format has been temporarily changed to the main event, and Fang Lang is the first to jump up and become the main event, Qingzhou warriors can't help but feel that it is almost impossible for Fang Lang to get the first place.

Because even though Fang Lang is the strongest among these players, even if he is the strongest in the main competition, he cannot withstand so many people taking turns to come on stage to fight against him.

In the end, Fang Lang is likely to make wedding clothes for others.

"I don't understand, why should he go up first?"

"Yes, the first one to become the champion, if he wants to win the championship, it means defeating 24 players, but by that time, he will have been exhausted and unable to stand up."

"What should we do? If Fang Lang doesn't win first place, wouldn't he be laughed at by warriors from other states?"

"Damn it, why do we need to temporarily change the competition system? Otherwise, Fang Lang would definitely be first!"

"Everyone believes in Fang Lang!"

"Sigh... it's difficult. The other contestants are not weak either. There are many people with perfect martial arts conceptions. If Fang Lang has to face so many masters with perfect martial arts conceptions at the same time, how can he survive to the end?"

……

The warriors in Qingzhou sighed when they saw Fang Lang being the first to jump up and become the ring master.

They felt that Fang Lang was the first to become the champion and it was impossible to defeat 24 players in a row.

Because manpower will always be exhausted.

Once Fang Lang's strength is exhausted, he will only be taken advantage of by other players.

"Hmph! Fang Lang, this guy, knows how to show off!"

Shui Qingqian, Chi Kehuan and others were sitting together in the grandmaster's seat to watch the battle.

Seeing that Fang Lang was the first to take the stage, she said angrily.

"I believe Brother Fang, how can these people be Brother Fang's opponents?"

Chi Kehuan could tell from Shui Qingqian's expression that Shui Qingqian was worried that Fang Lang wouldn't get No. 1 in the Grandmaster Competition.

"Who cares if he is someone else's opponent!" Shui Qingqian said angrily: "It's best if you lose, let him like to show off!"

Chi Ke smiled happily and said nothing.

She stared at the clear water, smiling and saying nothing.

Shui Qingqian noticed Chi Kehuan's strange gaze, and suddenly felt guilty.

Although she said that Fang Lang liked to be in the limelight and it would be best if he lost, she still hoped that Fang Lang could get the Grandmaster No. 1.

"This guy is an arrogant man." Shui Qingqian muttered: "Miss said that the reward for the No. 1 Grandmaster in this martial arts competition is very generous. I hope this arrogant man can win the No. 1 prize."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Feiyan and Ximen Jihun heard Shui Qingqian's words, looked at each other, and said in unison.

The masters sitting around them all came from various major forces, and they were all discussing Fang Lang at this time.

None of these masters thought that Fang Lang, who was the first to become the champion, could stand at the end and win No. 1.

"Brother Fang, aren't you too impulsive? Winning No. 1 in the Main Tournament is several times more difficult than getting No. 1 in the Challenge Tournament."

"Yes, there are so many contestants with perfect martial arts conceptions. It is really difficult for Brother Fang to defeat them one by one."

"Unless Brother Fang breaks through to the Grand Master, it is impossible to stand at the end."

Xia Zhongtian from Taihao Martial Arts School, Gao Fan from Hunyuan Martial Arts School and Hong San from Hongda Martial Arts School stood together and felt that Fang Lang was unlikely to win No. 1.

"I think he can do it."

Suddenly, Hong Er, who was standing next to Hong San, spoke.

Xia Zhongtian, Gao Fan, Hong San and others looked at Hong Er together.

Hong Er had been defeated by Fang Lang with a punch before. He looked at Fang Lang standing tall and tall on the field. For some reason, Fang Lang was full of confidence.

"Perhaps Brother Fang can really stand to the end? His palm technique that destroyed the Warriors Association has not been used yet."

Xia Zhongtian suddenly remembered Fang Lang's big hand seal that destroyed the Warriors Association, and suddenly felt that Fang Lang could stand to the end.

He and Fang Lang were both Grandmasters of the Three Realms, but there were too many differences between him and Fang Lang.

Fang Lang can kill him instantly with one move.

"Brother Fang cannot be judged by common sense. He can survive under the pursuit of the Grand Master. Can you?"

"This makes sense, let's see how Brother Fang shows off his power and defeats all opponents!"

After hearing Hong Er's words, several people seemed to be inspired and were full of confidence in Fang Lang.

They looked at Fang Lang, who had become the champion, on the field.

"it is good!"

Hunyuan, the extraordinary person in charge of hosting this event, cheered when he saw Fang Lang taking the initiative to take the stage and becoming the first champion.

He smiled happily. If no one stepped forward, he would have chosen Fang Lang to be the first champion.

Regardless of whether Lord Fang Lang takes the initiative or not, the first person to become the Champion can only be Fang Lang.

Because this is the result of the discussion between the four extraordinary beings.

They even changed the format for Fang Lang.

Of course, the main reason for changing the competition system was because the extraordinary Lin Long wanted to take this opportunity to choose a husband for the daughter of the Lin family.

"The first champion, Fang Lang!" Hunyuan Lang said: "Now the main tournament and the Grandmaster Finals of the Martial Arts Conference have officially begun!"

After Hunyuan announced the start of the game, he added: "In the next 5 minutes, if no one comes on stage to challenge Fang Lang, No. 1 will go to Fang Lang!"

After finishing speaking, Hunyuan lowered his head and glanced at Fang Lang, then returned to the high platform.

"Fang Lang!"

"Fang Lang!"

"Fang Lang!"

As Hunyuan announced the start of the game, all the warriors in the spectator seats shouted Fang Lang's name.

Because even though they thought it was impossible for Fang Lang to stand at the end and win No. 1, Fang Lang took the initiative to become the first champion and was respected by everyone.

They chanted Fang Lang's name, and their voices echoed throughout the stadium and outside.

On the high platform, Hunyuan fell next to Taihao Lin Long and joked: "Mr. Lin, if Fang Lang wins No. 1, even if you want to betroth him the daughter of the Lin family, he doesn't necessarily want it."

"He dares!" Lin Long snorted coldly: "We changed the competition system specially for him. If he stands at the end, he must be the son-in-law of my Lin family!"

"Didn't you say that even if he wins first place, you won't choose him?" Taihao smiled and said, "Why have you changed your mind now?"

Lin Long did not answer this question.

Because everyone knew that Taihao asked questions knowingly.

How can the first place in the main event be compared to the first place in the challenge?

If Fang Lang takes first place in the main event, Lin Long, an old guy, will definitely recruit Fang Lang into their Lin family.

"Fang Lang, don't let me down."

Lin Long cast his gaze above the arena and looked at Fang Lang standing on the ring.

Three minutes passed and no one came forward to attack.

"It seems that no one wants to go up and deal with Fang Lang first!"

"Yes, whoever comes first and fails will have to be eliminated and work for someone else."

"Each game only lasts 5 minutes. Someone will come up, otherwise Fang Lang will become No. 1 without having to fight!"

"Hahaha, if only this were the case, no one would dare to go up, and Fang Lang would be first."

……

For more than three minutes, no one came on stage to challenge, and the spectators couldn't help but start talking.

Fang Lang stood on the stage and couldn't wait any longer.

It's been 4 minutes and no one has come up yet.

Will we fight or not?
If we don’t fight, are we going to give up No. 1?

"A bunch of trash, no one dares to come up?" Fang Lang glanced at the remaining 24 contestants and said disdainfully: "If no one comes up, the first place will be mine."

The 24 remaining players were all genius monsters. When Fang Lang called them trash, he immediately became furious.

The reason why they didn't go up was just that they didn't want to work for others so early.

"5 minutes, 30 seconds left!"

At this time, Hunyuan's voice sounded from the high platform.

"Fang Lang, I'm here to meet you!"

Seeing that time was about to end, one of the 24 players finally jumped onto the ring and stood in front of Fang Lang.

This man is holding a halberd and is tall. Judging from his clothes, he should be from a certain martial arts school.

"Finally someone went up!"

"It's Shan Ling from the Liufang Martial Arts School. His Liufang Halberd seems to be about to reach the realm of perfect artistic conception."

"It turns out it's him. This person is much stronger than Tan Kang and Cai Hong."

"Liufang Martial Arts School ranks fourth in the martial arts world, second only to Yulu Martial Arts School in terms of strength. The halberd technique of their martial arts school is number one in the martial arts world."

……

Shan Ling took the stage, and while the warriors in the spectator seats were discussing, they looked at the two players on the field without blinking.

"You are too weak."

When Fang Lang saw Shan Ling on stage, he said something neutral.

"No one in sight!"

Shan Ling snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense with Fang Lang, and used the strongest move of Liufang Halberd to stab Fang Lang.

When a halberd comes out, the halberd is like a shooting star and the force is like a landslide.

"Dragon fights in the wild!"

Fang Lang saw that Shan Ling was much more powerful than Tan Kang, Cai Hong and others, so he used No. 15 of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

This style is similar to the tenth style of Double Dragon Fetching Water. It can also produce two divine dragons.

Shuanglong takes water. The two divine dragons go up and down, and their power is about the same.

But these two divine dragons are one on the left and one on the right, one virtual and one real. There is one divine dragon that is not afraid of aggression and is used to confuse the other party.

The power of the other divine dragon is greatly increased. If the enemy does not see the clues and cannot distinguish the true from the false, they will be easily attacked.

Moreover, these two divine dragons will emit deafening dragon roars, making it difficult for people to distinguish, and they both think they are real.

"So fast!"

Before Shan Ling's halberd could reach Fang Lang's eyes, he saw two golden divine dragons flanking him, one on the left and the other on the right.

In desperation, he withdrew his halberd and stabbed the dragon on the right.

"fake?"

As a result, he discovered that after the halberd hit the dragon, it disappeared immediately.

"not good!"

He turned around instantly and thrust out a halberd with all his strength to block the golden dragon flying from the left.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop it.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the halberd in his hand was broken by the golden dragon.

As for his men, they were knocked to the ground by one move and lost their fighting power.

"I said, you are too weak."

Fang Lang used this move for the first time against an enemy. Unexpectedly, it was very effective and powerful.

"Amazing martial arts."

Shan Ling stood up with difficulty, picked up the halberd that was broken into two pieces, and walked down the ring dejectedly.

He failed in the challenge and was completely eliminated.

Fang Lang successfully defended the challenge, leaving 23 opponents.

"Oh my God, Fang Lang actually has such a move!"

"One is false and the other is real, it is difficult to distinguish, and the opponent will be caught if he is not careful."

"It seems like he's still very relaxed, but I don't know how far he can go."

……

In the spectator seats, many warriors were amazed by Fang Lang's move.

Who can imagine two divine dragons that take the form of gas, one virtual and one real?
"What a magical palm technique."

On the high platform, Hunyuan Taihao, Linlong and others saw this move and marveled again.

“I don’t know who the second contestant will be.”

Hunyuan muttered to himself and looked at the remaining 23 players.

Similarly, Fang Lang also looked at the other 23 players at this time.

He waited quietly. Four minutes passed and still no one came on stage.

Fang Lang was a little annoyed. It would be boring if he had to wait for 4 minutes every time he defeated someone.

Why are these players so shy? Can they take the initiative to stand up?

Can it be a little bloody?
"30 seconds!" Hunyuan seemed a little unhappy seeing that the players were unwilling to attack early.

He briefly mentioned the remaining time and stopped reminding him.

"No one dares to fight me?" Fang Lang said calmly: "That's fine, I'll take the first one. You people are not worthy of fighting me."

"I come!"

Perhaps Fang Lang's rhetorical stimulation had an effect, or perhaps it was because time was almost up, and the second attacker finally jumped onto the ring to challenge Fang Lang.

"It's Ye Zhu from Qianye Sword Sect!"

"His Thousand-leaf Flying Flower Sword is also one step short of perfecting the artistic conception. It can condense three thousand swords and attack the enemy at the same time."

"But it seems that he is no match for Fang Lang."

"Not necessarily. When the Qianye Flying Flower Sword comes out, the sky is filled with sword rain. Fang Lang's move just now may not be useful to Ye Zhu."

……

Ye Zhu appeared on the stage, and he turned out to be a member of the Qianye Sword Sect.

Fang Lang learned that Ye Zhu was from the Qianye Sword Sect and did not use his father's crest.

Because there is no need, just kill him later.

"Fang Lang!" Ye Zhu took out a sword from the storage ring and shouted: "Taste the power of my Qianye Sword!"

"Go ahead."

Fang Lang stood there, dismissive.

He wanted to see how powerful the so-called Qianye Feihua Sword was.

"you!"

Fang Lang was so contemptuous, which made Ye Zhu furious.

He immediately raised his sword and stabbed, his body constantly changing, attacking Fang Lang from different positions.

It's a pity that any of his swords were easily dodged by Fang Lang using Bagua movement.

"Is this Qianye Swordsmanship? Are you dancing here?"

Fang Lang was a little disappointed, Qianye swordsmanship was nothing more than that.

"you wanna die!"

Ye Zhu was furious and finally used his special move, Qianye Feihua Sword.

Suddenly, as he thrust out his sword, thousands of gas-shaped swords appeared in front of Fang Lang's eyes.

So many swords, following the sword in Ye Zhu's hand, stabbed at Fang Lang overwhelmingly.

"interesting."

Fang Lang looked at the rain of swords in the sky and immediately knew that Qianye's swordsmanship was indeed unique.

However, some of them are just superficial.

In the face of absolute power, it is nothing more than a show.

"Thousand-leaf Flying Flower Sword! The Thousand-leaf Flying Flower Sword can only be used by a master!"

"This is the real Qianye Feihua Sword, it's so spectacular!"

"How can you hide with so many swords?"

"Why doesn't Fang Lang stay still? He won't give up resistance, right?"

……

When Qianye Feihua Sword came out, the warriors in the spectator seats were eye-opening.

"The first form of Tathagata's divine palm, the first appearance of Buddha's light!"

Fang Lang originally wanted to use Tai Chi Sword to block this move and defeat Ye Zhu at the same time.

But Tai Chi Sword is not that interesting yet. It can only defeat Ye Zhu, but it cannot kill Ye Zhu.

So Fang Lang didn't say anything and directly used the first move of Tathagata Divine Palm.

The first move is the simplest and crudest. With a push of the right palm, the Buddha's light flourishes. A small and huge Buddha palm shoots out from Fang Lang's palm and hits the Qianye Feihua Sword.

"What is that? What a bright light!"

"What a big hand!"

"Here he is, Fang Lang's palm technique to destroy the Warriors Association!"

"This is Fang Lang's most powerful secret skill, and he finally used it."

"So strong, I broke the Qianye Feihua Sword into pieces with one palm."

"Look, Ye Zhu seems to be dead!"

"This... such a palm, who can handle it?"

"To tell you a scary thing, the artistic conception of Fang Lang's palm technique just now has not yet begun."

……

As soon as Fang Lang Tathagata's divine palm came out, all the warriors in the spectator seats stood up.

They were startled by the sudden appearance of a huge hand.

This palm strike directly shattered the Qianye Feihua Sword and even beat Ye Zhu to death.

Ye Zhu died with his eyes closed.

It is simply unbelievable that the swordsmanship, which is close to the completion of the artistic conception, can be shattered with just one move before the artistic conception has even begun to develop.

"Who else!"

After Fang Lang killed Ye Zhu, he looked at the remaining 22 players coldly.

The 22 players were shocked.

Fang Lang's palm just now really shocked them.

Why is there such martial arts in the world?It's absolutely terrifying.

Then you haven’t gotten started with artistic conception yet!
If the artistic conception is introduced, if the artistic conception is accomplished or perfected, then who can stop it?
"Maybe... this is beyond the scope of martial arts, right?"

Everyone was still in shock, and no one came on stage to attack for the first time.

Fang Lang didn't want to wait more than four minutes every time, so he shouted:
"Trash! They are all trash! Who dares to fight me?"

As soon as Fang Lang said this, everyone held their breath.

This is too crazy, right?

He actually called so many people trash.

You know, those contestants with perfect martial arts conceptions have not yet taken the stage.

After a moment of silence, the spectator seats became lively again.

"Well scolded, they are a bunch of cowards with no courage at all! What kind of martial arts conference are they participating in!"

"That's crazy. There are still so many contestants with perfect martial arts concepts who haven't come on stage. Fang Lang doesn't think that just because he defeated two opponents, he thinks that others are inferior to him, right?"

"The perfection of martial arts artistic conception cannot be compared with the mastery of martial arts artistic conception. Fang Lang just didn't get started with the palm technique artistic conception, so it is impossible to block the martial arts with perfect artistic conception."

"He has already played two games with high intensity, and it will become more and more difficult next time. I don't know what he is doing to irritate the players."

"These players are so irritating. They come up every time until the last minute. Fang Lang probably can't stand it anymore."

……

After hearing Fang Lang's words in the spectator seats, everyone felt that Fang Lang was arrogant and too arrogant.

When those players heard this, they were furious.

They were aroused and filled with righteous indignation, and rushed to the stage one after another.

"I!"

"I!"

"And I!"

There were at least a dozen contestants eager to take the stage, hoping to defeat Fang Lang.

For no reason, they felt insulted just because Fang Lang called them useless.

Among the 25 masters in the martial arts conference, which one will be a waste?
"Fang Lang, don't be so arrogant!"

Finally, among the remaining 22 contestants, a young man in white clothes jumped out.

This man has clear features and handsome features, and carries a long sword behind his back.

"It's over! It's Zhao Jinghong from the Jinghong Sword Sect, the best sword sect in the world!"

"This person is exactly as mentioned in the rumors. He is handsome and has extraordinary strength. He wields the Jinghong Sword, and his artistic conception is complete."

"With the perfect swordsmanship, these Fang Lang will probably be defeated."

"Oh, he is so arrogant and calls so many people trash. How could Zhao Jinghong not be able to take action?"

"If the artistic conception of martial arts is perfect, it is impossible for Fang Lang to defeat Zhao Jinghong. If Fang Lang had achieved great success in the artistic conception of his palm technique just now, even if the artistic conception of Zhao Jinghong's sword technique is perfect, he would still be smashed to pieces with one palm."

"Yes, Fang Lang's artistic conception is still too weak. Zhao Jinghong attacked with all his strength, but Fang Lang couldn't even catch a single sword."

"The third game, it seems that Fang Lang will lose in the third game."

……

As soon as Zhao Jinghong appeared on the stage, almost [-]% of the warriors thought that Fang Lang would be defeated, and even felt that Fang Lang was not Zhao Jinghong's enemy.

Because Zhao Jinghong's martial arts artistic conception is perfect, he comes from the best sword sect in the world, he has been famous for many years, and his strength is astonishing.

On the other hand, Fang Lang, apart from the fact that the martial arts itself is stronger, his artistic conception is so outrageous that he has no entry level, and there are four levels between him and perfection.

I haven’t started to learn the last four postures of Fang Lang Tathagata’s Divine Palm yet, so naturally I haven’t gotten started with the artistic conception yet.

Under such circumstances, how could Fang Lang be Zhao Jinghong's opponent?
However, the warriors watching the battle did not know that Fang Lang had twice the extra combat power, three martial arts inner elixirs, and the terrifying Tathagata Palm, and the perfection of artistic conception was nothing more than that in front of him.

"Very good, I'm tired of waiting."

Fang Lang suddenly laughed when he saw that the stimulating method was effective.

If these players cower and don't attack, they will be scolded severely!

"You go ahead and I won't kill you."

Fang Lang and Zhao Jinghong had no grievances, and there was no need to kill them.

"You are not ashamed of your words! It depends on whether you have the ability!"

Zhao Jinghong took off his long sword from behind, suddenly jumped up, and stabbed Fang Lang with his sword.

"A shocking sword!"

As soon as this sword is drawn out, the human sword becomes one.

Zhao Jinghong's sword came to Fang Lang in an instant.

"So fast! The artistic conception is perfect, the man and the sword are one! The power is endless!"

"Fang Lang is going to lose, there's no way he can catch it!"

"I can't even see clearly how Zhao Jinghong drew his sword, it was too fast!"

……

To be honest, Fang Lang didn't see clearly how Zhao Jinghong drew his sword.

He saw that after Zhao Jinghong took off the sword from his back, he could no longer see it behind him, as if Zhao Jinghong disappeared with the sword for a period of time.

When Fang Lang saw Zhao Jinghong's sword again, the sword in Zhao Jinghong's hand was only one step away from Fang Lang.

Zhao Jinghong's sword was like a flying fairy from outside the sky, and the sword coming from the west was fast, accurate and ruthless.

In addition, the artistic conception is perfect and the man and the sword are one, so almost no one can react and no one can escape.

"Second form of Tathagata's palm, golden-topped Buddha's light."

Fang Langpu caught Zhao Jinghong's sword, and immediately flipped the palm of his right hand quickly, shooting out a Buddha's light.

The moment the Buddha's light came out of Fang Lang's palm, it happened to meet the tip of Zhao Jinghong's sword.

This beam of Buddha's light penetrated into Zhao Jinghong's sword.

Zhao Jinghong's sword immediately shattered.

"what?"

Zhao Jinghong was shocked.

The sword that he poured all his strength into was actually caught by Fang Lang with a simple palm?

The next step was to forget it and smash the sword into pieces.

how can that be……

Zhao Jinghong's sword has been broken into pieces.

If Fang Lang had slapped him again just now, he would have been a dead man.

"I lost."

Zhao Jinghong looked at his right hand blankly.

There was originally a sword in his hand, a sword that had accompanied him in battles for many years.

"You are very strong, and this sword can be even stronger."

Fang Lang praised his opponent for the first time.

Because Zhao Jinghong's sword really shocked him.

He is worthy of being a master from the best sword sect in the world.

"Thank you."

Zhao Jinghong bowed his hands in salute and then walked off the ring.

He was defeated, and he was convinced of his defeat.

"Am I dazzled? Zhao Jinghong's sword failed to defeat Fang Lang, but his sword was shattered by Fang Lang's palm?"

In the spectator seats, Yaque was silent.

Except for those extraordinary people, no one knew how Zhao Jinghong was defeated.

(End of this chapter)