Folk customs begin with Wu Caishen

Chapter 147 Ning Zhi’s Duel with Hong Qingxiong 1
With the first group setting a precedent, the second group, the third group, and all the subsequent groups quickly entered a fighting state. They fully understood the principle of striking first to gain the upper hand. There were no more grinders, but there were not many masters. That’s it.

So far, even though the two sides are evenly matched, the battle lasted no more than 5 minutes. There are only a few things in hand that can be used to fight. After the fight, I will weigh my body, which has been working overtime and staying up late all day, how many times can it withstand the opponent's blows?Can you afford the medical expenses?
Therefore, most of the winners are the stronger ones.

Players sign up either for fun, or because the organization promises to participate for benefits. Most of the time, they show off to each other, give in after discussion, and even say a few words of condolences and add friends after they get off the stage.

They have only been players for a few days, and it is impossible for them to go to great lengths just for the organization to collect player information.

Erlang Shen: "Please, Group 57 is ready to enter."

Zhang Ningzhi stood up with the knife: "I'll come as soon as I go."

Shi Xin raised his eyebrows: "You want to fight too?"

"No, just go up and gather the number of people, make sure there are twelve in each group."

Gongsun Fu yawned. She kept running around all day without a chance to rest, and she wasted time watching boring games here. She was so sleepy.

"The talent information form filled out by players is completely confidential. Each branch has indicators for detecting information. I will have to go up there later and try to piece together one more piece of information, even if it is useless."

Shi Xin sighed: "You are quite busy."

After Zhang Ning came on the court, the audience was obviously in high spirits. The clothes of the Inspection Bureau, coupled with the handsome long knife at the waist, and the high ponytail tied into a ball head, are refreshing and neat, and the heroic spirit is compelling. You can see that he has strength at a glance.

If you can watch her fight with all her strength, the ticket price will be worth it.

The result did not disappoint, as she was fighting another person who attracted much attention in the preliminary round.

Hong Qingxiong walked into the blue circle and bowed politely.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ningzhi returned the favor, thinking that this random matching mechanism was really good, and she could just test the opponent's strength.

Erlangshen: "The countdown begins."

The knife was unsheathed.

"President Hong, please be careful. Swords have no eyes. When it's time to call for abstention, call it early!"

Zhang Ningzhi didn't talk too much. He held the knife in his right hand and held the scabbard with his left hand. He lowered his body and rushed forward. When he was about to approach him, he suddenly turned around and knelt down.

The right arm holding the knife is aimed at the target during the turn, and the knife is picked up from bottom to top. At the same time, the left hand slaps the right wrist, and the handle of the knife is controlled by the vibration of the partition, and the force is rotated in the palm of the hand.

The tip of the knife grazed Hong Qingxiong's shirt, and the knife flew off the button of his collar.

The force in the whole process is perfectly controlled. If you dive directly, the sharpness of the blade will definitely cut a scar as big as a bowl on your head.

She was originally going to do this, but when Zhang Ningzhi quickly shortened the distance to the limit and the opponent still didn't move, she urgently changed her killing move. By rotating half-kneeling and removing the inertia of the knife, she slashed him away like a button. mean.

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

It's really boring to decide the outcome with one move. The new president that this player is after is nothing more than that.

Just when Zhang Ningzhi was about to stand up to welcome victory, she heard a man's voice behind her.

"deny."

Zhang Ningzhi turned around in surprise, and saw Hong Qingxiong standing steadily in the blue circle, with the buttons on his collar fastened properly. Instead, she rushed to the edge of the ring, looking as if her eyesight had mistaken the direction of her attack.

How can it be?The feeling of the tip of the knife touching the button is real.

Could it be that the battle this time was an illusion?

But what she is least good at dealing with is illusion... Shi Xin was listening to the conversation in the audience seat while Gongsun Fu commanded the analysis team to record the fluctuations of evil spirits.

From her perspective, Zhang Ningzhi's attack direction was originally accurate, but it changed direction just before the impact with the knife.

The moment was very subtle, and the speed of change was extremely fast. Even Zhang Ningzhi couldn't make a nearly [-]-degree right-angle turn at that moment. It could only be that someone forcibly changed the trajectory of her attack.

This ability... Judging from the known information, it can only be caused by talents or treasures related to distorted space, right?

Master Yuan, who was diagonally behind, showed the data to the three people in the front row: "There are two evil energy fluctuations. It should not be a talent, but a ghost or a treasure."

Seeing that Shi Xin was puzzled, Gongsun Fu took the initiative and said:

"This instrument is called [Indicator]. It was jointly developed by skilled craftsmen organized by the state. It is the same thing as the stone tablet of the Inventory Bureau. It can monitor evil spirits in real time."

"If there is only one fluctuation value, it usually means that the target's own evil spirit has been mobilized. If there are two values, it is necessary to determine the level according to the value. Active treasures below the rare treasure quality generally have a Taoist value of around 60 years and do not last. , it will only be monitored when it is used. If it appears for more than a hundred years and continues to appear, it is most likely to be Yin God or Yin Beast."

Shi Xin nodded and asked, "What was the numerical value monitored just now?"

Gongsun Fu looked at the ring with a worried expression: "Nearly 300 years."

Not long ago, when dealing with the incident where the Medicine King Bodhisattva disciples gathered to offer sacrifices, the steel beast built by Shi Wangjin was collected. It can shoot anesthetic ice needles over a large area. The ice needles penetrate the human body and hit the ground to form a sheet of ice. This is just about reaching the 200-year-old monitoring line, and it is a super-rare quality handmade weapon.

It’s been 300 years since Hong Qingxiong came up…

This was a battle destined to be tense, and Zhang Ningzhi's initial failure aroused the curiosity of the spectators.

Will the members of the Inspection Bureau responsible for protecting the people be defeated?

During the minute when the two stopped fighting and chose to take a short break, the number of people in the live broadcast room of the Los Angeles official blog reached 1 million. The people who wanted to watch the melons did not want to see the failure of the investigation bureau, which represented justice, but they also had a vague idea of ​​​​seeing the failure of the official and the rise of players. .

This makes it more immersive!

"You showed mercy to me."

Judging from the appearance, Hong Qingxiong is undoubtedly a rough guy, with a square face and a rugged appearance. He may be a bricklayer who doesn't know how to read a few words, but judging from the few hours of contact, he knows etiquette and respect better than anyone else. Respect.

Like a Confucian scholar.

"Then I should do something."

The 300-year-old Yin Shen monitoring data on the [Indicator] disappeared, and was replaced by a sharp increase in the talent value.

Thousands of brilliance condensed into a pen, and a blank scroll slowly unfolded.

Hong Qingxiong took up his pen to write poetry, and the brilliance of the pen was transmitted to the tip of the pen. Every stroke he made with the scroll spread the power of bright stars. The power of these stars condensed into a mirror of ten thousand lights behind him, a dusty light without impurities. It makes him look like a god descending to earth.

This Wanhua Mirror does not reflect images, it only creates reality, allowing the reality to gradually take shape with the description of the pen.

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

A chivalrous man with a military tassel on his head, a bright scimitar on his waist, and black clothes, riding a white horse with a silver saddle, came through the air.

This time, it's not an illusion.

(End of this chapter)