In the corner of the south stand, a young man in gray clothes sat with his arms folded.
The people sitting around were all low-class Rogue Cultivator and idle men, and the shouts came one after another, making people's eardrums buzz.
He was the only one who finished watching the Jiang Fa game without uttering a single cheer from the beginning to the end. He didn't even change his sitting posture much, just like a dead tree with roots.
His name is Lang Jiu.
At least that's what the people in the Blood Wolf Gang call it.
As for his real name, no one has called him by his real name since the day he was picked up from a mass grave by Ding Wanshan at the age of eleven.
This time back to Qingshan County, he changed his name to "Lu Jiu" and signed up to participate in the Qingshan Martial Arts Association as Rogue Cultivator.
Ding Wanshan gave him only one task.
In the ring, Jiang Fa was killed.
Lang Jiu couldn't say he cared too much about this mission.
How strong can a An Jin martial artist from a Qingshan County small martial arts school be?
He has been practicing at Qingyang Prefecture for the past three years, studying under an eccentric swordsmanship master from Bibo Lake. Any young hero he has seen is much better than these people on the stage today.
Not to mention the three major schools of Qingyang Prefecture,
Let's talk about the three major Lineage,
The lunatic who wields a soft sword from the Liu family joined An Jin at the age of fifteen. At the age of seventeen, he dared to go into Ten Thousand Beast Mountain alone to hunt Second Tier monsters.
The eldest lady of the Xu family, who was said to have a bronze-bone figure that is unique among all, was secretly taken over by the leader of the Huoyun Sect, one of the three major sects Qingyang Prefecture Entry.
Even the most incompetent bastard of the Meng family could sweep through Qingshan County.
And these so-called geniuses in front of us...
Lang Jiu lowered his eyelids and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He just watched a game of Qin Xuan.
The superior root bone is Late Dark Force, and the boxing skills have reached Major Accomplishment. There is indeed some skill.
But so what?
He's just a top-notch guy, not to mention anything else, just in terms of combat experience, even Qin Xuan can't catch up with him.
Qingyang Prefecture He fought in the underground black ring for three years, and as many as 80 souls died under his sword, including many top An Jin masters.
Those were all head-on-the-belt fights, could they be the same as today's house-playing contests?
As for that Jiang Fa...
Lang Jiu's eyes were fixed on Jiang Fa.
Ding Wanshan said that this boy was a low-level person who had earned An Jin in one year, and several top players of Middle An Jin and above from the Blood Wolf Gang, including Lang Liu, had fallen into his hands one after another.
He just thought it was ridiculous when he heard it.
He knew Lang Liu's assassination skills.
Even he might fall for it if he is unprepared.
With Wolf Liu Middle An Jin's cultivation and the concealment method, even if he misses a single hit, with the support of the other two, even if the mission fails, doesn't he even have a chance to escape?
But in the end, three people were beaten to death.
This result is puzzling.
Today he saw Jiang Fa take action for the first time.
That person has been hiding.
In the first game against Sun Xian, he was agile and able to dodge easily. He only had one punch, which was barely clean and neat.
In the second game against money six, the same path was used.
He was dodging from the beginning to the end, and in the end he caught the opponent's gap in changing forces and struck the final blow with one punch.
Tactically speaking, this is to fight fast against slow and wait for work, which is the most labor-saving way to win.
From an ornamental point of view, it is quite stunning.
But in Lang Jiu's view, all this is just a chore.
His movement skills do have some merits, and he is outstanding in small-scale dodges.
But so what?
After all, fancy things are only for laymen to see.
In a real life-and-death fight, who gives you so much room to maneuver?
"Inferior bones are, after all, inferior bones, nothing more than country chickens and dogs..."
Lang Jiu made a conclusion in his heart for Jiang Fa.
The reason why this man was able to win two games in a row was simply due to the speed advantage brought by his body skills, coupled with his unprepared full-force explosion, leaving his opponents with no time to react.
After all, this method is a trick. As long as you meet a real master, your true colors will be revealed immediately.
Big brother asked him to come back and kill such a person. To be honest, it was a bit overkill.
"But the Xuan-level swordsmanship is really good, so this trip is not in vain..."
He murmured, his expression indescribably relaxed.
At this time Jiang Fa was coming down from the stage,
Zhao Clan Martial Hall Several disciples gathered around, talking and laughing.
A girl in a blue outfit ran at the front, like a jumping bird.
Langjiu stretched and stood up from the stands.
It's his turn to play.
His opponent today is a disciple named Qian Meng from the Iron Fist Martial Arts School, Middle An Jin.
Lang Jiu twisted his wrist and walked towards Arena No. 9.
"Rogue Cultivator, Lu Jiu."
He stood on the ring with a lazy posture and a black dagger behind his back, looking unremarkable.
Opposite me, Qian Meng, who was tall and tall, obviously didn't take him seriously. He grinned and said with a smile, "Rogue Cultivator? With your small body, how dare you participate in the Qingshan Martial Arts Association? Don't kneel on the ground and call me grandpa!"
The corners of Lang Jiu's mouth raised slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
The moment the referee's flag fell, Qian Meng rushed over like an angry bull, his fists were like hammers, and the wind howled.
There was a roar of applause from the audience.
Lang Jiu stood still and didn't move.
It wasn't until the opponent's fist hit in front of him that he turned sideways, reached out with lightning in his left hand, and struck the opponent's elbow.
"Crack."
There was a crisp sound.
The strong man's right arm was bent at an extremely weird angle, making a horrifying sound of bone cracking.
Lang Jiu succeeded in one attack and did not stop his attack.
He stepped forward with his left foot, and his right knee had already pushed into the opponent's abdomen. An Jin was like a cone attached to the bone, penetrating the abdominal cavity and pushing the strong man's feet directly off the ground.
Then he reached out with his right hand, grabbed the opponent's throat, lifted the strong Qian Meng like a little chicken, and then slammed him to the ground.
"Bang!"
The arena shook.
Qian Meng's eyes rolled up and he fainted on the spot.
The whole place was silent for a moment, followed by loud exclamations.
"I... did I read that right? Just a few moves and it's over?"
"Lu Jiu? Who is that? Is there such a person in Rogue Cultivator?"
"Qian Meng from the Iron Fist Martial Arts School can't stand a single confrontation? What kind of cultivation level does this person have?"
Lang Jiu didn't seem to hear the comments. He looked at Qian Meng lying on the ground like a dead dog and sneered in his heart. He turned around and walked out of the ring without waiting for the referee to announce.