"The three major sects, Huoyun Sect, Earth Xuan Sect, and Tiandao Valley, stand on three sides in Qingyang Prefecture. They sound majestic, but in the end they are just a toad sitting in a well counting stars."
Wang Chengde's fingers gently tapped the armrest of the seat,
"Outside the well, there is a vast land and the real world of martial arts."
Wang Yanzhi's eyes moved slightly. "What father said was Dongzhou?"
"Dongzhou?"
Wang Chengde turned his face sideways, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, "You, your vision is still too shallow. Above Dongzhou is the Kingdom of Wei, and beyond the Kingdom of Wei is the Canglan Continent. The journey of martial arts is more than tens of thousands of miles away. Where have you come now?"
Wang Yanzhi lowered his head. "My child is short-sighted, please teach me my father."
Wang Chengde did not speak immediately.
He turned his gaze forward again, looking at the young warriors who were excited for a small martial arts competition, with a trace of slight contempt in his eyes.
That's a real slight.
His son, Wang Chengde, should never have competed with these people.
At this moment, the brass bell on the viewing platform rang again.
Meng Qiuran's loud voice spread throughout the audience. "The top seven battles of Qingshan Martial Arts Association, the first one, Wang Family Wang Yanzhi, vs. Zhou Family Zhou Tai!"
The school grounds suddenly became excited.
Wang Yanzhi versus Zhou Tai is recognized as the pinnacle showdown among the top seven.
One is the eldest son of the Wang Family, the leader of the three great Lineage, who has superb swordsmanship and is as gentle as jade; the other is Zhou Family, an unrivaled genius in the art of shooting, who shoots like a dragon and is as calm as a mountain.
No matter who wins or loses between the two, it is destined to be a battle that will be recorded in the history of the Qingshan Martial Arts Association.
Wang Chengde said calmly, "There are many things in the world that you still need to understand by yourself. Go ahead, it's your turn."
When Wang Yanzhi heard this, he had no choice but to hold back and ask.
Turn around and walk towards the ring.
He is dressed in a pure white brocade robe, with a three-foot-long sword named "Liu Shuang" hanging from his waist. His clothes are gently fluttering in the wind, and his posture is free and casual.
Zhou Taize took the stage from the other side.
He was still wearing the green and gray uniform, holding a silver gun, and walking firmly.
The two stood three feet apart.
"Brother Zhou." Wang Yanzhi cupped his fist slightly.
"Brother Wang." Zhou Tai returned the greeting with a low voice.
He stared at Wang Yanzhi across from him, with no slightest hint of contempt in his eyes.
"The first game, Wang Family Wang Yanzhi versus Zhou Family Zhou Tai, begins!"
The referee's flag suddenly waved down.
Zhou Tai took the lead,
He has never been a person who likes nonsense, and he is not good at polite greetings.
All he believes in is the gun in his hand.
The spear comes out like a dragon.
The silver spear drew a dazzling silver light in the air, heading straight towards Wang Yanzhong's palace.
This spear is simple and unpretentious, but it pours all the Late Dark Force power into the tip of the spear. Before the spear arrives, the sharp blast of the spear has already made Wang Yanzhi's hair rise.
"Good marksmanship!"
In the stands, Zhou Nantian's half-closed eyes finally opened completely.
He knew his son very well. This shot seemed simple, but in fact he concentrated all his strength on one point without wasting any of it. It was a complete killing shot.
Zhou Tai didn't hold back.
Facing an opponent like Wang Yanzhi, any attempt to hold back would be disrespectful to the opponent.
Wang Yanzhi's face was calm and calm.
He didn't even draw his sword.
When the tip of the gun was still two feet away from his throat, he slowly turned sideways. With just a slight step, his whole body was like a white cloud carried by the wind, sliding half a foot away.
The tip of the spear grazed his collar, and the strong wind blew up the corners of his robe, but he himself was unscathed.
"Brother Zhou's gun is faster than three days ago." Wang Yanzhi said with a faint smile.
Zhou Tai didn't answer. With a flick of his wrist, the spear swept out like a silver snake and hit Wang Yan's waist.
This spear changes moves very quickly, there is almost no gap between the straight thrust and the sweep, and the momentum of the spear is connected like clouds and flowing water.
However, Wang Yanzhi still just avoided it lightly.
He didn't even draw his sword.
There was an exclamation in the stands.
"What is Wang Yanzhi doing? He doesn't even draw his sword. Isn't it too much?"
"He has that kind of capital, but you haven't noticed his body skills? Zhou Tai's gun is fast enough, but he can't even touch the corner of his clothes."
"Zhou Tai is Late Dark Force, and his marksmanship is amazing. Can Wang Yanzhi handle it with bare hands?"
"Wang Yanzhi is at the pinnacle of An Jin. His level is already higher, and with his swordsmanship... well, Zhou Tai is probably going to be in trouble."
Jiang Fa stood in front of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall stand, his eyes locked on the two figures on the stage.
Wang Yanzhi's movement technique was different from anything he had seen before.
There is no agile retracement of Feiyan's Hui Ling Step, nor does it blend into the wind like Wind-Chasing Steps. Wang Yanzhi's footwork is extremely simple.
It was the simplest move, forward, backward, left and right, but every time it happened to be just right. It was like knowing exactly where Zhou Tai's shot would hit in advance, and then avoiding it one step ahead.
"This man's eyesight... is terrifying."
Jiang Fa thought in his heart.
"And he hasn't drawn his sword yet."
"If Zhou Tai continues to fight like this, I'm afraid he will eat him alive."
Just as he was taking a closer look, the situation on the stage changed again.
Zhou Tai missed ten consecutive stabs, but he didn't show any signs of anxiety. Instead, his spears became faster and faster.
His marksmanship seemed to have a strange quality. Once the spear was thrust out, it had infinite stamina. The strong wind from the tip of the spear squeezed Wang Yanzhi from all directions, forcing the latter to move repeatedly.
"Okay! This guy Zhou Tai has mastered the 'tang' technique of marksmanship!"
Lie Changkong's eyes flashed with admiration, and he whispered to Zhao Zhong beside him, "Brother Zhao, look, his gun seems to be attacking, but in fact, each shot has three points of stamina. These stamina are constantly superimposed in the air, accumulating more and more, and finally form an invisible net, compressing the opponent's movement space little by little. As long as Wang Yanzhi is trapped, it will be useless no matter how fast he is!"
Zhao Zhong didn't answer, just nodded slightly.
On the stage, the smile on Wang Yanzhi's face faded a little.
He sensed Zhou Tai's intention.
The trajectory of the silver gun seemed direct, but in fact it had a hidden backhand.
Every thrust of the spear left an imperceptible energy around him. These energies were connected with each other and gradually formed a large web.
"Interesting."
Wang Yanzhi finally had a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
His toes were a little bit on the ground, and his figure suddenly rose up. He rose from the ground like a white crane, leaping more than two feet, and threw the net of spear power that had not yet fully formed under his feet.
"You want to trap me? You're just wishful thinking!"
In mid-air, Wang Yanzhi's hand finally pressed on the hilt of the sword.
The Frost Sword is unsheathed.
The light of the sword filled the sky like frost and snow, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
There is nothing fancy about this sword, it is just a simple slash.
But that sword light made all the sword-wielding warriors present change their expressions.
Fast.
Too fast.
When the sword light was about to appear, the sword had already struck the tip of Zhou Tai's spear.
"Ding!"
There was a clear and clear sound of gold and iron.
Zhou Tai felt an indescribable force coming from the tip of the spear, his hands shook violently, and his entire right arm suddenly became numb.
The tip of the gun sank due to the sword blow, and the gun body bent in a dangerous arc.
Zhou Tai groaned and took five steps back on the stage with his feet, making the ring bang with each step.
He suddenly raised his gun and pointed the tip of the gun at Wang Yanzhi in the air.
Wang Yanzhi took advantage of the repulsive power of the sword, and his whole body slowly fell down like a light feather.
The white robes fluttered, and the sword light was like frost.
In the eyes of others, this scene is indescribably cool.