Longevity Immortal Mansion Time Dragon Seat

Chapter 187
Chapter 189 Zhang Yu VS Zhao Qiang
Finally, the three of them arrived at the main city of Pioli Kingdom. They stood on the bustling street, feeling the commotion of the crowd.

The pulse of the city is beating here, as if everyone is a cell of the city, and together constitute this prosperous kingdom.

The buildings on both sides of the street are soaring into the sky, and the names of various shops are written on the gorgeous signboards, exuding tempting aroma and tempting taste of various delicacies.

Vendors were enthusiastically hawking all kinds of commodities, and their voices came and went, interweaving into a lively music.

Zhao Wuye stood quietly on the street, his eyes quickly shuttled through the crowd, observing every detail.

He noticed that the stone bricks of the street were smooth and tidy, shining charmingly under the sunlight.

The flower beds on the side of the road are full of various flowers, and the fragrance of flowers fills the air, which is refreshing.

The mountains in the distance are like a beautiful picture scroll under the sunshine, giving people a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

Suddenly, a nobleman in gorgeous robes walked through the crowd, followed by a group of attendants, each of whom was expressionless and solemn.

The aristocrat held a gilded cane in his hand, decorated with precious gemstones, shining with dazzling light.

He raised his chin proudly, and glanced indifferently at the crowd around him, as if declaring his noble status.

The three observed all this silently, their hearts filled with curiosity and longing for the city.

In this bustling crowd, everyone has their own story, and every building has its own history.

They imagined the treasure thieves' stronghold, the hidden riches and brave warriors here.

Although the kingdom was destroyed by the army, its spirit has been passed down here and has become the pride of the city.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it the breath of the Daoli Mountain Range.

The outlines of the mountains are gradually revealed. Against the blue sky, they look like a group of majestic giants guarding the land.

A clear stream meanders between the mountains. The gurgling stream seems to be telling the story of the mountains.

At the foot of the mountain, the dense forest is verdant, and the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming spots of light, giving people a mysterious and peaceful feeling.

At this moment, a mysterious man in a black robe appeared from the corner of the street. He was wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face, and his figure was tall and straight, like a black tower.

He sang slowly, his voice low and sonorous, as if calling from nature.

His singing is so powerful and magical that it's so intoxicating that you stop and listen.

"Strong clouds blowing sleeves, the eternity is long, the Cangshan Mountains are endless, endlessly stacked, the land surrounded by mountains, food and clothing are not worrying, the heart is not the same, the reason for the orientation, should be sighed for too long, should be sighed for too long, pitiful Wangyou, pitiful Fenjiao." After the man in black chanted, he disappeared into the vast crowd.

At this time, Zhang Yu saw a strange look in Wang Yun's eyes, and he asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Wang Yun collected her thoughts, shook her head, and said, "It's nothing! Did you see the person who sang the song?"

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Well, it's really strong!"

He seems to be just a simple sentence, and he actually pulled everyone into his domain. This kind of technique is simply unheard of and unseen.Not only that, but the poem just now contained a powerful force.

If my guess is correct, this person should be a practitioner.

At this time, Zhang Yu thought of the man in black again. His back was very familiar, but unfortunately, because the distance was too far, he didn't see his appearance clearly.

Zhang Yu secretly took note of the figure of this person, ready to go back and check.

Zhang Yu, Li Ming and Wang Tao stepped into this strange place for the first time, and they knew nothing about it.

They came to the door of an antique teahouse. The wooden door of the teahouse was engraved with traces of time, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

Pushing open the door of the teahouse, a faint fragrance of tea comes to the nostrils, as if you are in a completely different world.

The decoration in the teahouse is simple and elegant. There are beautiful landscape paintings hanging on the walls. The delicate brushstrokes outline the scenes of undulating mountains and flowing rivers, as if bringing people into the poetic nature.

In the corner of the teahouse, a young tea artisan is concentrating on making tea for the guests.

Wearing traditional Chinese clothing, he is skillful and gentle, and every tilting movement is full of ritual.

His eyes are bright and full of spirit, as if hiding endless wisdom.

A row of exquisite tea sets, such as teapots, teacups, teaspoons, etc., are placed on the wall of the teahouse, each of which exudes an elegant luster.

There are unique patterns on the teapot, which seem to be a little story, and people can't help but want to taste the taste.

The three of Zhang Yu sat at a wooden table in the teahouse, feeling the tranquility and warmth here.

They exchanged glances with each other, their hearts full of curiosity about this strange place.

They decided to inquire about the tea master, hoping to learn more about the stories and customs here.

The three of them stood up in unison, and walked cautiously towards the tea master.

The tea master put down the teapot in his hand and greeted them with a smile.

They asked the tea art master about the local conditions and customs here, and the tea art master replied gently, his voice was like a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

The atmosphere of the teahouse became more lively, the guests chatted and tasted the special tea made by the teahouse.

The teahouse is filled with laughter and the aroma of tea. Here, time seems to freeze, making people forget the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Zhang Yu called the proprietress and asked if there were any activities recently?

Wiping the tea set, the proprietress said, "At noon today, there will be a competition in the duel field. The winner can join the Kingdom Guard. There is no limit. You foreigners can also participate."

Zhang Yu and the two said: "Then I'll go and see what the duel field looks like, and see if I can enter the Royal Guard. You two wait here, don't move around."

"Yeah," the two replied.

At noon today, under the scorching sun of the duel field, a bustling scene unfolded before people's eyes.

A towering fence stands around the dueling field, and the railings are covered with colorful flags, fluttering in the wind.

The fine sand in the venue shone down and reflected dazzling light, as if the entire venue was surrounded by the flames of the sun.

People came from all directions, forming a stream of people.

Dressed in a variety of brightly colored costumes, they sparkle in different colors and patterns, adding a splash of color to the entire scene.

Some people are holding shining weapons, some people are carrying heavy shields on their backs, and they are all getting ready for this competition.

Standing in the center of the arena is a majestic referee, wearing a luxurious red robe and holding a golden staff.His eyes scanned the surroundings, revealing a stern aura.

There are auditoriums around the venue, with hundreds of seats distributed high and low.

Spectators crowded these seats, looking forward to the start of this competition.

They were chatting excitedly, discussing the strong in their minds, their faces full of anticipation and excitement.

The moment the competition started, everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the field.

The two duelists stood facing each other, a powerful aura emanating from them.

One is Zhao Qiang from the local area, and the other is Zhang Yu, a foreigner from afar. They both have determination and desire.

Zhao Qiang, a member of the Divine Elephant Clan, is about [-] meters tall. He is covered with thick scales and exudes a layer of silvery white light.

His feet stepped on the ground, making a "thump, boom, boom" sound.

The members of the Zhao Qiang God Elephant Clan walked forward step by step.A strong fighting spirit burst out in his eyes.

Zhang Yu stood still, but the powerful aura emanating from him gave people a strong sense of oppression.Zhang Yu slowly raised his foot and stepped towards the other party.

On them, a terrifying coercion enveloped the entire space, making everyone suffocate.

Zhao Qiang stomped the soles of the elephant clan's feet, and the whole ground trembled immediately.His speed was as fast as lightning, and he rushed to Zhang Yu in an instant, clenched his fists, and smashed down with a sound of breaking through the air.

The fist slid across the air, bringing out bursts of whistling sounds, the sound was like thunder rolling in, buzzing in the ears.

"Come on!" Zhang Yu shouted angrily, clenching his hands into fists.

His fist seemed to turn into a small sun, emitting a dazzling red light, blocking all the surrounding light.

The sound of "dong dong" was endless, Zhang Yu punched out, and went straight to the abdomen of Zhao Qiang's idol tribe.

Zhao Qiang's idol clansmen crossed their arms to block Zhang Yu's attack.With great force, he hit Zhang Yu's fist fiercely, making a loud noise.

Zhang Yu only felt numbness in his hands, and his arms were sore.

"What a strong force!" Zhang Yu thought to himself, and stepped back a few steps.

Zhang Yu was a little surprised that Zhao Qiang's idol clan members were too powerful.

"It seems that I still underestimated their strength." Zhang Yu secretly said in his heart.

Although his current strength is already very good, he can even be called abnormal.

The next step is the official start of the duel!
The Zhao Qiang Idol clansman let out a roar, and rushed to Zhang Yu again, his eyes the size of copper bells fixed on Zhang Yu, his fists waved, and fell on Zhang Yu's body like raindrops.

Zhang Yu kept retreating, but every move was blocked.

He felt himself trapped by a wall of flesh with no way out.

All the audience's hearts reached their throats.

Zhang Yu kept dodging the attacks of Zhao Qiang's idol tribe, but every time he was blocked by the opponent's fist.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of muffled sounds exploded in the air, like the sound of firecrackers exploding, causing the eardrums of those who heard it to hurt, the heartbeat to speed up, and the blood to boil.

Suddenly Zhang Yu's figure disappeared in the same place in an instant, and appeared behind Zhao Qiang, holding a dagger in his hand.

She stabbed the back of the head of Zhao Qiang's idol tribe, this knife was extremely delicate.If a member of Zhao Qiang's God Elephant Clan was stabbed in the back of the head, he would lose his fighting power.

"Humph!"

The Zhao Qiang Idol Clan snorted coldly, shook his arms, and a powerful energy emanated from him, and bounced the dagger away.Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Yu hurried to the side and escaped the fatal blow from Zhao Qiang's idol tribe.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the stones on the ring shattered one after another, and a figure appeared beside Zhao Qiang's Idol Clan.

This figure is a muscular man with a very explosive figure.

The man's skin is dark, his muscles are knotted, and he looks as strong as an iron tower.

He wore iron rings on his hands, which looked rough.

On his shoulder, there is a strange tattoo, tattooed on the shoulder.

The man's figure was very burly, even with a well-proportioned body, he looked extremely majestic.

His face is firm, his eyebrows are thick, his eyes are piercing, and he looks quite murderous.

He said nothing, just watched his opponent silently.

Zhang Yu took a deep breath, kicked his feet, and rushed towards Zhao Qiang's idol clan like an arrow off the string.

Behind him, there was a faint flash of thunder.

Zhao Qiang's Idol Clan clenched his fists tightly, and a more powerful force gushed out from his body.

"Boom!"

The dust on the ring was flying, and the two figures moved rapidly, colliding constantly.

Their speed was getting faster and faster, and the wind of their fists whizzed, making whistling sounds in the air.

"boom!"

It was another reckless fight, and the Zhao Qiang Idol Clan flew backwards again.

Taking advantage of the victory, Zhang Yu pursued and grabbed Zhao Qiang's idol clan by the neck, pulling him closer to him.

Zhang Yu's fist fell down mercilessly.

With a sound of "bang", the sternum of Zhao Qiang's idol clan collapsed, blood dripped from his chest, and a stream of hot blood sprayed on Zhang Yu's face.

Zhao Qiang's idol tribe turned his head with difficulty, stared at Zhang Yu with resentment in his eyes, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but blood overflowed from his mouth, and he couldn't speak at all.

In the end, his pupils dilated, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and regret
"Plop..." Zhao Qiang, a member of the Shenxiang tribe, fell heavily on the ring, his body gradually softened, passed out, and finally lay on the ground.

The Zhao Qiang Idol Clan is indeed very strong. Zhang Yu blocked all the attacks of the Zhao Qiang Idol Clan just now.The power of Zhao Qiang's punch is enough to penetrate the steel plate.

However, Zhang Yu escaped by relying on [Divine Action].Moreover, he knocked out Zhao Qiang's idol tribe with one punch, which shows how powerful Zhang Yu is now.

Zhang Yu looked at Zhao Qiang who fell to the ground indifferently, without any feeling of joy.

He knew he could join the Royal Guard.

The auditorium outside the field burst into warm applause. Zhao Qiang is really strong, but he lost to Zhang Yu.

"That's great!"

“Long live Zhang Yu!”

“Zhang Yu is invincible!”

There were enthusiastic shouts from the crowd watching outside the venue, and many girls were very excited.

"Won!"

"Brother Zhang Yu, I love you to death!"

"Okay!" The referee clapped his hands and signaled to be quiet. In this competition, Zhang Yu won!Now I invite the prime minister of the Pioli Kingdom to come on stage. "

Zhang Yu turned to look at the audience, and a man in a Chinese dress slowly walked onto the stage.

He is eight feet tall, tall and straight, with a dignified appearance.

His eyes were sharp, and his whole body exuded a compelling sharpness.

This is a great master.

(End of this chapter)