The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 79: Object Controlling Technique vs. Blade Will [First Order Request! ]

A corner of Longhu Mountain.

The North China F4 gathered together and formed a circle under a tree.

Except for Feng Baobao, the innocent one, the other three all looked worried.

Just now, Xu Si went to ask the Taoist priest at the Tianshi Mansion, and he said that Qin Ye’s real age is under 30 and not over the age limit.

The age measurement method is bone touching, which basically has no deviation.

It is easy for an alien to disguise his appearance, but it is extremely difficult to change his bones.

"Alas, Chu Lan, perhaps this is fate." Xu Si patted Zhang Chu Lan's shoulder and said earnestly, "Perhaps this time you will learn from Guan Yu. First, defeat Zhuge Qing, then kill Zhang Lingyu, and finally, warm the wine and kill the sword nightmare."

Zhang Chulan curled his lips and said, "Fourth brother, are you kidding me? I can kill any of these three. Killing me is almost the same."

Xu San placed his hand on Zhang Chulan's other shoulder. "Don't be discouraged. There are more than just these three. There's also Jia Zhengliang, probably the most outstanding object control genius in Jia Village in the past hundred years. It is said that he has twelve immortal-slaying flying knives. Come on, you can do it."

"." Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes. He didn't want to talk anymore.

What kind of monsters are these!

Destroy it, I'm tired.

Feng Baobao looked left and right, and she understood.

"Zhang Chulan, don't be afraid. I'm here to help you clear the obstacles. There are four of us, so I just need to dig four pits."

"Hehehe Sister Baoer, you really can give people a sense of security." Zhang Chulan laughed dryly twice: "If you can bury these four, you will be my real sister."

Feng Baobao made an OK gesture: "No big deal."

Xu San quickly pressed Feng Baobao's hand down. "No, the other three are easy to deal with, but you absolutely cannot mess with that Dao Yan. He's a lunatic. He kills anyone in the Lu family at will, and he doesn't even take anyone else seriously. He doesn't care about your status."

"San'er is right." Xu Si, who rarely disagreed with Xu San, said seriously, "Don't mess with this guy. All the contestants combined probably haven't killed as many people as he has. We're not even on the same level. If you meet this guy, you must hide."

Not only the Lu family, but this person is the first one who can kill Quan Xing and make him afraid to stay in South China.

Zhang Chulan nodded: "Well, now we can only take it one step at a time."

"Okay, don't be depressed. The game is almost over. Go wait for the next round of draw."

Soon, all the competitions in the first round were over.

The old Taoist priest walked onto the stage and said loudly, "Hoho, everyone, thank you for your hard work. As of now, the first round of competitions is complete. There are 32 winners."

After the opening remarks, the next round of drawing lots began.

The second round of drawing lots is to draw names directly. Whoever is drawn will be the opponent in the next game.

Qin Ye opened the slip of paper he had drawn, and there were three words written on it.

"Jia Zhengliang."

"Hey, you're really unlucky."

At this time, a fat man with small eyes came to Qin Ye's side, looked at his name on the paper and shook his head.

"With your strength, you would have no problem advancing to the next round if you met anyone else. Unfortunately, you met this Jia Zhengliang. The object control skills of the Jia Village in the west are unrivaled in the world of extraordinary people. This Jia Zhengliang is also the genius of the Jia Village in the past hundred years. His twelve flying swords that slash the immortals are unmatched. What a pity."

Qin Ye didn't recognize this person at first, but after listening to his clear and logical words, he also remembered a supporting role in the original comic.

His name seems to be 'Canglong'. He loves to collect information and is considered a know-it-all in the small circle of extraordinary people.

Qin Ye was speechless, nodded politely, and turned to leave.

"Hey, don't leave in such a hurry. My name is Canglong, an intelligence expert. I have all the information about Jia Zhengliang. If you want, I'll give new customers a 20% discount. No, 40% is fine, even 40% is fine."

Ignoring Canglong's shouting behind him, Qin Ye followed the young Taoist priest who arranged the accommodation.

But before he had taken a few steps, he was stopped again.

She was a woman with wheat-colored skin, short silver Sassoon hair, a tall and charming figure, and a confident smile on her lips.

The features were so obvious that Qin Ye recognized it at a glance.

Feng Shayan, the daughter of Feng Zhenghao of Tianxiahui, is a congenital extraordinary person with the ability to bridge space and the derived method of "Hundred-Step Fist".

There was a young man beside her, he was her younger brother Feng Xingtong, the successor of Ju Ling Qian Jiang.

"Hello Qin Ye, my name is Feng Shayan, nice to meet you." Feng Shayan stretched out her slender hand with a graceful manner.

Qin Ye stretched out his hand and shook hers: "What's the matter?" "I haven't seen you before. Are you an ordinary person? Do you want to join my Tianxia Club? I guarantee you will be satisfied with the benefits." Feng Shayan said.

"Oh? What are the benefits?"

"Whatever you can think of, I have it in my world."

Feng Xingtong, who was standing by, scratched his head as he watched the two of them holding hands while they talked. "Sister, do you really have to communicate like this?"

Both parties withdrew their hands silently.

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

"If you change your mind, you can come find me at Tianxiahui."

"it is good."

After Qin Ye left, Feng Xingtong approached her sister and asked quietly, "Sister, why did you invite him to join our Tianxia Club? He's probably going to be eliminated tomorrow. If you want to invite anyone, you should invite Jia Zhengliang."

Feng Shayan glanced at him, feeling somewhat disappointed: "Use your brain a little. Jia Zhengyu was humiliated in our house before, and his brother can still join us?"

"Although Dad has been promoted to the Ten Lords, they all look down on him. It's because our family is rich but powerless. We should take advantage of this conference to recruit more talents and strengthen the Tianxia Association. Then those old men won't dare to look down on Dad anymore."

"Who else told you that Qin Ye would be eliminated tomorrow?"

Feng Xingtong shrugged. "Needless to say, Jia Zhengliang is the biggest dark horse in this competition. He can control twelve flying knives simultaneously, while Jia Zhengyu can only control three, which is already quite impressive. That's a four-fold difference."

"Things are still undecided, don't jump to conclusions. Let's see tomorrow."

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning.

A group of strange people who were participating in the competition and watching the competition gathered at the arena.

Outside the arena, there are four large screens where you can watch four competitions at the same time. If you want to focus on a particular one, you can go inside to watch.

There are sixteen competitions today, divided into four groups.

The first batch of battles were nothing exciting. Although there were some fighters with names to name, none of them used their real skills.

Wang Ye, the big-nosed man, defeated his opponent with just his Tai Chi skills without using any Fenghou Qimen at all.

Qin Ye was in the second group. When he walked into the venue, he saw Jia Zhengliang with red hair already waiting there.

But I don't know who he was talking to on the phone, his mouth was always busy, he didn't even look at Qin Ye, completely ignoring him.

He has been trained as a genius since he was young and he is indeed capable, so it is no wonder that he is so arrogant.

As the referee announced the start of the match, Jia Zhengliang casually threw out three throwing knives while continuing to talk on the phone.

The casual attitude does not regard the other party as one's opponent at all.

But then he heard three crisp sounds, and then he felt a cold wind blowing in his face. Before he could react, he saw a black shadow printed on his face.

It was a long sword that had not yet been unsheathed.

Bang!
Jia Zhengliang was hit hard and flew out, rolling thirty times and falling to the ground, with a deep red blood mark on his face.

He stood up and touched his left cheek in confusion:

"Hiss~ You're serious right away, aren't you? Didn't you see I was on the phone? Don't you have any tact? Okay, in that case, I won't be polite!"

Before he took action, he gave some instructions to the person on the other end of the phone, then he hung up the phone angrily, swung his hands, and including the three before, twelve flying knives were sent flying in the air at such a fast speed that they left streaks of light.

"It appears! Jia Zhengliang's twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives!"

"With each additional object added to the Object Control Technique, the difficulty and power increase exponentially. Jia Zhengyu only has three flying knives, while Jia Zhengliang is truly a once-in-a-century genius. He unleashed twelve flying knives in one go. It seems he's really mad."

"Who told the other party to launch a sneak attack right from the start? Now he's in for it. Tsk tsk tsk, this match is a foregone conclusion."

The audience outside the stadium was noisy and had already decided the winner.

Twelve handles...

Inside the arena, Qin Ye looked at the twelve flying knives with an indifferent expression, and held the hilt with his right hand.

With a clang, thousands of blades were unsheathed.

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(End of this chapter)