Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 315

It can be seen that the relationship between Zhang Jiao and Shorty Pan is really quite good. As soon as they met, they exchanged ideas and fought very fiercely.

From Zhao Ji's point of view, the fight between the two was extremely fierce. He feared that he risked his life to fight, and even produced flames and frost. This kind of battle is not fierce.

However, this kind of battle, between Zhang Jiao and Shorty Pan, is actually a relatively normal kind of confrontation, and it is not a battle that is really risking one's life.

During the fight, the two of them were extremely fierce, within a radius of a hundred miles, it was as if they had been robbed, but after the fight was over, the two of them sat down and played chess quietly.

A game of Go, when the two play it, is really mysterious and full of various changes, swords, lights and swords in formation, and some mysterious shadows.

The attainments of the two in Go are really extremely high, Zhao Ji was dazzled by the killing of each other, as if there were two armies fighting fiercely.

For a game of Go, Zhang Jiao and Pan Xiaozi played for a long time, for three days, the game was not over yet, the two of them made a piece that was as heavy as a mountain and as heavy as a mountain.

When the game of Go came to an end, under the peak, there was a person leaping into the air, climbing up the high cliff like flying.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a short combat uniform, but he can't wear the temperament of a warrior. Instead, he has a somewhat refined attitude, like a scholar.

Such a scholar is extremely strong and can do things that ordinary people cannot do. The 45-degree upward slope of the rock wall is a place that is difficult for birds to cross, but this person can easily climb up.

His body is like a sharp arrow, and he is more nimble than an ape. At a height of two thousand feet, the scholar climbed up. At first, it didn't seem too strenuous.

However, the cultivation base and strength of the scholar are not endless after all. When the peak of [-] feet high comes to an end, the climb of the scholar becomes gradually difficult.

When Zhao Ji was climbing this peak, he was more than half exhausted, but this scholar performed much better than Zhao Ji.

At the end, the scholar's climb became more and more difficult. Although it was not difficult, it was almost the same. However, the scholar still persisted. After exerting all his strength, he finally reached the platform halfway up the mountain .

A peak that seems to be out of joint, the top is thin and the bottom is thick, I don't know whether it is the uncanny workmanship of nature or manpower, which has produced this strange scene.

When he saw this peak for the first time, Zhao Ji also had this idea for a while, but he dared not imagine that manpower is exhausted, how could it be possible to cut a peak into such a shape.

The scholar climbed onto the platform, already panting and sweating profusely, a feeling of extreme weakness and exhaustion welled up in his heart.

However, the scholar still forcibly supported himself and walked towards the inside. When he turned in one direction, he saw Zhang Jiao and Shorty Pan sitting there playing chess, as well as Zhao Ji and Duoduo standing beside him.

Like a sprint for a hundred meters, the scholar rushed forward with an anxious look on his face. It seemed that there was something urgent, but he didn't say it immediately.

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but he didn't dare to say it. At the critical moment when Zhang Jiao and Shorty Pan were playing chess, the scholar didn't dare to interrupt, so he had to wait quietly.

"Okay, hahaha, Zhang Jiao, you are half ahead of me in martial arts, but I beat you by a piece in chess."

Dropping a sunspot, a smug smile bloomed at the corner of Shorty Pan's mouth, and he laughed loudly.

Shorty Pan is very complacent, a little complacent. With this level of cultivation and strength, apart from the pursuit of martial arts, there is really no other pursuit for a character of this level.

Zhang Jiao and Shorty Pan are tyrannical fighters at the Golden Core Realm, and their lifespan is not short, even if they are not a thousand years old, they are probably hundreds of years old.

Existences that have lived for hundreds or thousands of years are considered antiques. After living for so many years, they may not necessarily understand more and more. On the contrary, some old people will still be old children.

This is the case with Zhang Jiao and Shorty Pan. Apart from the pursuit of martial arts, in many aspects, they love to compete for the victory and lose face. In fact, this is quite normal.

"That's right. Today, I let you win a hand. You are lucky. In the future, you may not have such good luck."

With a faint smile, Zhang Jiao said indifferently.

Zhang Jiao's appearance clearly shows that he is not satisfied with victory or defeat, but he has a bit of a superior demeanor.

After joking with Shorty Pan, Zhang Jiao's gaze focused on the scholar who was waiting at the side, a smile on his face restrained, and he asked lightly, "Scholar with Iron Spear, why are you here?"

"Hearing that the leader is back, the subordinates were very happy, so they came to have a look."

Prostrating to Zhang Jiao like pushing a golden mountain and pouring a jade pillar down, the Iron Spear Scholar looked upright, respectful and authentic.

As soon as these words were said, Zhao Ji finally understood that this iron gun scholar, it turns out, is a person of the Taiping Dao, and his respect for Zhang Jiao is quite normal.

Taipingdao is a sect with a strong agitation, and the people in the sect are as if they have been brainwashed. They really respect Zhang Jiao, the leader, to the extreme.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Jiao said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me, come to me, what's the matter?"

Without Zhang Jiao's permission, Iron Spear Talent didn't dare to get up, lowered his head slightly, and said loudly: "Master, those people below can't be suppressed anymore, they want to attack Guangyang Mansion."

"What, attacking Guangyang Mansion, are they looking for death?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao's face was startled, his expression almost turned livid, he got up and roared loudly.

The fury of thunder was brewing in Zhang Jiao's heart. It seemed that a violent storm was about to descend. Everyone present could feel the dull oppressive feeling.

Zhang Jiao's anger made the surrounding air seem to become viscous, and the air was filled with ubiquitous pressure. Zhao Ji could clearly feel this change, and his expression couldn't help changing.

"A warrior in the Golden Core Realm is really too strong."

This is Zhao Ji's only idea.

Although his anger was soaring, Zhang Jiao suppressed it and did not explode. He looked at the iron gun scholar with sharp eyes like a knife, and asked coldly: "What's going on, please tell me clearly. "

Zhang Jiao's thunderous fury did not erupt, but Iron Spear Scholar still endured tremendous pressure. The moment he spoke, his whole body trembled slightly, and he was still unsure why he was feeling uneasy.

"Master, it's like this. This year, there was a severe drought in Guangyang Mansion, the people had no crops, and the court's disaster relief was not good, which made the land a thousand miles away. The brothers felt that the opportunity had come, so..."

(End of this chapter)