Under One Person: Communicating with Xiao Zizai about his condition at the beginning

His arm seemed to be making a raising motion.

A vague phantom appeared in an instant.

No one saw Chen Zhuo's specific movements, only heard a crisp sound like metal colliding.

clang!

A flying knife was firmly held between Chen Zhu's two fingers.

It trembled like a captured bird.

Jia Zhengliang's pupils trembled violently.

what? !

The speed of his flying knife is not much slower than that of bullets, and its force is so strong that even metal and stone can be easily shattered.

How could someone possibly catch a flying knife with just two fingers?!

The speed and power required...

What kind of monster is this person in front of me? !

However, Jia Zhengliang was shocked.

But this does not mean that he will give up. As Feng Shayan said, Chen Zhuo was standing on the rope and could not move.

It is an absolute disadvantage.

If he can't get it even this way, Jia Zhengliang can really go home and take a shower and go to bed, instead of talking about getting back at the magistrate.

Although a flying knife was charged.

But he still has nine!

Could it be possible that Chen Zhuo could grow nine arms?

Although Jia Zhengliang's mind raced, it only took a moment. He clenched his fist and suddenly closed it.

The remaining nine flying knives whizzed towards him one after another.

clang!

Another sound of metal clashing!

Dangdang Dangdang!

Then, the sound of metal colliding continuously could be heard on the cliff, echoing through the clear sky, with the lingering sound lingering for a long time.

I only saw Chen Zhuo's whole body.

Nine silver flying knives spun and danced like a whirlwind, surrounding Chen Zhuo.

The sword beams covered Chen Zhuo's body with the power of cutting into pieces, but were quickly deflected by a flying knife held between his fingers.

This is a flying knife against a flying knife!

The whirlwind formed by Jia Zhengliang's flying knife seemed unstoppable, but it could not break through the three-foot-long siege around Chen Zhuo.

"Hey!"

"The promised blow!"

"How many combos have you made!"

Under Feng Shayan's forceful intimidation, Feng Xingtong was forced to shout at Jia Zhengliang in mid-air.

Wow!

Jia Zhengliang's raised arm fell down with a bang, and the nine flying knives that could kill immortals turned sharply and stopped, hovering around Chen Zhuo.

The knife light is still grim.

But compared with the initial unstoppable momentum, it is now completely gone.

"Humph!"

"I lost."

Jia Zhengliang had an idea.

The nine flying knives flew back into his sleeves as he wished, but the one in Chen Zhuo's hand remained unmoved.

No.

To be precise, the flying knife between Chen Zhuo's fingers was still trembling, but it was clamped by a huge force.

There's no way to break free from the bondage.

Even when Chen Zhuo used his fingers to wield the knife just now, he was using his powerful force to suppress the resistance of the object and to resist the continuous attack of the flying knife.

"what are you going to do?!"

Jia Zhengliang rarely showed a hint of nervousness on his face.

Every flying knife is the result of his hard work and cannot be lost!

Chen Zhuo smiled and said:

"If you lose, there's always a reward."

He raised the flying knife between his fingers:

"Give me this flying knife."

Jia Zhengliang was horrified:

"no!"

Without any hesitation, Jia Zhengliang immediately refused.

"Can't you afford to lose?"

Chen Zhuo tilted his head.

Jia Zhengliang was speechless for a moment. After a long pause, he finally replied:

"This flying knife is made from my Qi."

"You can't use it!"

Chen Zhuo raised his fingers and the flying knife flew up:

"Don't worry, I don't use it as a charm. I just use it to cut fruit and carve wood."

Say it.

A deep red Qi instantly ignited from Chen Zhuo's palm, like a ball of hellfire, wrapping around the silver flying knife.

In an instant, Jia Zhengliang felt that his connection with the flying knife was abruptly severed.

At the same time, a backlash force followed.

Jia Zhengliang could only bear it.

Boom! He couldn't help but feel a sweetness in his throat.

"it is good!"

"Then I lose to you!"

"We'll meet again. I'll come back to learn from you!"

Jia Zhengliang controlled the two flying knives under his feet and floated away in the air at an extremely fast speed.

It seems like running away.

Chen Zhuo smiled, walked slowly along the rope across the cliff, and stepped onto solid ground.

Feng Xingtong hurried over to greet him:

"Brother Chen is awesome!"

"They just disarmed them!"

"Can you show it to me?"

He handed the silver throwing knife between his fingers to Feng Xingtong.

"Here."

Feng Xingtong looked at the flying knife. It was well-made and the blade light was cold. Jia Zhengliang had indeed spent a lot of effort to cultivate it.

Feng Shayan said indignantly:

"Humph!"

"That brat was so arrogant just now!"

"Now I'm so weak after being beaten by my brother!"

"If he gets into my hands during the game, I will definitely give him a good beating."

Chen Zhuoxu looked at it. According to the plot, it is really possible that he fell into your hands, but it is not certain whether you can still have a relationship with him.

Who knows?

"Let's go."

Chen Zhuo took the flying knife handed to him by Feng Xingtong and put it away.

The three of them arrived at the real venue of the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

At this moment, there are already crowds of people here.

Various people from all walks of life gathered together, which can be regarded as a grand event in the circle.

Although there are many people here, Chen Zhuo feels relatively okay, which means that there are not too many negative emotions overflowing.

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After all, it is a practice of extraordinary people.

The first step is to cultivate your mind.

You must learn to control your own distracting thoughts in order to sense the existence of the innate qi and promote its operation.

Chen Zhuo saw many familiar faces from anime.

For example, the chubby Zang Long, the delicate Zhi Jinhua, and Lu Linglong with pink hair and a head of silly hair.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing in the field.

Still two people.

One is Zhang Lingyu, a high-ranking Taoist priest of the Tianshi Mansion, who is dressed in a white Taoist robe, with long silver hair and an aura of coolness and purity.

One is Zhuge Qing, the successor of the Wuhou School, who is dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and black overalls.

However, soon.

Everyone's attention shifted to another direction.

Because Zhang Chulan is here.

He felt the aggressive gazes from all around him, filled with curiosity, dissatisfaction, and a fighting spirit.

I couldn't help muttering:

"It doesn't look good."

“I seem to be targeted.”

Feng Baobao said indifferently:

"It doesn't matter. I'm your thug anyway. I'll help you clean up all the garbage on your way to the championship... woo woo..."

Zhang Chulan covered Feng Baobao's mouth with one hand.

"Sister, your voice is too loud!"

All the strangers around the two of them who had just heard Feng Baobao's outrageous words surrounded them aggressively.

It seems that he wants to teach them a lesson.

Feng Xingtong laughed loudly:

"Baoer is such an interesting girl."