Chapter two hundred and thirty, narrator (part one)

"Oh, my God, what is this? How can it be so strong? "

"Oh, my God, don't you need spiritual power to swing it like this? Why can you cut it so far? "

"Master, real master! Trick, real trick! Master Zhang is standing in the middle of the tournament, hardly moving, and already his opponent is fleeing! "

"Yes, with such a powerful sword move, not to mention one-on-one, even one-on-ten would have fallen down. "

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The audience who came to watch, most of them have no knowledge of the sword skills of Tianjianzong, the degree of knowledge is probably worse than Lu ran. So see a move "Wind Tornado residual cloud" , it is considered what a great trick, second by second that day.

Can Not blame everyone, after all, from the scene of the situation, Zhang shao-long sword really has a very strong atmosphere. He worked alone in a small area in the center of the arena, but wherever the sword went, it flourished and swept through the arena.

And the same Wu Zongwu heavy master Huang Binggang, at the moment can only in the periphery of the hard to dodge, a careless may even die to throw here. If someone from the clan of running water or the first five venoms had gone up there, they would have been cut into several pieces.

In stark contrast to the bustling spectator area is the referee's stand. There was no look of shock, no eager discussion, just silence.

On the judging table sat the principal figures of the four main families, as well as the heads of government who had seen some of the world.

To practice a master to say, the two actual strength on the martial arts field is really average, nothing is worth praising. And just now Zhang Shaolong used out of the wind volume remnant cloud, obviously not very skilled, the movement is very rigid, the speed and angle of the sword gas are not enough, it is estimated that only recently realized the success.

On the side of the bench, Lu ran in careful observation, also found that this Zhang shao-long at the moment to use the storm residual cloud, there are many not very exquisite place, even compared to Miss Lu is slightly inferior.

Such slow motion and rigid transformation, as long as the speed of the person close to the past, is not like a wild boar to beat it down on the spot?

The swordsman, usually very versatile, can attack, retreat and defend, move quickly and easily in a variety of styles. But Zhang Shaolong now opened this posture very big sword move, own movement speed can not keep up, the footwork is also not quick enough, meets the body law nimble affirmation to suffer a loss.

"It seems that the seven-style sword in the wind wind can cloud, in fact, is a body and spiritual strength requirements are very high sword skills, not suitable for Wuzong people in the middle of the training, " he thought.

Tianjian seven-style, according to the last Miss Lu said, and there is no priority. However, the wind is relatively easy to learn, the estimation of mental method is relatively simple, the basic requirements for spiritual strength is not high.

But such swordplay is only easy to learn. In real combat, because the stance is too big, you have to be fast and strong enough to keep yourself in the air.

As you can imagine, when you reach a certain level of discipline, spiritual strength and speed up to a certain level, the power of this move can erupt, it will be very scary. The battlefield to a hundred, wind swept residual clouds, worthy of its name.

However, his focus is not on Zhang Shaolong, after all, this move he has experienced. However, Huang Binggang's behavior, let him feel somewhat surprised. By rights, this person is also Wuzhong Wu Master, avoid this level of attack is not difficult, should not find its flaws should not be difficult, why must run?

I don't know if I heard Lu ran's thoughts, but Huang Binggang didn't run away. Sure enough, he turned and rushed to the past.

Probably found the right angle and timing, at this time Zhang Shaolong a swing finished, the forehand and backhand preparation to the next sword gas, is a gap. Huang Binggang two hands together palm, while running rubbing, also do not know how to do, actually let two hands shrouded in a fog.

This black fog, a look that is very poisonous, very fierce momentum. But so far, nothing has changed, and it seems to be similar to the moves used by the five venoms.

But some of the students of the four major schools in the audience, some of them recognized it, said a few words.

"Well, if it isn't Graupel, who likes to drop his crumbs. "

"Yes, it seems that Huang doesn't intend to go head-to-head. It's quite clever. "

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Those who did not recognize it could only listen attentively to the chatter of the religious sects in an attempt to gain an understanding of the secret tricks of the occult from one or two key messages.

At this time, there was a stir under the stage, causing many people to watch.

To tell the truth, it must be a very novel person or thing that can pull the audience's eyes away from the two contestants on the stage at this time. And so it has been -- as a master of martial arts!

From the north-west entrance came a huge moving carriage. The carriage was not carrying a sedan chair, but a large circular platform with two columns on the side and a canvas in the middle, with the words "master of Martial Arts" written on the cloth, there are four more words under it, Harvard: Cloud over the land.

There was a table in the center of the table, and beside it sat a chair, upon which sat a man. The man was in his thirties, with a handsome face, a mild complexion, a goatee, and a bunch of back hair and sideburns.

Of course, for the general audience of Huaizhou City and the practitioners of the four major schools, the two names of a single martial arts master and Zhou Yunfeng are certainly not enough to attract attention, let alone in the presence of two masters.

The most important message is that about five meters above the platform in the air, hanging a huge balloon printed on the "Wind Chasing Pavilion" three characters, and the corresponding logo.

"Oh, my God, it's the East War Pavilion! "

In the audience, near the northwest corner of a sharp-eyed audience first lost voice shouting, causing people in the vicinity have looked askance. The latter then lost his voice and shouted, gradually causing the whole field to look sideways, and finally even on the martial arts field is in the tournament Zhang Shao-long and Huang Bingang have a moment to pause, overlooking who is coming.

"No way! Is He really a fan of the WIND PAVILION? A MASTER OF MARTIAL ARTS? "

"What the Hell is this? Who is Zhou Yunfeng? "

"I don't know. Zhuifengge has heard of the master of martial arts... but I don't think so. Zhou Yunfeng... doesn't ring a bell. Zhuifengge's family name is Guo. "

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The chasing wind pavilion is the East war country two goods Zongmen, itself is not outstanding place in the martial arts building. However, the name of the door, in the world that is loud and clear, no less than a product of the door, the reason is good at chasing the wind GE spy intelligence.

It is said that most of the people chasing the wind pavilion low-key hiding, come and go without a trace, not an assassin like an assassin. And they're very good at what they do, which is a lot of national secrets.

For many years, Zhuifengge was active among the major families and government forces of the seven countries by virtue of its special ability in this field. In terms of fame and status, this sect is no worse than the three great powers of Fufeng.

The judges on the table, the masters, at this time are also very surprised, one after another to open their eyes and even stand up to see. What they were most curious about was not the name of the Chasing Pavilion, but the billboard "master of martial arts, " and the super carriage so ostentatious and stylish, and the personal beard of the man sitting on it.

Master of martial arts, is a very weighty title, weighty to even in Yipinzongmen, also very few people with such a title to promote themselves. After all, today, when hundreds of schools of thought contend, martial arts are divided and subdivided and subdivided, few can be called master of martial arts, is those who enter the state of the top strong, there is no such argument.

"Elder Tan, this Zhou Yun Wind is chasing the wind pavilion what character, how did I not hear? " Liang bin asked.

Tan Elder touched the beard, puzzled: "This old man does not seem to have heard Ah. Chasing the Wind Ge old man know the clan is Guo, doing intelligence is very powerful, did not hear of a martial arts master. "

"Strange, why did the storm Chaser come to Huaizhou? Shit, he's not a charlatan, is he? These days the art of deception is getting better and better, not to mention our White Dragon City Tianjianzong, is the Aoki City where the master is often deceived things."

"By the way, who invited this? Master Ouyang, do you have the wind court today? "

Hear Tan elder and other Masters Query, Ouyang master shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, I do not have that ability to chase the wind pavilion people invited, this really do not know. You wait, I ask to see. "

Said the master, raising his megaphone to the edge of the platform.

"Dear friend, this is the election meeting of the mayor of Nanshan town. What are you doing here? "

If you were a common charlatan, the master would have shouted for you to leave. But the other side hung the name of the Chasing pavilion, and wrote "martial arts master" , even boast of their own name hanging out, it is a bit of a feeling of being overwhelmed.

For this kind of situation, still do not act foolishly, ask clear to say again first. Sure is a charlatan, and then can be driven out, if it is the people chasing the wind pavilion, had better not offend.

The man sitting on the moving round platform heard the Lord's question and immediately stood up and waved to the Lord of Ouyang. Then he took up the megaphone under his chair, checked with the driver, and began to shout.

"My Lord, I am Zhou Yunfeng, a disciple of the East War pavilion. You invited me here. "

This speech a, on the umpire stage all micro one zheng, to Ouyang city Lord Jilt a few dozen question mark. The master smiled awkwardly and turned his face to Zhou Yunfeng, handing over the dozens of question marks.

"This friend, I do not seem to recognize you? When invited you? "

"Lord of the city, this is not kind. " Zhou Yunfeng said and put his hand into his clothes, took a long time, pulled out a piece was torn only half a piece of notice to: "You see, this is not you a few days ago in the city gate posted notice? "