After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 192
Although they are only half a step away from Wu Zong, their strength is far different from Wu Zong.

The juvenile machine country cultivators had long known the news that the strongest martial artist in Geng Bo country was injured, and when they saw that only two martial spirits from Geng Bo country came out to fight, they all showed contemptuous expressions on their faces.

"Two martial spirit practitioners, is there no one in your Gengbo country?"

The speaker was a young man, about twenty years old.

Dressed in a black robe and armor, with a long spear on his back, he has a proud aura.

The expressions of the two martial artists who represented Geng Boguo in the battle darkened, "Huangkou boy, you are only in the middle stage of martial arts, what qualifications do you have to speak out here?"

"I'm only twenty one this year, how old are the two seniors?"

The young man sneered, obviously not paying attention to the two of them, "How dare you show off if you are over half a hundred years old and haven't broken through the realm of Wu Zong?"

The young man humiliated the two martial arts masters of Geng Bo country, so as not to make Geng Bo country lose face.

It wasn't until everyone's faces became extremely ugly that the middle-aged man standing next to him spoke to stop him, "Xu Ziwu Shenyan, martial arts practitioners are not better than anyone with their mouths, we still have to see the truth."

Although his words were disciplining the youth, his demeanor was full of arrogance and confidence.

"However, there are only two martial artists in Geng Bo Kingdom. For your fairness, does the competition format need to be changed?"

"Need not."

The monarch of the Gengbo Kingdom asked someone to give an order, and put a pair of embroidered sheepskin scrolls on the tray in front of him.

That's a map.

To be precise, it is a map of where the frontier is fighting.

Whoever wins and who loses today, the spoils of war are this disputed land.

The drums of war sounded bang bang bang.

In the first competition, the young man sent by Zhiji Kingdom was the only mid-stage Wuling monk among the four.

They were so confident that they sent monks from the martial arts stage to play. Obviously, this was the only chance for Geng Bo's own monks to win.

In order to win the first game, Geng Boguo chose the strongest of the two monks in the first match - Fu Bo.

Fu Bo is a martial artist born and bred in Gengbo country, and he is also a well-known nobleman in his country.

His huge meteorite ax is so powerful that he has few opponents.

The huge ax that can only be lifted by six people is extremely powerful in his hands.When the heavy ax fell, the ground shook.

Compared with Fu Bo's strength, Xu Ziwu's movement is more flexible.

Fu Bo was eager for success, attacking everywhere, sparing no effort.

Xu Ziwu evaded flexibly, confidently and calmly, with ease.

In terms of mood, Fu Bo was slightly inferior.

However, the difference in realm can make up for the lack of state of mind. Fu Bo soon mastered the rhythm, and Xu Ziwu gradually felt strenuous in the confrontation.

To win? !

Jia Xitong stretched his head out, staring straight down.

There was no sense of urgency on the face of the young man named Xu Ziwu, when suddenly a silver light flashed in his hand.Everyone didn't have time to react, Fu Bo had already been thrown under the ring with several broken ribs.

Xu Ziwu, who stayed on the stage, looked down and contemptuously at the Gengbo King, "Even I can't beat you. The martial arts in your country are nothing more than that."

All the ministers of the Geng Bo Kingdom around showed embarrassment, and they didn't know what to do at this moment.

On the other side, the envoys of the Zhiji Kingdom looked calm, as if the territory on the parchment scroll was still in their possession.

"There's one more, let's go."

Xu Ziwu looked at another cultivator at the peak of martial arts.

The Gengbo King looked at Shang Yanting for help, "Sir!"

Shang Yanting got up from his seat, flew down from the high platform, and landed lightly on the ring.

Xu Ziwu was taken aback when he saw this strange face, and then put on a fighting posture.

Anyone can come, just give him a practice hand.

"and many more."

Before the drum beat, the middle-aged man leading the team stopped both parties, "Xu Ziwu, come down."

Xu Ziwu was taken aback when he heard the words, "Master, didn't you promise me to practice hand?"

practice?

The majestic competition between the two countries was actually looked down upon by a yellow-haired kid.The people of Geng Bo Kingdom were all suffocated, and everyone put their hopes on Shang Yanting, hoping that he could frustrate this kid's spirit.

"Come down, you can't beat it."

It only takes a moment to feel the aura of a master.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, he couldn't see the opponent's strength clearly.

What did the people of the Zhiji Kingdom do? They didn't even find out that the Gengbo Kingdom had invited a master.

On the other hand, the envoys from the Jumbo Kingdom were surprised to see the middle-aged man playing in the second round.

"Mr. Yan has gone up this way?"

He has the strength of Wu Zong's late stage, and he is really powerful.The reason why he was invited was to prevent a sudden emergence of a master in Geng Bo country, which was equivalent to the existence of a shock field.

Everyone wanted to ask Xu Ziwu, but Xu Ziwu was still playing with his temper because the middle-aged man didn't let him continue.

"Maybe sir wants to warm up."

"That's right, you see that Wu Xiu is so young, even if he is a genius like Xu Ziwu, he will not be Mr. Yan's opponent."

……

The envoys of the juvenile country, who did not realize the seriousness of the matter, were still discussing optimistically at this moment.

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on the ring
But the middle-aged man directly took out his talisman - Qingyan Lion Drum.

He easily lifted the one-man-high steel drum with one hand, and with a bang, the sound wave of Wu Zong's strength spread to the surroundings, making everyone in the stands dizzy and bleeding from their orifices.

Bang, bang, bang—

The magic sound entered my ears, and it was inevitable to avoid it.

Even Jia Xitong felt that the other party was going to knock out his own soul.

Under this fierce attack, Shang Yanting was not affected at all.

He swung his long sword forward—the first form of the Wanfeng Sword Art, a hundred swords contending.

The sound of the sword chanting suppressed the sound of the drum abruptly, and the long sword transformed from aura quickly attacked the middle-aged man.

The man quickly erected the heavy drum to resist, and all the swords hit the drum surface, leaving large and small pits on the hard drum surface.

As soon as one move was dropped, another move was launched again.

The second form, Thousand Sword Dragon Shape
Thousands of long swords made of spiritual power directly smashed through the heavy drum, and the middle-aged man quickly mobilized his whole body of spiritual power to block the fatal blow.However, although not fatal, he was also thrown out of the ring.The internal organs seemed to be displaced, and blood was vomited from the mouth.

The master of Dingtian Academy is indeed extraordinary!

The monarch of Gengbo Kingdom is overjoyed!
The envoys of the Zhiji Kingdom all surrounded the middle-aged man.

Xu Ziwu squeezed closer, and helped him up worriedly, "Master, are you alright!"

How could it be okay.

As soon as the middle-aged man was lifted up, another mouthful of blood suddenly protruded, and even his nose began to ooze blood.

He is the strongest cultivator among the four, but he is no match for the opponent's two moves.There is no need to compare, the outcome of the two countries has been decided, "We admit defeat."

"Wait, I'm not convinced!"

Xu Ziwu stood up indignantly, "Do you dare to compete with me in contracting monsters?"

(End of this chapter)