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Chapter 326 Start the War (Subscribe)

However, his mind is like the sea, unfathomable, and he can control himself. He quickly suppressed his complicated thoughts and said,

"Master Mingxia, I don't care about your rude words just now, but now that it involves your own direct disciples, I have to make adjustments.

Did you agree to be a witness for this battle, or did you not?
If not, I, Meng Jiazhao'er, will save trouble, but it's a pity for your disciple's ambition. "

Mingxia's face was filled with anger, and the two Meng brothers sang together, just forcing him to place a bet.

If he didn't answer, he looked down on his own disciples. Although Shi Siming's body was intact, his ambition might be shattered, and his whole body would be ruined directly.

Also, if Shi Siming loses, is he really going to be an ox or a horse for the children of the Meng family in the future?

For a moment, he was not angry and froze in place, but he couldn't come up with an idea.

At this time, the eyes of the female Taoist Mingyin in Huolong Cave were like waves, and her voiceless voice said,

"Opportunities are rare. If it is just a battle between two people, it would be a big deal to have so many of us witnessing. It is better to have more people participate, so that the juniors can communicate with each other and confirm what they have learned. It will be of great benefit to our own practice.

Senior Zhao, the two children you brought this time are also quite outstanding, why don't you show them off together. "

Meng Zhao's eyes were calm, and he stood in the hall very solemnly and respectfully. He saw that the Mingyin woman had a good appearance, with the pure face of a young girl, and the plump figure of a young woman.

I thought she was good at martial arts, but I didn't expect that she was quite quick-witted, and directly discussed the two people's appointment as a stage for the younger generations to compare their performances. In this way, even if Meng Zhao won Shi Siming, it would be a blow to Shi Shaoxia It wouldn't be too big either, this was proposed considering Daoist Mingxia's personality of caring for his disciples.

And once the nature of this matter is changed from a private fight to a public discussion, then there will be no way to talk about private gambling.

Of course, this does not affect the previous agreement between Meng Zhao and Shi Siming, after all, they still have personal enmity in it.

The old man with white hair and thick beard nodded, stroked his beard and praised,
"Good suggestion. Huolong Cave is a sacred place for martial arts, and the Meng family is also a long-established martial arts family. Speaking of which, my Zhao family has the weakest roots. If I have this opportunity, I certainly won't miss it."

Obviously Zhao Kang was very moved by this proposal.

His words are not false, Huolong Cave is one of the thirteen schools, although it is suspected of occupying the founding bonus, but it is indeed a master of martial arts, there is no doubt about it.

The Meng Family's Chiqi Order is also well-known in the world. Meng Shentong was also the best among the masters at the beginning, and he beat the spear king Zhao Mu, which shows how powerful he is.

Of course, the ones who were more excited belonged to the group of young people standing in the hall.

Their newborn calves are at the time when they are bloody and brave, and they are all full of confidence when they have this opportunity.

As for those who are not confident, they can turn a blind eye at that time.

Anyway, Mingyin's intention is very clear, this stage is used to show herself, not to expose her shortcomings.

If they feel that their martial arts are not good enough, they don't have to play, and no one is forcing them with a knife.

As a result, Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao couldn't continue to hinder them, so they could only take everyone to the nearby martial arts field, and evacuate some of the Meng family's warriors who were practicing to make room.

The foundation is built with horizontal stripes and stones, and the building is square and square, about 15 meters in length and height. , majestic.

On the four sides of the arena, there are seven steps leading to the center of the arena. On the east and west sides, there are special wooden frames, which are filled with all kinds of weapons, such as knives, guns, swords, axes, hooks and forks.

On weekdays, most of the warriors raised by the Meng family can come here to practice and fight, and they can also be used to settle personal grievances, they are definitely not fake.

A group of innate masters sat upright on the grand master's chair brought by the servants of the Meng family, while the juniors stood obediently behind them.

Meng Hongdao clapped his hands lightly, drawing everyone's attention to him, and asked,

"Master Mingxia, how should we fight? Is your disciple and my Zhao'er the first match, or the finale?"

Mingxia looked at her disciple and saw that he was crucified on Meng Zhao's body without blinking, his eyes were piercing, his breath fluctuating, obviously impatient.

His face was a little ugly,
"They have played one game, and they know each other well, so let the two of them play first."

He is also helpless, there is no difference between morning and evening.

Meng Hongdao laughed, looked proudly at Meng Zhao who was always calm, and said without hesitation,
"Okay, then Zhao'er, you can have a fight with Shi Siming first, don't be careless."

Meng Zhao nodded, but did not speak.

Pointing to the tiptoe, with both hands behind his back, he has already landed at one end of the wide and hard ring, standing silently.

His movement seems to be just ordinary, neither extremely fast nor clever in maneuvering, if he has to say one or two things, the word "steady" is the most appropriate description.

However, body technique is a way to lighten one's body, but it is contrary to this kind of image, which made some disciples of Huolongdong show disdain.

Mingxia called Shi Siming to her, sighed, her eyes flickered, she hesitated a few times, but in the end she didn't say anything depressing, and she encouraged her at last,

"Siming, you have studied under my school for many years. You are not only talented, but also hardworking. Compared with your peers, martial arts has already entered the classroom. You don't have to worry too much this time, just give it a go."

After all, he thought for a while, glanced at the weapon racks on both sides, turned his head and asked,

"Meng Jizu, this disciple of mine has learned a lot of things. He knows boxing, palm and fingering. He is also proficient in swordsmanship. I don't know if he can use a weapon?"

What he said is not bad, he himself has practiced a lot of master's unique skills, taught Zheng Kexie to practice the Rouyundangsun sword scripture, and has his own research on swordsmanship, Shi Siming has been fascinated by it, and it is not far behind.

And for warriors, weapons are weapons for killing and cutting, increasing their own strength.

Using a sword against an unarmed person always has a certain advantage.

It's like a magic weapon is better than a bad one, and a weapon is better than no weapon. It's a normal comparison of strength and weakness.

But there is no absolute, it all depends on the warrior himself.

There are not a few fierce men in all dynasties who dominate the world with their fists.

Meng Jizu didn't speak, but looked at Meng Zhao who was on the ring, seeing him nodding, he agreed with Shi Siming to use the sword.

Shi Siming is not a three-year-old child, so he naturally knew that his master would put all his old face on in order for him to win.

His heart sank, and he didn't say anything else. He turned around and took out a long sword that seemed to be in good condition from the weapon rack. It was about three feet three inches long, and the blade was engraved with fine lines of bloodletting. It was definitely a murder weapon, not a sword. She's a good-for-nothing, so she slowly stepped onto the ring.

During the process, he tried his best to adjust his breathing evenly, all the pressure and burden were relieved and forgotten.

In his eyes, there was only Meng Zhao who was as immovable as a mountain, and his shoulders stood like a spear and a sword.

The last time he lost, he was not convinced, and this time, he wanted to avenge his shame.

(End of this chapter)