The Book of Heaven

Chapter 107

The martial arts conference, which is very important to the Ma family, officially started.

But for Tianshui City, this martial arts performance is not very meaningful. Firstly, the martial arts performance is not open to the public, and secondly, even if there are four Wubao people who enter Tianshui City, they still stay in the Mawang Mansion for food and lodging. Pulling is really limited.

It is said that it is not public, but there are still exceptions.

For example, Li Bing, the guard of Tianshui City, received the post.

In addition, some important people in Tianshui City are also invited by the Ma family every year to obtain the qualification to watch the martial arts competition.

In a sense, being able to participate in the Ma Family Martial Arts Competition reflects the level of a family or a person in Tianshui City from the side.

Ma Zheng's luck in drawing lots was neither good nor bad.

Shan Yu asked him many ways. Although the final conclusion may not be accurate, at least he can be sure that Ma Ting from Ma Deyuan's family is not the one who has the highest appeal for victory in this martial arts competition.

Although Ma Ting came from the Fort T where the Patriarch was located, the strongest player this year was Martin from Fort B.

Martin is only 20 years old this year, very young, but his kung fu is said to be invincible against third-rate players, and even most of the second-rate masters in the arena may not be his opponents.

After all, the Ma family is a family of martial arts and a family of the military. The actual combat ability of the same realm often surpasses that of ordinary martial artists, especially those who have entered the frontier army. Often when they stand up, they will have murderous intentions and kill them directly. The other party is not impossible.

As for Ma Zheng's bad luck in the lottery, it was because the numbers drawn were too high, odd numbers against even numbers, Ma Zheng had to match Ma Ting on the first day, and in the third round, there was no chance of getting familiar with him at all.

Ma Zheng himself doesn't think it's such a misfortune, sometimes putting it in the back may actually bring him heavy psychological pressure, which directly affects his performance in the ring.

In fact, if it is really unfortunate, it is Ma Daoming.

There were five players from Azihaobao, and there were actually two pairs in the draw. That is to say, even if everyone played their best, at most only three people could advance in the first round.

Of course, on the other hand, it can be said that at least two of them can advance, and it is relatively easy to advance. After all, they were comrades in arms in the past, and they would never kill them casually. They might even release water under Ma Daoming's order to preserve their strength.

Someone once suggested that this method of drawing lots was unscientific, but the heads of the Ma family have always been stubborn and often unwilling to change the rules left by their ancestors, so no matter how unscientific it is, it has continued to this day.

In order to avoid being affected, Ma Zheng didn't even go to watch the previous two battles, and kept his eyes closed in the contestant's booth. He didn't open his eyes until he heard the ceremonial officer call his name, and two green lights flashed in his eyes. fleeting.

Although he just closed his eyes and rested his mind, by virtue of the new ability he had recently realized, he not only integrated in his mind the third level of the frightening stick technique he had learned, but also had a preliminary understanding of the second level, and he might not be able to perform the third level. The subtlety of the second-layer stick technique, at least there will be no mistakes in following the gourd painting.

"Ma Ting, come on!"

Stepping up to the arena, Ma Zheng's eyes probably glanced at the auditorium outside the arena. In fact, there are only about two hundred people who are eligible to sit in the southeast and southeast directions. portion.

After all, this is Ma Wang's mansion, it's not that big of a place, and it's even more impossible to classify the seats to distinguish the superiority of the people present.

With the iron bamboo stick in hand, Ma Zheng's eyes lit up, staring at Ma Ting five feet away.

In terms of appearance alone, Ma Zheng also admits that he is not as good as the other party. Although he looks equally handsome, he is still a little childish after all. He is not as good as Ma Ting's little fresh meat to please girls, but there are many middle-aged women who are cheering for Ma Zheng , is purely a flood of maternal love.

Of course, Si Li didn't need to talk too much about the martial arts competition of his own family, so in the blink of an eye there were only Ma Zheng and Ma Ting in the arena.

Before the fight started, a smile appeared on Ma Ting's handsome face, and he said: "Master Deyuan said, let me not beat you to death."

Cursing his lips, he shook the iron bamboo stick to make a buzzing sound, Ma Zheng didn't want to have a verbal argument with the other party, because he really saw the truth under his hands.

"Go ahead, lest you say I'm a big bully!"

Ma Ting made another plan, although the two did not move, but the confrontation had already started from the moment they stepped onto the ring.

"Thank you then, let's see!"

It's a pity that Ma Zheng doesn't know what politeness is at all. He puts his palms together and holds down the long stick. This is the start of the frightening stick. Although it is not powerful, Ma Zheng never thought of threatening Ma Ting when he used it. Chun Sui was fighting back just now.

Don't you want to bully the big?I don't take advantage of you either, the move has already been made, and the next step depends on one's ability!

"it is good!"

Seeing Ma Zheng's move, Ma Ting's eyes flashed with brilliance, while shouting loudly, he swept away thousands of troops with a simple move, and the iron bamboo stick brought up a whirlwind, and went towards Ma Zheng!

The stick carries the wind, and Ma Zheng's stick skills are not weak. If he can get through the big circle and mobilize his breath at will, with the special texture of the iron bamboo stick, the power of this stick alone may make Ma Zheng suffer.

The power of the frightening stick technique can only be brought into full play after innate talent. Even Ma Deyuan is not very clear about this. After all, he has not yet reached that level. In the Ma family, there are probably only Ma Daogong's generation , to experience.

The strong wind blows against Ma Zheng, but he has no fear at all. There are two figures in his mind, one of which is exactly his body shape, and the other is almost the same as Ma Ting when he looks closely.

As the two moved, the figure in their minds also moved.

The difference is that the figure representing Ma Ting just copied Ma Ting's actions, while the figure representing Ma Zheng can make countless choices in the blink of an eye.

With the result of the high-speed operation of the brain, even if Ma Zheng deliberately did not activate the special function of his eyes, he was already able to compete with Ma Ting.

Even though Ma Zheng was obviously at a disadvantage physically, with the help of his exquisite moves, Ma Zheng survived Ma Ting's mercury-like attack without retreating even a single step!

The so-called layman watching the fun.

The two people come and go, not only setting off shadows all over the sky, but the sound of piercing the air even overwhelms the whispers among the audience, like thunder in the sky.

But from the insider's point of view, especially Ma Daogong, the seemingly fierce fight between the two did not arouse his interest. On the contrary, Ma Daogong's heart skipped a beat because of the frightened hair rolling from Ma Zheng's hands.

"This trick turns out to have such a change."

"Good boy, you have also learned to adapt to the situation. Yes, that's it. Hit Ma Ting hard. The more you hit Ma Ting, the better Ma Ting will improve in the future."

As the owner of the T-shaped Fort, even if the enemy standing in front of Ma Zheng was from his T-shaped Fort, Ma Daogong didn't mean to favor anyone in the slightest.

"Good boy, sure enough you are calm enough, big brother, it looks like your castle is going to lose!"

Ma Daoming laughed, and Ma Daogong who was sitting next to him was also laughing, stroked his long beard and said with a smile:

"Look at it, look at it, the tricks this kid has used, I'm afraid they are no worse than you and me in some aspects, a rising star, a rising star of our Ma family!"

(End of this chapter)