I am Honghuang No.1

Chapter 618 As long as you can support a stick of incense kung fu, you will win

Nezha laughed loudly, jumped up and came to the valley in the middle of the sky, looking around, seeing thousands of people watching the selection on the peaks around the valley, he couldn't help being a little excited.

"Who is this? It's so unfamiliar!"

"It seems to have come out from Mu Zha's son, could it be the son's friend?"

"Oh my god! That's the third child!"

"Fuck, why is this uncle here to play?"

"Who is right with the third son? Unlucky guy..."

There were whispers in the surrounding valleys, and soon, everyone knew that the third son of the commander-in-chief Li Jing, the uncle of the famous Shangdu, did not know his cultivation level, but it must be true that he had a bad temper, and he was beaten dozens of times The ceremonial officer escaped from the mansion in embarrassment. This was witnessed by many people in Shangdu, and it cannot be faked.

Unexpectedly, he ran out of Shangdu and came to the military camp to play. Many monks who hadn't played yet began to beat their hearts, don't face this bastard son!
If you lose, you will have nothing to say if you can't enter the immortal army, but if you win, it's not a good thing, this is the son of the world!You let him lose face, will he wear small shoes for you in the future?

Judging from the rumors, this bastard is not easy to mess with, and there is a high chance of finding someone to trouble him later.

"Number [-], play immediately." The military officer presiding over the competition shouted.

A strong man flew into the sky with a face full of reluctance, with a look of bad luck, as if he had lost 100 million soul coins.

But the burly man did not lose his manners, and with a thought, he took out his battle axe, held the ax in both hands and saluted: "Fang Ming has met the third son, please advise him!"

Nezha glanced at the battle ax in Fang Ming's hand. It was just a top-grade magic weapon, with average quality and few functions, and it was the same as most of the equipment of the monks in the immortal stage.

With a thought in Nezha's mind, a long halberd appeared in his hand, and he said loudly: "My Fang Tian's painted halberd is a low-grade spiritual treasure, and I won't bully you. As long as you can support a stick of incense, you will win, how about it?" ?”

Fang Ming was already in a nervous mood. When he saw Nezha taking out the halberd, the halberd was full of aura and rhythm. Anyone who saw it could know that it was a spiritual treasure, which was a big level higher than his magic weapon. It's even more gloomy, but people are noble, and weapons are high-end, so we must let people use weapons!

When I was depressed, I heard Nezha talking, and I couldn't help but feel refreshed and overjoyed.

A stick of incense time!That is about two quarters of an hour, do I still need to persist?

Fang Ming said loudly: "Your Majesty's words are true?" His tone was full of joy, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Nezha laughed loudly and said: "There is no joke before the army. I took advantage of your weapons, so I will naturally compensate you in terms of time."

"If you don't want to, how about not using weapons and fighting with bare hands?"

Fang Ming felt that he had picked up a big deal, so he quickly waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay, just use the weapon, just use the weapon!"

Just kidding, what a good thing, how can I give up, be careful on the defensive, the time of a stick of incense will pass in the blink of an eye, and you can easily get the entry ticket to enter the army of immortals. Now, those guys who gloat at other people's misfortune should envy themselves.

The third son, in fact, is quite a good person, he doesn't bully others, he doesn't take advantage of others, he is a man, he really deserves to be the son of the marshal!
Thousands of people around listened to the conversation between the two, and they all looked at Fang Ming with envy. This is not unlucky, he is clearly lucky!

I am probably the first in the entire army to get the entry ticket of the Immortal Dao Army in just one stick of incense!

There were other monks competing in the sky, but everyone's eyes were on Nezha and Fang Ming, and everyone didn't take Nezha's pride seriously.

It is true that low-grade spirit treasures are much more powerful than magic weapons, but it also depends on who is using them. If the strength is weak, even a spirit treasure may be defeated by magic weapons. No one is optimistic about Nezha.

Nezha heard the whispers around him, but he didn't care. He waved his halberd and shouted, "Be careful!"

Although Fang Ming was ecstatic, after all, he had been promoted to the Heavenly Immortal for many years, and his mood quickly calmed down. He stretched out his left hand, and took out a half-human-high round shield, left shield and right axe. If he added a set of heavy armor, it would be standard. The immortal sergeant equipped it and shouted: "Come on!"

Before he finished speaking, he set up a simple ecstasy formation around him. The effect is very simple, but it is just to deceive the opponent's eyes and consciousness, and make people have a little illusion of the actual position of the owner in the battle.

Thousands of people around all know Fang Ming, and know that calmness and simplicity are his characteristics, but this is too calm!As long as you stick to the kung fu for a stick of incense, it's just hard resistance. What can this third son who has just been promoted to the realm of the heavenly fairy do anything against him?
Nezha shouted, moved his body, and crossed hundreds of miles. The long halberd stabbed straight, and instantly pierced the top left of the round shield. As long as the stab missed the round shield, it could cut Fang Ming's head .

really!

Countless sighs came to mind all around, everyone was envious of Fang Ming's good luck, why didn't he let himself face this immature son of the third generation!
Mu Zha frowned slightly, he was also very familiar with these small formation techniques in the army, but he didn't think of reminding the third brother one or two just now, his eyes and consciousness were deceived by people just getting started.

Nezha stabbed the round shield with a halberd, felt something wrong in his hand, and immediately realized that his forward body suddenly stopped in the air, with a flick of his wrist, he swung his halberd, and swept across in front of him fiercely.

As soon as Fang Ming deceived Nezha's gaze, he felt secretly happy, and subconsciously rushed forward, with the round shield protecting his side, and the battle ax with his right hand roared out.

But as soon as he rushed out of the two positions, he felt his right arm tremble, and a tyrannical force slapped hard on the round shield, instantly knocking the defenseless Fang Ming out, rolling and flying more than a hundred Li Yuan, who was still in shock, straightened his body and shook his slightly numb left arm.

"what!"

"What a quick response!"

"These sons of the third generation are so powerful!"

"Fang Ming is a little confused!"

The crowd watching the battle all cheered up.

The small formation that Fang Ming used just now had obviously deceived Sanshizi's eyes, but Sanshizi's extremely quick reaction seemed to be a trick, and he lured Fang Ming out of his full defense. Fang Ming knocked him down.

The third son Nezha is not weak!

From Nezha's appearance, in a short while, his information was spread among thousands of gods around the competition field.

He was only promoted to a celestial being 500 years ago, a proper celestial newcomer, the youngest son of the monarch's family, his skills are naturally high-end, his resources are also top-notch, and his strength is definitely not bad, but he was raised by the commander's wife and has never been on the battlefield. Definitely not enough combat experience.

In other words, these veterans usually like to play against this kind of recruits.

Regardless of whether they were promoted from the army or practiced at home, they have strength, but without long-term combat experience, they generally cannot display their strength. Dazed and dizzy, I don't even know how I lost.

Fang Ming used this method to deal with new recruits, but it seemed that he hit the iron plate!Fang Ming's trembling left hand could not escape the eyes of these veterans who had fought the war.

Just now the third son was indeed deceived, but the third son's reaction was too fast. When he realized something was wrong, his body stopped suddenly, and he shot horizontally with the long halberd, all in one go.

Apparently at this moment, the third son realized that he was being fooled, and thought of how Fang Ming would take advantage of the situation to attack and what route he would take, and immediately reacted, with a horizontal shot, continuous attack instead of defense, disintegrating Fang Ming's attack.

Strong!Very strong!

Thousands of celestial beings and real immortals looked at Nezha without the playfulness of looking at dudes like before, but with a sense of respect.

Compared with other places in the national government, the military is relatively simple after all. As long as you are strong, you can get the respect of others.

Seeing that Nezha didn't take advantage of the situation to pursue, Fang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly circulated his mana, recovered from the soreness in his left arm, raised his full attention, and started to defend again.

A little careless, Fang Ming secretly blamed himself.

But Fang Ming is still very confident in defending Yixiang Kung Fu.

　Thanks to the king of the queen and the earth for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)