I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Just as Yang Zhao took two or three steps, a piercing voice rang in his ears.

"Please note that twenty steps ahead, you will meet a contestant. According to the comparison of the cultivation bases of the two sides, please defeat the opponent with three moves, and win against the opponent with more than three moves."

She looked around, but she didn't find anyone there, and she was more concerned about one thing, was her strength enough to defeat the enemy with three strokes?

Could it be that the voice fooled her?
Holding the gun in both hands, maintaining an attacking posture, she walked twenty steps forward, and sure enough, a figure emerged from shallow to deep.

When the other party saw the big gun in her hand, he didn't say much to her, he dodged to bully her, and slashed at her with his palm.

Yang Zhao took three steps back, and pierced the opponent's waist with the big gun in his hand.

The man's body was weak, and he dodged the attack lightly. He stepped on the ground with one foot, and wanted to pounce on Yang Zhao's close body.

The man had no choice but to jump into mid-air. Yang Zhao quickly changed his move, and the big gun swung from the bottom up. The opponent didn't have time to change his move in mid-air, so he was hit firmly, and instantly, he was picked up Went out, curled up on the ground in pain, unable to get up again, slowly faded and finally disappeared.

At this moment, Yang Zhao heard the voice of victory in his ear.

"Congratulations on your first victory, please go to the next location."

She carried the big gun and continued to move forward. This time, she walked a dozen steps and heard the next prompt.

"Please note that twenty steps ahead, you will meet a contestant. According to the comparison of the cultivation bases of the two sides, you need to take three moves from the opponent before you can fight back."

Yang Zhao sucked his teeth when he heard the words, put down the big gun from his shoulder, and walked over with the gun in both hands.

Sure enough, after twenty steps, a great force pinned him in place. She struggled vigorously, but found that it didn't work.

A person also appeared on the opposite side. He should have heard the prompt, and walked around Yang Zhao curiously. When he found that she couldn't move, he squatted down and studied the big gun in her hand intently, still muttering to himself. .

"Is this a weapon condensed from the soul? Don't worry, I'm just looking at it, and I won't reach out and move it."

"But let me hit a woman who can't move first, I always feel a little bit of taking advantage of others."

Yang Zhao was nailed to the spot in embarrassment, watching the other party study the spear in her hand.

"Can you start quickly, I'm a little embarrassed for you to transfer around me like this."

The man replied without raising his head: "I'm not revolving around you, I'm revolving around this big gun."

You revolve around the dragon gun, don't you revolve around me?
Yang Zhao complained in his heart, and stopped talking to the other party.

The person circled Yang Zhao more than ten times back and forth, and then began to attack her. After Yang Zhaoqiang survived three moves, he finally swung his spear and shot the person out. The person hit the wall, slowly disappeared.

Win or lose with one move.

Yang Zhao felt a little psychologically shadowed by that person, and stood there for a while before continuing to move forward.

"Please note that twenty steps ahead, you will meet a contestant. According to the comparison of the cultivation bases of the two sides, you need to cover your eyes and defeat the opponent to win."

Yang Zhao finally found out that she should be one of the few with top-notch military strength among these contestants, otherwise she wouldn't go back and restrict her.

She walked twenty steps forward, and it was indeed dark before her eyes, and she hadn't had time to see her opponent in the martial arts competition.

There was silence around her. Because her eyes were limited, there was no sound around her, so she didn't find out where that person was.

She even had some doubts about whether that person appeared or not.

Yang Zhaozhao didn't wait for the opponent to attack, he just followed his own routine and played wildly with the big gun in his hand, wanting to protect his own safety.

It's a pity that after playing with the gun for a long time, I didn't feel that anyone was here.

Suddenly the back of her neck felt cold, and a slight gust of wind came into her ears from behind.

Yang Zhao was startled, and thrust the spear in his hand backwards. Unfortunately, the opponent reacted quickly and didn't let him touch it at all.

This time, she had learned her lesson. She stood still, waiting for the opponent to attack and catch him.It's a pity that there was no movement for a long time.

"Which big brother am I talking about? Can you hurry up?"

The other party ignored him and remained silent.

This competition turned into a tug of war, which made her more and more impatient.

Although Yang Zhao is a soul now, the feeling of hunger has not disappeared, but slowly increased. She came here hungry and hungry, but the other party ignored her, feeling like being let go of the dove. .

"Can't you hurry up? What's the use of your delay?"

Although Yang Zhao asked the other party some questions in his mouth, he actually had the answer in his heart.

This is useful, because her mental state gets worse as time goes on. For example, now he feels that there is a fire in his heart, which is getting hotter and hotter, and it is difficult to put it out.

As time went on, Yang Zhao had an urge to eat people, it was a real cannibal, she wanted to eat him.

At this moment, she keenly noticed a little wind coming from the direction of her left ear.

Yang Zhao swiped the long spear, and the dragon spear circled around her waist, finally feeling a little resistance.

She pursued vigorously in the direction of resistance, and the opponent was obviously not her opponent, not even as fast as her. Finally, Yang Zhao felt that the shot had pierced something, and finally heard the opponent's muffled groan.

To be on the safe side, Yang Zhao pulled the spear in his hand, and stabbed it several times with a flick of the spear tip.

This time, the light came back to her eyes.