Lord of the Desert

Chapter 77 Winning the championship
"But young people should always be young and energetic."

After expressing his attitude, Li Shenji changed the topic again.

"Winning or losing is secondary."

"What my brother said is true."

Li Xutuo took the conversation and smiled with his hands behind his back.

"Multiple people at least have more fun."

There is something in the words of the Li family brothers, and everyone present can hear it.

It's a pity that Li Xutuo cut off four black iron fingers with a single sword. Even if Hong Sheng and Hong She were unhappy, they had to pretend that they didn't hear it.

But how can Hong Ping, who has always been generous, hold back?
"Martial arts and martial arts, proving the Tao with martial arts, is the skill of fighting."

When he opened his mouth, it was the mantra he taught himself.

"This hasn't been done yet, where did you come to the conclusion?!"

As soon as the words were blurted out, not only Hong Sheng and Hong She, but even Hong Ping himself felt strange.

Just three days ago, he never thought that he would speak for Hong Fan one day.

"Then wait for that person to make a move."

Zheng Fuju snorted and laughed.

Among the people present, Hong Ping of Inner Vision was obviously the lowest.

Because of Hong Sheng's face, Miss Zheng didn't retort, she just wanted to take this rare opportunity to ridicule Hong Fan again.

But when she was about to speak, she saw the stern young man who was silently lucky in the distance, and she suddenly remembered the iron plate that smashed the dishes that day.

As a result, the mouth of the knife, which was usually too smooth, suddenly became blunt, and it was impossible to utter a single word.

In the distance, Hong Fan stood in front of the human target, launching Sand World with all his strength.

With him as the center, the passive wind roams around endlessly, pulling strands of fine particles out of the ground.

The stream of sand converged in strands, huddled into a ball in Hong Fan's palm, and spun faster.

The sword finger was raised flat, facing the iron target's neck.

Then, a beep sounded that was so sharp that it almost exceeded the range of the human ear.

Li Shenji's eyesight was wide open, and he saw a dagger-like beam of sand shooting out from Hong Fan's fingertips, hitting the edge of the black iron.

A large handful of golden sparks flew instantly.

Amidst the loud roar, the sand knife with a pressure exceeding [-] MPa penetrated inward with an unstoppable momentum, piercing through the iron wall almost instantly.

Hong Fan stabilized his efforts and slowly moved his arms sideways.

Within three breaths, the sand knife cuts through at a constant speed

As the last cluster of fireworks was annihilated in the wind, the entire black iron head rolled to the ground, smashing a pit.

The flow of sand dissipated, and the audience suddenly froze.

No cheers, no cheers.

Everyone's eyes fell on the smooth and straight section of the iron target, and it was hard to believe what they saw for a while.

"Is that a dark iron target?"

Gao Junxia swallowed, and asked a question without thinking.

But Li Shenji still understood what he meant and nodded to confirm.

"That's a dark iron target!"

Mr. Gao repeated the same words again, and while he was shocked, he didn't even have time to feel sorry for the completely lost Tiger Eater.

As for Li Xutuo, who was still holding the winning ticket just now, his fists were tightened and loosened at this time, and he became dazed.

Without him, in front of Hong Fan's achievements, the Whirling Palm and the Invisible Qi Sword pale in comparison in terms of momentum and power, and there is no room for comparison.

Discussions slowly spread among the crowd, but for some reason, everyone lowered their voices.

"Brother Sheng, cut off that Xuantie's head with bare hands, can you do it?"

Hong Amnesty couldn't help asking.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Hong Sheng hesitated for a moment, but still replied truthfully.

"Forty to fifty kilograms of black iron heavy armor, the diameter at breast height is more than half an inch thick, and I can smash it with a single punch."

"But that man's neck is a full three inches in diameter..."

The more he talked, the more he felt incredible, and finally he was at a loss for words-you must know that Hong Fan is still six serious and seven strange veins away from him!

When all the masters present were still in a daze, Hong Ping, who didn't know why, became the most energetic one.

"I said earlier that you have to fight martial arts before you know."

He said proudly, and asked a question on purpose.

"What do you think of my second brother's trick?"

Hong Ping's villainous appearance made Zheng Fuqu so angry that his seven orifices were smoked.

But when she thought that this kid had two talented elder brothers, Miss Zheng could only keep silent and swallowed her breath.

The iron target was decapitated, so naturally there was no need for the competition to continue.

The surrounding crowd gathered together and surrounded Hong in the center.

"Second Young Master, what was your trick just now?"

Cui Yutang was curious and was the first to ask.

"This is a move I figured out myself, and it's called Shaliu Knife."

Hong Fan replied, and took back the leather jacket that Tang Dazhu handed over, half draped over his body.

"Speaking of which, I just practiced this trick at the end of last month. I didn't expect it to come in handy this time."

Hearing his self-confession about the origin of the move, the crowd was full of discussions again.

"Sure enough, it's a self-created move. I said that Duke Jingsha didn't know how to do it back then."

"The penetrating state has such power, how can it be paid off in the innate world?"

"The second son of the Hong family has only inherited Sha Shijie for more than half a year, and he can create such a killing method..."

All kinds of sounds of praise and shock mixed together, making Li Shenji's face even more ugly.

Being robbed of the limelight is one aspect.

What's more, his horse will soon be gone.

Hong She picked up the severed head of the target, and while stroking the still warm section, he said: "I just said that only the spinning palm and the invisible qi sword in Jinhai City can enter the second rank of martial arts killing methods in Zhangwu Academy. I didn't expect my cousin Younger than the weak crown, he created such a move."

"I just don't know if this trick must be driven by the star; if it can be driven by martial arts, it may not be able to enter the first rank!"

His words elicited approval.

Water cutting and sandy water cutting, a technology that emphasizes cutting energy rather than cutting hardness, is a product of the second half of the twentieth century even on another earth.

In other words, even in the early days of the Cold War, the billions of people on the planet hadn't thought of the idea.

Its principle is far beyond the understanding of Dahua warriors.

In the eyes of these people, the trick just now is more like Hong Fan turning sand into a sword and slashing with a knife.

Because of this, the power is so incredible.

Being in the center of the crowd, Hong Fan was widely praised but didn't disagree, just smiled politely.

In fact, the current "youth version" sand knife has many disadvantages and is far less powerful than it seems.

Long charging forward swing, high consumption, too short killing distance, unable to move and cast spells...

In short, its practicality is so pitiful that it can almost only be used to execute opponents who have no resistance.

Of course, Hong Fan will not expose his shortcomings.

After a while, Li Shenji finally adjusted his mood and stretched out his hand to suppress the noise.

"Everyone, it seems that this hunting competition has achieved results."

he said loudly.

"Mr. Hong Fan of the Jinhai Hong family cut off the head of Xuan Tieren with a sand-flow knife, and he should be the leader of the meeting. Is there any objection?"

Naturally, no one answered.

Seeing this, Li Shenji signaled the crowd to get out of the way, and made a path leading to the iron cage.

"Brother Hong Xian, please!"

He stretched out his hand to invite Hong Fan to the side of the cage.

"I bought this scorched-tailed tiger for 600 taels of silver by chance. It will be three years old in half a year, and it can be used as a servant."

Li Shenji held back the pain in his heart and explained.

"Now, the good horse and the hero will complement each other!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of joy in the venue; especially Tang Daguo and Hong Ping, their hands were flushed.

Such a boiling momentum made it even more unbearable for Li Shenji, who had suffered a huge loss.

"Since the animal has changed hands, let's hand it over now."

He waved his sleeves and ordered to his servants.

(End of this chapter)