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Chapter 67 Hold You In The Palm Of My Hand
Amidst the cheers of the players on both sides, the fourth match officially began.

In fact, Yao Zong and Ma Yang can tell which one is stronger and which one is weaker just from their auras.

When Yao Zong heard the start of the fight, he immediately swung the giant double-edged ax in his hand, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Brother Ma.

Yao Dadan, the word brave is well-deserved, plus there is no hair on his head, and his expression looks as scary as it needs to be.

For a moment, Ma Yang wanted to run away...

Perhaps it was precisely because of Brother Xiao Ma's mentality that the battle was over in less than a quarter of an hour.

This Yao Zong was really brave, and he went crazy when fighting. He swung a huge ax in his hand, he didn't care whether he would be injured, he just wanted to split the person in front of him in half.

He believes that practicing martial arts and cultivating immortals is to kill people.

Learn from each other?

This idiot has never had such thoughts...

Watching Xiao Ma being beaten, Zhou You felt very satisfied.

He didn't take pleasure in other people's misfortune, although Yao Da's eggs were played in a messy way, but the ornamental value was not fake, it was like Lu Bu opened Wushuang and then took the little blue pill.

It doesn't matter if you are Diao Chan or Ma Yang, no one can stand it.

After Ma Yang surrendered, he left the stage with a bitter face, and happened to see it. Zhou You looked at Yao Zong with admiration, and asked, angry in his heart:
"Look at what he does, look at me!"

Zhou You: ...

You are a little over 1.7 meters tall, and you are middle-aged, and you are still average. I see what you are doing...

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Soon, the fifth group and the sixth group played one after another.

The victors were the fifth group, Lao Wang, who was carrying a long knife, and another team leader in the late stage of foundation establishment.

The six winners in the first round stood in the arena. The officer once again used the back of the old master book as a desk, made six balls of paper, shook them back and forth, and threw them in front of several people.

Several people stepped forward, and one of them took a piece of paper ball.

Zhou You didn't shy away from others, and directly opened the ball of paper in his hand, on which was written two...

Although Lao Wang and Zhou You were separated by the tall Yao Zong, this guy's eyes were vicious, and he saw the note in the opponent's hand at a glance, which was the same number as himself.

He couldn't help frowning. Even if he was just watching from the sidelines, he could tell that his marksmanship was definitely not weak.

That guy surnamed Ma, I don't know what kind of tricks he's doing, he dares to bring someone over for such a thing!

Old Wang saw that the city lord was talking to a couple of children, some distance away from the officer, stepped forward a few steps, cupped his fists and saluted and said in a low voice: "My lord, this is a man named Zhou You, and I have never seen him before. Won't?"

Although he only spoke half of what he said, but how could the officer not understand what it meant, Dang even opened his mouth and replied: "His identity is no problem, you just have to compete."

"Yes."

After the officer's words came out, Lao Wang couldn't say anything more. The thin middle-aged man saluted slightly and stood back beside Yao Zong.

"Old Wang, you have to behave well and don't embarrass everyone!" Yao Zong said while holding the giant ax in one hand and patting the opponent's shoulder with the other.

The people in his mouth refer to the characters at the captain level.

The 12 people participating in this competition, except for Zhou You, are all the captains of the teams. It is really embarrassing for people to pick them all.

Although Old Wang's height is less than 1.7 meters, he has a good physique. He was slapped a few times by Yao Zong's big slap, but he didn't waver for a while.

"Old Yao, I heard that you don't want to be the head of the book?"

"What's the point of being the head secretary? I stay in the yamen every day. When I'm satisfied with the fight, I'll just admit defeat." Yao Zong waved his hand and said boldly.

A smile appeared on Lao Wang's face, and he nodded.

He has a deep obsession with the position of master book in his heart.

For the position of captain, there are three or four hundred spirit stones a month.

Although the errands at the gate of this yamen are safe and stable, and have a lot of benefits, but how can they compare with the income of the master bookkeeper?

To get promoted and get rich, Old Wang has been looking forward to this opportunity!

The commander didn't give them a break, and the first match started directly.

In the middle stage of foundation establishment and the late stage of foundation establishment, both of them used knives, and there was no suspense in the final result.

The late foundation builder, relying on a bit of extra spiritual power, won after fighting for a quarter of an hour.

However, judging from this person's state, he probably won't be able to participate in the next round. The spiritual power in his body is estimated to be less than [-]% left.

Nothing else, too bad luck, the sixth group played in the last round, there was no rest time at all, this second round is the first group again...

The second group is on the field!
Zhou You finally met this old king!

The two of them had nothing to say, and started fighting directly.

Faced with Zhou You's marksmanship, Lao Wang knew why Feng Mu lost before.

This gun is really fucking brilliant!
Old Wang stared, gritted his teeth, and waved the long knife in his hand to resist from left to right.

Zhou You didn't intend to tangle with him, after a few hits, the spear in his hand began to change its posture, the attack became more and more fierce, and the angle of the stabs became more and more tricky.

Lao Wang flipped his wrist so that the knife blocked the spear, and then flicked his fingers slightly, playing the spirit control technique.

Two tiny streaks of spiritual power shot out like bullets, and there was a sound of piercing through the air.

Zhou You watched closely, the spear directly scattered one, and then turned his head slightly to avoid another spiritual force.

This sparring test, to the head?
Are you a little immoral?
Zhou You stopped his offensive and put the spear into the storage bag.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat?" Old Wang's eyes lit up when he saw this.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

What is the relationship between Lao Tzu and you?
Winning comes first!

It is not allowed to borrow foreign objects in this competition, but the technique of controlling spirits is also my own skill, so you don't want to use it?
Zhou You smiled, looked at the lax old Wang opposite, stretched out his palm, and shook it lightly.

Lao Wang's face full of smiles turned into incomparably horrified in just an instant.

An invisible huge palm is holding him firmly in it!

He wanted to resist, but he held the long knife tightly against his body, unable to exert any strength at all.

When this scene happened, the field immediately fell silent.

Even the city lord who was chatting with the officer just now was watching this scene intently.

"This is the art of controlling spirits?" City Lord Pei said with a bit of surprise in his tone.

"How can there be such a superb spirit control technique in the foundation building period!" If the city lord can still hold it down, the officer feels dizzy.

"Except for some alchemists and weapon refiners in the golden elixir realm, I have never seen any foundation-building stage that can use the art of controlling spirits to this extent." As the strong man in the golden elixir, City Lord Pei naturally has a lot of knowledge , the discourse credibility is very high.

The officer felt that he had been hit...

For the first time, he felt that his alchemy was not as good as foundation establishment. . .

(End of this chapter)