The strongest fury system

Chapter 67 The Chain of the Holy Buddha
"Hmph, the quota for training in the blood pool is of no use to you. Your branch was last year. Fortunately, that kid awakened his bloodline. In previous years, the quota for training in the blood pool was just a waste of money for you. There is a blood pool Only in the hands of a genius can the training quota be effective. And my grandson is that genius." The Seventh Deacon said it calmly, as if he was saying an indisputable fact.

Zhang Yaobang frowned slightly, knowing that Seventh Deacon absolutely looked down on warriors of their lineage.But at this time, he has no way to argue.Because the younger generation of their branch is indeed far inferior in talent compared to their own lineage.Even if Zhang Zhentian came out last year, I made my family look a little sideways, but it was only a little sideways, and it couldn't change my family's impression of the Ninghai City branch.

Suddenly, Zhang Wensong stood up, staring at Zhang Tianhao with lightning eyes and asked: "You are Zhang Tianhao, the number one in the branch clan competition this time?"

When Zhang Wensong spoke, he was full of arrogance, and seemed to be extremely disdainful of the so-called branch clan comparison.

"That's right!" Zhang Tianhao said calmly.

"Very good, I'll take your quota for training in the Blood Pool." Zhang Wensong's expression was still very arrogant.

"If I don't give it, can you still grab it?" Zhang Tianhao's eyes turned cold.

"I challenge you, how dare you bet on the number of people trained in the blood pool?" Zhang Wensong said with a half-smile.

"I lost, and I will give you the place to train in the blood pool, so what if you lose?" Zhang Tianhao smiled faintly.

Zhang Tianhao has already seen Zhang Wensong's cultivation level, a fifth level martial artist.This kind of cultivation is not invincible under his best means.Therefore, he is not afraid.

"Hehe, I won't lose." Zhang Wensong was very sure.Looking at Zhang Tianhao, he smiled contemptuously.

"I refuse. If I lose, I have to pay for the quota of blood pool training. If I win, there is no benefit at all. Do you think I am stupid, or you are stupid?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Wensong with an idiot's eyes.

Zhang Wensong's cheeks flushed slightly.He really wanted to be an empty-handed white wolf just now, but he didn't think he would lose either.He is a practitioner of the fifth level of martial arts.He felt that it should be extremely easy to crush Zhang Tianhao with his own cultivation.

"Then I will take this ancestral holy Buddha chain as a bet. If you win, this holy Buddha chain will belong to you. My holy Buddha chain is equal to the value of your blood pool training quota. How?" ?" Zhang Wensong looked at Zhang Tianhao and snorted coldly.

Zhang Wensong naturally didn't think Zhang Tianhao had the strength to beat him.Although this holy Buddha necklace is priceless, even if it is used as a bet, he will not cherish it.

When Zhang Wensong took out the chain of the holy Buddha, Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Find the chain of the Holy Buddha, the player wears it, it can increase the critical strike rate by 15%." A pleasant voice sounded.

"The chain of the Holy Buddha?" Zhang Tianhao was overjoyed.

From the introduction of this system, it knows.This chain of holy Buddha can increase the critical strike rate by 15%, but it cannot be superimposed.The place where the system space is worn is limited.Only by wearing it in the place designated by the system can the crit rate be exerted.For this reason, Zhang Tianhao was a little disappointed.Otherwise, 15% and the previous colorful stone will be superimposed.The crit rate that can be played is even greater.It's just a pity that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.But this holy Buddha chain, he will definitely get it.

"Okay, that's it." Zhang Tianhao immediately agreed.

Seeing Zhang Tianhao agreeing so quickly, Zhang Wensong sneered inwardly, he naturally wouldn't realize that Zhang Tianhao could defeat him.

A group of people came to the martial arts arena

Zhang Tianhao and Zhang Wensong stood facing each other.

"The Big Divine Fist!"

Zhang Wensong bullied himself up, blasting out countless fist shadows with his fist, and struck Zhang Tianhao down in the air. Be sure, he wanted to completely crush Zhang Tianhao with one blow.

"Break it for me!"

Zhang Tianhao used Arhat Fist to meet him.

"blocked?"

Zhang Wensong's eyes showed a sharp light.A few more punches covered Zhang Tianhao.Layer upon layer of fist strength completely enveloped Zhang Tianhao, and strangled Zhang Tianhao from all directions.

"Arhat Boxing!"

The strength-level Arhat Fist was used.

The Arhat Fist of Huajing level increases its own strength by a full [-]%.Kuangba's power made the void tremble violently.With suffocating power.Rolled down.

"What a terrifying power?"

Zhang Wensong's eyes narrowed, and he shouted loudly, "Block me!"

"boom!"

Zhang Tianhao's punch directly scattered Zhang Wensong's punch.

"startled!"

Zhang Wensong snorted, and the powerful impact sent him flying.

Zhang Tianhao followed like a shadow, caught up with Zhang Wensong, and punched him down again.

"Beat me!"

With a fierce punch, it directly hit Zhang Wensong's body.

"flutter!"

Zhang Wensong snorted.Spitting out blood, he flew back upside down.

"Wen Song!"

The Seventh Deacon rushed forward and helped Zhang Wensong up.

"I lost to you trash? I'm not reconciled!" Zhang Wensong glared at Zhang Tianhao angrily, as if losing to Zhang Tianhao was a great shame.

Zhang Tianhao snorted and said, "I'm a trash. Then what is it that you lose to me, a trash? Is it not as good as a trash?"

"you?"

Zhang Wensong was speechless.Staggering to his feet, he said to the Seventh Deacon, "Grandpa, let's go!"

The Seventh Deacon looked extremely gloomy, looked at Zhang Yaobang and said coldly: "You are fine!"

After finishing speaking, the Seventh Deacon took Zhang Wensong and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhang Tianhao stopped Seventh Deacon and Zhang Wensong.

"What? I changed my mind. If you are willing to give up that spot now, what you said before will still be valid!" The Seventh Deacon proudly said.

Zhang Tianhao was a little upset, the strength of this Seventh Deacon was only about the same as his grandfather's.He is also a great martial artist, but he is only at the bottom of his family, which is full of masters.Where did he get the confidence to show his superiority in front of him?

"Zhang Wensong, I'm willing to admit defeat. Do you want to leave before you keep your things?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Wensong and said coldly.

"You want my chain of holy Buddha? Impossible, this is my ancestral secret treasure, it is impossible to give it to you?" Zhang Wensong shouted with a change of complexion.

"Shameless, you made the bet earlier. Don't tell me you want to renege on the debt, but it doesn't matter, I have recorded everything before with the record talisman. At that time, I will pass this talisman to the elders of the clan. Let them judge." Zhang Tianhao said calmly.

"You..." Zhang Wensong's face showed anger.

Zhang Wensong's defeat at the hands of the children of the branch family was originally a great shame and humiliation, and he will definitely keep it secret when he goes back.If the children of this clan really know that they have lost to the people of the branch.I will definitely lose my head in the end among my peers.

"Forget it!" Zhang Wensong weighed it, and handed over the chain of the Holy Buddha.

"I will settle this account with you slowly." Zhang Wensong gave Zhang Tianhao a hard look, and left with his grandfather in embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)