Greatest shooter ever

Chapter 76

Handsome swordsman brother, unexpectedly enthusiastic.

During the conversation, Yang Ming learned that his name was Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wou-ki opened up his chatter box, and kept talking in Yang Ming's ear.

Yang Ming was pretending to be ah, ah, while thinking about how to do it.

Hold on first, join a sect, and learn their secrets blatantly!
Brazenly eat their pills!
Using the power of this sect to investigate Jiaolong!
Jiaolong, or nothing at all.

If it really exists, he must get it.

At this stage, if you have mastered a dragon pet, whether it's spawning monsters, pk, or fighting, it will be invincible!

No, it should be said to lie down and win!
"By the way, I heard from my friend just now that a great master appeared near Julu. I wonder if you saw him on the way here?" Zhao Wuji said.

"Great expert? Who is it?" Yang Ming became interested.

"This master can't see people fighting. When he sees people fighting, he will ask your name and school. If you disagree, you will have a set of palms that are earth-shattering!" Zhao Wuji looked serious.

"..." Yang Ming.

"People gave this master a nickname, Mantu!"

"..." Yang Ming.

"Do you know what it means?"

"..." Yang Ming.

"Literally, an unreasonable butcher!"

"..." Yang Ming.

"There is a master of the evil faction, who picked up some dry wood by the river to make a fire, and was bumped into by Mantu... Who are you, who is your name, what kind of sect you are, dare to destroy the natural scenery, eat my palm... just In this way, that master of the evil faction was beaten to death alive!"

"And..." Zhao Wuji's expression became serious: "There are rumors that Zhang Wu, a rising star of the Holy Cult, was also beaten to death by Mantu! A proud son of the Spirit Sword Sect, who encountered injustice and acted chivalrously, was killed by Mantu In the name of bullying the weak, he was seriously injured and almost died! It's terrible!"

Zhao Wuji kindly reminded: "Brother Yang, if you meet someone outside shouting: "Who are you waiting for? What is your name... You should immediately put your hands on your head and squat on the ground to show your submission! Otherwise..."

Zao Wou-ki looked at Yang Ming, tsk-tsk said: "You have such a small body, if you meet Man Tu, you will be crushed to death with one finger!"

"..." Yang Ming!
"This Man Tu doesn't know his name, his family or his sect, his martial arts are truly earth-shattering, he is indeed a master of the younger generation!"

"However!" Zao Wou-ki sighed, "The Holy Cult will die, the Holy Master will be furious! The Spirit Sword Sect will be seriously injured, and the Spirit Sword Sect will definitely not let it go... This great master will die soon!"

"..." Yang Ming!
"Compared with the Holy Cult and the Taoist sect, who is more powerful?" Yang Ming asked curiously.

"The strength of the Holy Cult is faintly above the four sects of Taoism." Zhao Wuji said in a low voice, "Besides that, there is also a great Zen temple, which is also a great sect that transcends everything! But the four sects of Taoism have a long history and a long-standing orthodoxy , is the orthodox sect of Taoism!"

"Oh!"

Yang Ming nodded.

To put it bluntly, the four factions joined together and monopolized the profound luck of this plane.

The strength is naturally powerful!

After some conversation, Yang Ming already understood the power of this eastern plane.

"Brother Zhao, I'm going to fight!" Yang Ming said.

"Oh, let's go, let's go, I want to have a good talk today... By the way, if you meet Man Tu outside, you must hug your head and squat down to obey the law!" Zhao Wou-ki confessed.

From his point of view, Yang Ming focused on participating, he couldn't last a round in the arena, and he had to go down the mountain to leave later.

This young man is still young, innocent and simple. It would be a pity if he ran into Man Tu and was killed.

Looking at Yang Ming's back, Zhao Wuji secretly thought.

……

There is no difference in the arena, they are all the same.

Almost all the contestants on it are young talents.

Yang Ming chose a ring at random.

He walked up slowly.

The master of the arena is a young man holding a long sword, and his swordsmanship is extremely domineering.

The young man looked at Yang Ming and said calmly, "Report yourself!"

"My servant, Yang Ming, a countryman!" Yang Ming cupped his hands.

"Village man? Shouldn't a village man herd cattle and farm?" The young man said jokingly.

"From morning to night, sweating profusely, unkempt, hungry...I don't want to farm anymore, I want to become a strong martial artist and enjoy glory and wealth!" Yang Ming said indifferently.

"A villager is a villager, trying to become a Taoist disciple in vain, eat me with a sword!" The young man looked at Yang Ming's clothes and shouted coldly.

He came to Yang Ming in three steps, and stabbed Yang Ming's head with his sword.

In the ring competition, killing is prohibited.

So the young man's sword just hit Yang Ming's head just right, piercing flesh and blood at most.

But what made the young man feel strange was that this village man named Yang Ming didn't dodge at all.

Let the long sword stab in the head.

Moreover, what surprised the young man even more was that there was no piercing sensation from the sword in his hand.

This is not right.

The young man has been using the sword for many years, even if the sword tip pierces the fruit skin, he can feel it.

Not to mention the human forehead.

If there is no piercing feeling, it means that the long sword did not pierce the opponent's forehead at all.

how can that be!

The young man looked at the young villager in front of him in amazement.

I saw that the other party was also looking at me.

That kind of indifference, that kind of detachment, doesn't look like a villager!
The young man's expression became serious, and he tried to straighten the long sword in his hand.

Yang Ming remained motionless, and his forehead was intact!

Instead, it was the youth's sword that bent.

"Your head?" The young man was surprised.

"I'm doing farming work. I plow the land with my head, plowing ten acres a day. I've already made an iron head, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire!" Yang Ming looked indifferent.

"Plow the ground with your head?"

The young man realized that the villager was teasing him, and was furious on the spot!
The long sword exploded, a burst of lasing!
All poured on Yang Ming's head!

Mars is shining!

He even stabbed Yang Ming's eyeball with a sword.

Yang Ming just stared at it intently, without moving a muscle.

The iron head is the talent of the leader, the whole head is made of black iron, including the eyeballs!
Even if the youth's sword pierces the eyeball, that's fine!
Yang Ming can lose some blood at most, this is the extraordinary characteristic from the player.

"How is this possible!" The young man finally changed his expression: "What kind of kung fu are you doing?"

"Natural Iron Head Skill!"

Yang Ming took a step forward, clapped with one hand, and hit the long sword.

The long sword shattered instantly!

The young man was terrified and wanted to flee.

Yang Ming grabbed his shoulder, and punched the young man's stomach with a punch from the heart of the black tiger!
"puff!"

The young man vomited the overnight meal all over the floor. He held his belly with his hands, his eyes widened, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he knelt down in severe pain!
Yang Ming looked at the young man's eyes before turning around.

"Next person!"

Yang Ming looked down the ring.

"I'm coming!" A strong, seven-foot-tall man leaped into the arena: "I am Xianzhou Iron Body Gate. I practice kung fu with an iron body. I am invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire. People in the world call the iron gentleman Xiao Alang... oops! "

Heihu punched his heart out!
The big man vomited all over the night, his eyes were wide open, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he knelt heavily beside the young man.

Standing under the ring, Zhao Wuji looked surprised: "Iron head kung fu, this boxing technique! Brother Yang, what kind of sect are you?!"

"There is no family, no sect, born with iron head, and the true energy is also generated automatically by field labor!"

Yang Ming didn't intend to expose his martial arts.

Moreover, his monk's inner strength is the basic inner strength, except for the purity of the true monk, no one can see his way.

Because he has no way at all!
There are no traces of cultivation in Iron Head Skill.

There are no traces of cultivation in Vajra Fist!
Almost all skills have no traces of cultivation.

It is completely raised by nature.

Zhao Wou-ki sized Yang Ming up, nodded enviously, and obviously approved of his statement!

"Hahaha, Zhao Wuji! Is this your friend? If that's the case, I'll take him out of the ring and prevent him from being a Taoist!"

A loud laugh came!
The Seventh Prince, dressed in fine clothes, flew to the ring and looked at Zhao Wou-ki playfully.

Then he looked at Yang Ming.

Look interesting!
Especially Yang Ming's head, he is very interested!

"Your head, if you take it off and polish it into a chamber pot..." Before the Seventh Prince finished speaking, Yang Ming took the lead in attacking him, using his body as light as a swallow, and pounced on him.

"You dog slave, how courageous!" The Seventh Prince was furious, this little villager dared to make a move, he was lucky enough to punch Yang Ming!
Yang Ming also greeted him with a punch.

Two fists collide!

Click!

A scream!
The Seventh Prince's arm twisted!
Yang Ming grabbed the Seventh Prince's head and punched the Seventh Prince's stomach three times in a row!

"Forehead……!"

The Seventh Prince's eyes widened, he passed out on the spot, and fell to the ground!

Yang Ming stepped on his head, and said calmly: "Little boy, he is so arrogant, and still wants my head, he really doesn't know what to do!"

The audience in the audience was immediately blown away!
"Rainstorm Sword has lost, Iron Gentleman has lost, and even the Seventh Prince has lost!"

"These are all masters who are twice as young!"

"It is rumored that the Seventh Prince has dragon aura, and he has long been designated as a personal heir by the Spirit Sword Sect!"

"Then why does he still fight?"

"You don't understand, the Taoist sect educates all living beings, and the prince has to go through the motions!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience!
"How dare you hurt the Seventh Prince and insult my royal prestige...Boy, you are dead!" An old man in brocade clothes was frightened and terrified, pointing at Yang Ming, trembling and cursing.

"Then you come up and hit me!" Yang Ming laughed loudly.

The old man was frightened and angry because of Taoist rules, but he didn't dare to go on stage.

At this time, the four sons of Xuanmen flew over.

Landed on the ring.

Among them, a woman in palace attire waved her hand, and a surge of true energy rushed over, trying to push Yang Ming away.

But Yang Ming didn't move at all.

The four sons of Xuanmen were full of surprise.

The woman in palace costume waved her hand, let alone a person, even a solid iron bump would have to do seven or eight somersaults and fly ten feet away!
The young man didn't move at all!
"You dare to disobey me?" The woman in the palace costume glanced at Yang Ming, her tone was calm but chilling!

"Young man, are you really born with such an iron head and internal strength?" A man in a white robe asked with a look of surprise on his face.

Yang Ming glanced at the woman in palace costume, and then moved his feet away!
"The kid has never practiced any martial arts!" Yang Ming said to the white-robed man.

"Oh, then you don't have to compare, I want you from the Immortal Market Sect!" The white-robed man looked surprised.

The audience boiled up.

"What, he was directly accepted into the family?!"

"What does this mean?"

"You guys don't understand, this villager is born with internal strength, and he is even more powerful, and he is clearly a genius who was born when the catastrophe is approaching!"

"He is no match for the Seventh Prince!"

"The Seventh Prince has already been defeated!"

"The Seventh Prince possesses dragon energy, but the dragon energy has not yet awakened, otherwise... hum!"

The audience exploded!

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ps: Some book friends feel that the level is too big.

Shengjiao Zhangwu level 150 is actually elite level 50.

That is, level 50 elites.

The four sons of Xuanmen are elites of level 80-100.

This is Yang Ming's visual inspection.

The level of the hostile faction will not be officially quantified until the battle of the planes officially begins.

(End of this chapter)